What song best describes your mood right now?

[Haole Girl]

Mine:

Strange Days - Matthew Good Band

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUdDfgnTBXU

Good morning
Dont cop out
You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet
Are you crazy to want this
Even for a while?
Were making this shit up
The reasons for being are easy to pay
You cant remember the others
They just kind of went away
So youre driving, its rush hour
The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs
When you drift off to wake up
Do you always hit the brakes?

Were done lying for a living
The strange days have come and youre gone
Either dead or dying
Either dead or trying to go

Its evening, youre tired
You sleep walk, a robot out on the street
Are you crazy to want this, even for a while? youre driving, its rush hour
The cars on the freeway are moving backwards
Into a wall of fire

Were done lying for a living
The strange days have come and youre gone
Either dead or dying
Either dead or trying to go
Good morning
Dont cop out

[Broken_Hero]

1. White Knuckles, by 5 Finger Death Punch...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3ouX_mM23o

[Haole Girl]

2. The youtube comments are pretty funny

People will argue about anything!

[Broken_Hero]

3. its just the usual heavy metal banter

aka "your band X sucks, band Y is so much better, cause bands A, B, and C or so mainstream blah blah blah"

:D

[Call Me Wesley]

4. This one, regarding reading LBN and GD:

BAP -- Kristallnaach

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kK5O1rL0NwE

Crude translation:

It happens to me I think something is rattling
That something's getting lost inside of me
A noise, not even loud,
Sometimes this rattling is so familiar to me
Seldom so that you immediately comprehend

You wake up, you rub your eyes and see
In a painting between Brueghel and Bosch
You see no one to set great by sirens
Because the sound of the all-clear costs only half as much
It smells of Crystal night

In the calm before the storm, what's that?
On the quiet someone leaves the town
Dignitaries incognito hurry past
Officially they don't like to be involved
When the angry populace - be prepared! -
Is rioting and yelling near the boiling point:
"Hail! Mort!" and boundlessly lecherous shouts for revenge
Trembling of envy
In the Crystal night

But those who're disturbed by what's different to them
Who swim with the tide as is right and proper
Who see gays as criminals
Strangers as scum
Need someone to lead them astray

And then there's no cavalry rescuing
No Zorro will care about
He will be pissing a "Z" in the snow
And then for coolness pass out
"Who cares? Crystal night"

In the church with the Franz-Kafka-clock without hand
With only strokes upon it, there is a blind man reading "The shock-headed Peter" to a deaf one
Behind a triple-locked door
And the guardian with the bunch of keys thinks he's really some kind of genius
Because he powders the ways out and sells them for claustrophobia
In the Crystal night

Meanwhile, perhaps at the market square,
Unmasked, today with its real face
Picking up stones, sharpening the knife
For those who are already squealed
The lynch-mob practices for the Last Judgement
And to load them they're only hastily moored, the galleys have long their steam up
And they're waiting for slaves in the harbor, for the trash of the unequal combat
Of the Crystal night

Where Darwin has to pay for everything
No matter if people are expelled or tormented
Where money hides behind the power
Where strength is as important as everything
Distorted by ducking and standing to attention
Where hymns are even played on a comb
Where in barbarous greed for profit, you can hear them yell "Hosanna!" and "Crucify him!"
When you see there any advantage at all
There'll be daily a Crystal night

[Broken_Hero]

5. hmm, the translation doesn't come over that well....but, anyways

this group is a lot better than your other hero, David Hasselmeoff. :)

[Call Me Wesley]

6. Nah it was fine.

Oh, you're really asking for it, yes? So here's my good night gift for you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKh2CI6T_c0&feature=related

Enjoy! :rofl:

And a good night from afar. :hi:

[Broken_Hero]

7. Man, thanks for that...

I wonder why he gets such a bad rap nowadays. I recall in my youth many women, and men who idolized this guy, and now just saying his name is enough to illicit laughter.

[Haole Girl]

9. Guten Nacht

:hi:

[Mojambo]

8. X

Got a bit of self-loathing going on lately.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wO2QSJUvt-o

Tonight, I'm staring out the window
I've got Brian Eno on the stereo
And tonight, you're gonna be my widow
The only way to get you back
Is to get you dressed in black

'Cause I'm still a fraud. I'm still a fake
I'm self-absorbed and I don't talk straight
I'm full of shit. I'm full of lies.
I can't be trusted, but I'll let you try
I'm insincere, and I'll let you down
Burn all my bridges, jerk you around
And I am not honest, I'm way off track
You gave me chances, I gave them back
I guess you were right. I guess I was scared
But I'm too opaque to show if I care.
I'm quick to judge. I'm slow to change.
I'll talk about you when you're out of range.
I wish I was different. I wish I was good.
But, no one can save me and nobody should.
Afraid of decisions, afraid of love
Afraid of the future, all of the above.
I look for shortcuts when conflict arises
A sleight of hand, elaborate disguises
I lack respect. I lack intent.
I know that I'm careless, and I won't relent.
'Cause I can't relent.

