Oi, he’s going through a tough time now with his personal whore deciding to align herself with another pimp. He has earned the right to be angry and hate the world. So lay off, ok?
Incidentally, his post reminded me to listen to this song:[indent]It’s a violent [COLOR=‘Black’]. pornography,
choking chicks and sodomy,
the kind of shit [COLOR=‘Black’]. that’s on your TV.[/indent]
[COLOR=‘DimGray’](Not the most poetic, but it gets the job done.)
“All I wanted for Christmas was a Ballerina Barbie. And do you know what my parents got me? MALIBU BARBIE! They had to go.”
i can’t wait until Manson reaches his introspective phase (a la post-downward spiral NIN) and releases a solo album of ambient electronica, that will have been going to be good in the future
Manson?
That was System of a Down… Unless I completely missed the joke.
my bad, i thought that was “cake and sodomy” by manson…
har har har
We No Speak Americano !
Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?
Search in vain, asking “why?”
All alone, where is God?
Looking down… We don’t know
We fall in space, we can’t look down
Death may come, peace I have found
By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
The face of Melinda neath blackened hair
No joy would flicker in her eyes
Brooding sadness came to a rise
Words would falter to atone
Failure had passed the stepping stone
She had sworn her vows to another
This is when no-one will bother
And conceded pain in crumbling mirth
A harlot of God upon the earth
Found where she sacrificed her ways
That hollow love in her face
Still I plotted to have her back
The contentment that would fill the crack
My soul released a fluttering sigh
This day fell, the darkness nigh
I took her by the hand to say
All faith forever has been washed away
I returned for you in great dismay
Come with me, far away to stay
Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime
She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme
But baffled herself with the final line
My promise is made but my heart is thine
Awesome song incoming hang on
Here it be:
(Half a step down)
Now, go figure out what song it is by playing those tabs and orgasming at how awesome it is.
Lyrics that tell a story are not to be cut up and mutilated.
No thanks.
NO NO NO NO
That’s part of the challenge, picking a fragment to float the whole. The ability to have something so raw in something so short is a sought-after talent in songwriting.
[INDENT][i]So I prayed for what I thought were angels[COLOR=‘Silver’].[COLOR=‘Gray’].[COLOR=‘DimGray’]. ended up being ambulances.
And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter,
she was crying inside your stomach. [COLOR=‘Black’]. And I [COLOR=‘Black’]. felt love[COLOR=‘Silver’].[COLOR=‘Gray’].[COLOR=‘DimGray’].
[COLOR=‘DimGray’].[COLOR=‘Gray’].[COLOR=‘Silver’].again.[/i][/INDENT]
Holy Shit.
Oops, that was the whole song again…sorry.
“So it starts with the kicking of your heart to clench this other will.
If you’d rather rip this fucking place apart I’m right behind you still.”
“Congratulations to you, I guess.
What else can I say?
You’re right I’m amazed.
You showed up ten years too late.
You sure as hell won’t stay.”
And my favorite line from this song: “Now that Christians bought up hardcore and Disney owns the punk scene?”
Punk’s not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don’t matter, it’s who you know
Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it’s under someone’s fat boot
I won’t post the whole song because it irritates some people, so here is a link to some lyrics of it. This is probably my favorite punk song just for the lyrics.
https://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/deadkennedys/chickenshitconformist.html
IN WEST PHILADELPHIA BORN AND RAISED
ON THE PLAYGROUND WAS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS
CHILLIN’ OUT MAXIN’ RELAXIN’ ALL COOL
AND ALL SHOOTIN’ SOME B-BALL OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL
Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don’t know where I am goin’ to
Silk suit, black tie
I don’t need a reason why
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
Followed by:
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
and hypothesis can’t define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B’s sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B’s ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block