man today's band is say anything... here's the lyrics of a song that won't get across the emotional intensity in which it is sung and the gutiars play with and the drums reign in and the release. without further ado, "alive with the glory of love"
"when i watch you, wanna do you, right where you're standing. yeah. right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view. oh yeah. a thought hole ghetto, the brute stop meadows but we ignore that. the lonely baby, this war is crazy. i won't let you down, oh no oh no no. no i won't let them take you. won't let them take you. no no no, HELL NO. oh no no. i won't let them take you. won't let them take you. no. no nono. hell no no no. no. nonono. and when our city fast and shitty falls to the axis. they'll search the buildings collect your fillings. but miss black eye-liner you'd look finer with each day in hiding. beneath the worm wood, ooh love me so good, they won't hear us screw away the day. noooo. no. i won't let them take you. oh no, no no. i won't let them take you. hell no no no. oh no. i won't let them take you. won't let them take you. our troubling god is alive with the glory of love. our troubling god is alive, with the glory of love. yeah.
should they catch us, and dispatch us to those seperate work camps. i'll dream about you. i will not doubt you. with the passing of time. oh yeah. should they kill me. go on will fill me as one less i'll know my pupose. this war was worth this. i won't let you down. no i won't no i won't no i won't. hell no no no. i won't let them take you. hell no no no. no no no."
man that's one hell of a crazy song. this dude when he makes a bit of sense tells a great tale. sometimes his insanity(literally he is insane legally speeaking), gets the better of it and it's hard to take the gruffness. well i'm thinking of other people listening to it. me i love this shit. it's so fucking alive. i love a good tortured artist. it means they're trying to reach beyond the conventional. and they let us soar on their wings.
how many encylicpedic writers have been blinded by all the words they consumed trying to crack some code that can't be cracked and crossed a line where they weren't able to speak so simply any longer? borges. joyce. a few among many. flaubert spending years on the same scenes saying he's not getting them right and then exploding the page and past conventions giving us the modern novel. and in my opion the truest aspect of film. if you follow his camera , his eye and where it takes you and how the gilt glitters and the pain shimmers into dellusional vamps giving up on life and going for the pills because as we all know now more than ever a feeling of being let down when dreams and fantasies don't work out in the dim realities and everyone seems to get by on their greener grass and envy snatches cold shakes and desperate wisdom breaking into the heart and soul like bank robbers violently blazing away against fear and rebelling against all those fucking papers you need to get stamped to hack out a living and what are we trying at giving we we ain't got nothing to give anymore and then the bore...the ennui placating aspects into mythic proportions of metaphysical pain and ending on the gallows where you finally feel alive when the crowd jeers, spits on you and demands your death. turn on the martyr machine. we're running out of fuel and the world feels a bit too cruel. some more splinters under the skin and nails running into rust and blood and we'll dance in the mud. fucking vermin!! fucking scum!!!
sometiimes it all seems so dumb when nature feels so outraged at life. gives a shit about an idea. but become protean and change into animal when the wolves are snapping at your heels. and tell your secret heart of hearts how it feels and maybe one day it all heals.
and the moments are all golden and quiet again. but LIVE live my friend. don't get down. pull yourself off the ground and take the mound for one more inning. we'll get through this mess. and again we'll be blessed and annointed.
chris
"when i watch you, wanna do you, right where you're standing. yeah. right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view. oh yeah. a thought hole ghetto, the brute stop meadows but we ignore that. the lonely baby, this war is crazy. i won't let you down, oh no oh no no. no i won't let them take you. won't let them take you. no no no, HELL NO. oh no no. i won't let them take you. won't let them take you. no. no nono. hell no no no. no. nonono. and when our city fast and shitty falls to the axis. they'll search the buildings collect your fillings. but miss black eye-liner you'd look finer with each day in hiding. beneath the worm wood, ooh love me so good, they won't hear us screw away the day. noooo. no. i won't let them take you. oh no, no no. i won't let them take you. hell no no no. oh no. i won't let them take you. won't let them take you. our troubling god is alive with the glory of love. our troubling god is alive, with the glory of love. yeah.
should they catch us, and dispatch us to those seperate work camps. i'll dream about you. i will not doubt you. with the passing of time. oh yeah. should they kill me. go on will fill me as one less i'll know my pupose. this war was worth this. i won't let you down. no i won't no i won't no i won't. hell no no no. i won't let them take you. hell no no no. no no no."
man that's one hell of a crazy song. this dude when he makes a bit of sense tells a great tale. sometimes his insanity(literally he is insane legally speeaking), gets the better of it and it's hard to take the gruffness. well i'm thinking of other people listening to it. me i love this shit. it's so fucking alive. i love a good tortured artist. it means they're trying to reach beyond the conventional. and they let us soar on their wings.
how many encylicpedic writers have been blinded by all the words they consumed trying to crack some code that can't be cracked and crossed a line where they weren't able to speak so simply any longer? borges. joyce. a few among many. flaubert spending years on the same scenes saying he's not getting them right and then exploding the page and past conventions giving us the modern novel. and in my opion the truest aspect of film. if you follow his camera , his eye and where it takes you and how the gilt glitters and the pain shimmers into dellusional vamps giving up on life and going for the pills because as we all know now more than ever a feeling of being let down when dreams and fantasies don't work out in the dim realities and everyone seems to get by on their greener grass and envy snatches cold shakes and desperate wisdom breaking into the heart and soul like bank robbers violently blazing away against fear and rebelling against all those fucking papers you need to get stamped to hack out a living and what are we trying at giving we we ain't got nothing to give anymore and then the bore...the ennui placating aspects into mythic proportions of metaphysical pain and ending on the gallows where you finally feel alive when the crowd jeers, spits on you and demands your death. turn on the martyr machine. we're running out of fuel and the world feels a bit too cruel. some more splinters under the skin and nails running into rust and blood and we'll dance in the mud. fucking vermin!! fucking scum!!!
sometiimes it all seems so dumb when nature feels so outraged at life. gives a shit about an idea. but become protean and change into animal when the wolves are snapping at your heels. and tell your secret heart of hearts how it feels and maybe one day it all heals.
and the moments are all golden and quiet again. but LIVE live my friend. don't get down. pull yourself off the ground and take the mound for one more inning. we'll get through this mess. and again we'll be blessed and annointed.
chris
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i am finally downloading some say anything and i'll check it out if i can stop listening to avenged sevenfold long enough.........
sorry.... i will use proper footnotes from now on... some i do right... i'll put one up now and unfortunately you'll see the difference...