[Haole Girl]

10. Hadn't heard that, thanks

Self-loathing isn't a good place to be. I know about this. Don't do it!

[Broken_Hero]

11. Very good song,

:thumbsup: this group is definitely going on my "to get" list.

[Mojambo]

12. Snow Tires is a good place to start

Their early stuff is especially low fi.

[hobbit709]

13. A couple

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awi14wDTxNw

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange

and this one

I HAD TO TELL YOU
Clementine Hall, Roky Erickson

Chaos all around me,
Wind is feeling clean
But I can hear you singinging
In the corners of my brain
Every doubt a boundary,
Every sound a riot
Everything is quiet,
But the song that keeps me sane
I can hear your voice echoing my voice softly
I can feel your strength reinforcing mine
If you fear I’ll lose my spirits,
Like a drunkard's wasted wine
Don't you even think about it,
I’m feeling fine

I can hear your voice echoing my voice softly
I can feel your strength reinforcing mine
If you fear I’ll lose my spirits,
Like a drunkard's wasted wine
Don't you even think about it,
I’m feeling fine.

[Ahpook]

14. I want off :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqPNRDMQ_XE


We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always

While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great God mars
As we travel the universe

[rockymountaindem]

15. I don't know, I'm just sad

And I really want my exams to be over.

[Forkboy]

16. Bit of a philosophical mood tonight, leaning to depression.

So this song captures my mood most nicely. I'd post the song itself, but a) it's over 20 minutes long, and b) no one would like it anyways. :)


Deathspell Omega

Diabolus Absconditus - Crushing the Holy Trinity (Father)

"Death is the most terrible of all things; and to maintain its works is what requires the greatest of all strength." - Hegel

Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I've made myself sick wondering about it. I awake in the morning - just the way millions do, millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, "obviously"! But if nothing has any meaning, there's no point in my doing anything. I'll beg off. I'll use any deceitful means to get out of it, in the end I'll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: that is man's killer, the one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is a meaning? Today I don't know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can't conceive of any "meaning" other than "my" anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur Nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It's atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, understand it he who is dying, and there the living self is, knowing not why, it's teeth chattering in the lashing wind: the immensity, the night engulfs it and, all on purpose, that living self is there just in order... "not to know". But as for GOD? GOD, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idea... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above emptiness...

Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely
God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing of God:
in the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread,
horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing...

He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery
Divine disclosure is in direct proportion
To the degree of divine concealment
Intensification of revelation equals
To increasing of God's hiddenness
Descent of the Deus Absconditus
Vere tu es Deus Absconditus

The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, the open spirit, open and dying, suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: that light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, but what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there.

Shall my only victory be available in conscience?
Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence?
There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them.
There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them,
And make them without excuse.

Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence
Woestruck am I realising that the light cast on this
Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective
Division, election and predestination
Enabled by grace or left to one's own device...

Anguish is only sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells in low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscurring its sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; but meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, and all there is.

From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me
It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels
Shaped from the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that.
I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God.

She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack
Yet wider she used fingers to draw the folds of skin apart.
And so her "old rag and ruin" loured at me, hairy and pink,
Just as full of life as some loathsome squid.
"Why", I stammered in a subdued tone, "Why are you doing that?"
"You can see for yourself", she said, "I'm God".

No use laying it all up to irony when I say of here that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of "philosophy", makes no sense at all. I don't mind having sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to "die" of any other hurt?

If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding,
If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves,
Greater than we are despite ourselves,
Something which at all costs must not be,
Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards we strive
With all this is in our power and which at the same time
We exert with all our power to stave off.

I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee,
And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction.
It is Thou, O my God, Who hast called me into being through the power
Of Thy might, and hast endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy cause.

The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us is an unbearable surpassing of being, an act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is take away from us at the same time it is given to us, we must seek for it in the feeling of dying, in those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying because the existence in us, during these interludes, exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, when the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide.

As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me
Seemed to me to be the dross over which man's life tarries...

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"Diabolus Absconditus": the conjunction of intellect in psychotropic-altered
senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds.