Writer's Choice Featured Question 3d:
Using song lyrics from no more than 10 songs, create a summary of your life. Elaborate afterwards.
Disclaimer (The Offspring):
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the disclaimer
That's right, the disclaimer
This American apple pie institution
Known as parental discretion
Will cleanse any sense of innuendo or sarcasm
From the lyrics that might actually make you think
And will also insult your intelligence at the same time
So protect your family.
This album contains explicit depictions
Of things which are real.
These real things are commonly known as life.
So, if it sounds sarcastic, don't take it seriously.
If it sounds dangerous,
Do not try this at home or at all.
And if it offends you, just don't listen to it.
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Mother and father, you were doomed from the start.
To you I dedicate this song....
Ball Tongue (Korn):
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person, a person, a person close to me
Who do you think you are? What more do you want from me?!
Why are you at home buried in your own self pity?
Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person, the person that took time with me
Does it give you the right to expect your life revolves around
me?!
How much worse it could have been, I'll never know.
You parted ways with each other but left me the odd m an out.
You never talk(ed) with me... just at me.
For You (Staind):
To my Mother
To my Father
It's your son or
It's your daughter
Are my screams
Loud enough for
You to hear me?
Should I turn this up for you?
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence get's us no where
Get's us no where way too fast
The silence
Is what kills me
I need someone
Here to help me
But you don't know
How to listen
And let me make
My decisions
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence get's us no where
Get's us no where way too fast
All your insults
And your curses
Make me feel like I'm not a person
And I feel like
I am nothing
But you make me
So do something
Cause I'm fucked up
Because you are
Need attention
Attention you couldn't give
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence get's us no where
Get's us no where way too fast
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence get's us no where
Get's us no where way too fast
Empty inside with nothing to learn from society.
Why bother being when I am just taking up space.
Loser (3doors down):
Breathe in right away.
Nothing seems to fill this place.
I need this every time
So take your lies, get off my case.
Someday I will find
A love that flows through me like this
This will fall away, this will fall away.
You're getting closer
To pushing me off of life's little edge
'Cause I'm a loser
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead
You're getting closer
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall
'Cause I'm a loser, I'm a loser, yeah.
This is getting old.
I can't break these chains that I hold
My body's growing cold
There's nothing left of this mind or my soul.
Addiction needs a pacifier, the buzz of this poison is taking me higher.
This will fall away, this will fall away.
You're getting closer
To pushing me off of life's little edge.
'Cause I'm a loser
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're getting closer
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall
'Cause I'm a loser
I'm a loser!
You're getting closer
To pushing me off of life's little edge.
'Cause I'm a loser
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're getting closer
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall.
'Cause I'm a loser
You're getting closer
To pushing me off of life's little edge
'Cause I'm a loser
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're getting closer
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall.
'Cause I'm a loser.
So I guess I'll be stepping out. Nice to know you.... maybe not.
Pain is, pain is, pain is all I got.
I deserved better. But you don't care if I rot.
Here to Stay (Korn):
This time, taking it away
I've got a problem
With me getting in the way
Not by design
So I take my face and bash it into a mirror
I won't have to see the pain (pain, pain)
This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating
Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again
The hurt inside is fading
This shits gone way too far
All this time I've been waiting
Oh I cannot grieve anymore
For once inside awaking
I'm done, I'm not a whore
You've taken everything
and, Oh I cannot give anymore
My mind's done with this
Ok, I've got a question
Can I throw it all away?
Take back what's mine
So I take my time, guiding the blade down the line
Each cut closer to the vein (pain, pain
This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating
Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again
The hurt inside is fading
This shits gone way too far
All this time I've been waiting
Oh I cannot grieve anymore
For once inside awaking
I'm done, I'm not a whore
You've taken everything
and, Oh I cannot give anymore
Wait a minute. Why should I go?
You fill me with loathing, your gift to me.
You're the nothing you tried to give to me.
I'm better than you... better than you all.
I'll never get to prove it if I fall.
Suture Up Your Future (Queens of the Stone Age):
I'm gonna suture up my future,
I ain't jaded, I just hate it.
See, I been down too long,
It's kinda hard to explain.
Done and buried all I carried.
All my evil is through a needle,
As it pull through the eye,
What was and what will are now gone.
Don't sweat it,
Thread it, to forget it.
To feel like you've already gone on,
To the rest of,
The rest of the life that you've got.
Take a picture and bury it all away,
Bury it all,
Away.
Tried to fake it, I just can't take it.
I don't care if it hurts,
Just so long as it's real.
I won't waste it, turned to face it,
I'd sharpened a knife, then used it,
Until bone made it dull.
Tried explaining, done explaining,
I got caught in the plaid,
All of this talking at once.
I've been giving my love away,
To the things that tear it apart,
I'm gonna suture up my future.
Thread it, to forget it,
To feel like you've already gone on,
To the rest of,
The rest of the life that you've got,
Tie the loose ends and bury it all away,
It's like this, its like this...
And society's not much better than the example set at home.
You give me
nothing and nothing's not enough.
Nothing's not impressive... keep your
nothing to yourself.
Child of vision (supertramp):
Well, who do you think you're foolin'?
You say you're havin' fun,
But you're busy going nowhere,
Just lying in the sun.
You tried to be a hero,
commit the perfect crime
but the dollar got you dancing
and you're running out of time.
You're messin' up the water
You're rolling in the wine
You're poisoning your body
You're poisoning your mind
You gave me coca-cola
You said it tasted good
You watch the television
It tells you that you should.
How can you live in this way?
You must have something to say.
There must be more to this life.
It's time we did something right.
Child of Vision, won't you listen?
Find yourself a new ambition.
I've heard it all before
You're saying nothing new
I thought I saw a rainbow
But I guess it wasn't true
You cannot make me listen
I cannot make you hear
You find your way to heaven,
I'll meet you when you're there.
How can you live in this way?
You must have something to say.
We have no reason to fight,
cos we both know that we're right.
Child of Vision, won't you listen?
Find yourself a new ambition.
So I found something else to believe in...
something to set me apart from the hypocrites
and the big talkers....
something to laugh at because if you can't laugh at yourself,
you don't deserve to laugh at anyone else.
Evil and a Heathen (Franz Ferdinand):
Words fall from my mouth
Like plates from shaking hands
Smash upon the silence
Of the smooth naked canal
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm a heathen and evil like you
There's not a lot
Not a lot I couldn't do
I like how you pretend
That the end will be the end
So fill your thirst
Drink a curse
To the death of death instead
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm a heathen and evil like you
There's not a lot
Not a lot I wouldn't do
Utrecht led me to the Sacre Coeur
Where the smoke curled round
Now the ice blows off Lake Michigan
When the ice blows
The ice flows knocks you down
Your teeth are black with wine
As you place those lips on mine
And the moon hangs heavy and forbidden high
On the night of our lives
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm evil and a heathen
I'm a heathen and evil like you
There's not a lot
Not a lot we couldn't do
But of course, I have my ambitions,
just like everyone else....
Paperback writer (Beatles):
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book,
it took me years to write, will you take a look?
Based on a novel by a man named Lear.
and I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,
paperback writer.
It's the dirty story of a dirty man,
and his clinging wife doesn't understand.
His son is working for the Daily Mail,
it's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer,
paperback writer.
Paperback writer.
It's a thousand pages, give or take a few,
I'll be writing more in a week or two.
I can make it longer if you like the style,
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer,
paperback writer.
If you really like, it you can have the rights,
it could make a million for you overnight.
If you must return it, you can send it here,
but I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer,
paperback writer.
But I do have to admit my experiences
have left me a little morbid...
Graveyard Picnic - Voltaire
When I find the living a bore
There's a place I go
I answer the call, go over a wall
Where the crosses are all in a row
I mind the trees, get down on my knees
There's a hole in the gate
I look around, that I won't be found
And sit down next to his grave
If you squirm at the Conqueror Worm
This is no place for thee
Or if you fright at the mere site
Of the corpse of my Annabel Lee
If you fear there's something you hear
A heart beating under the floor
Still your heart, there's no need to start
It's just me having tea with Lenore
Sit here on the ground
Dead leaves in the trees all around you
Come enter this land
Take this book in your hand
If you find the living a bore
There's a place you can go
Answer the call, go over the wall
Where the crosses are all in a row
Mind the trees, get down on your knees
Sneak in just like the breeze
Look around, though you won't be found
It's just you, Edgar Allen and me
.................Well, the disclaim is just that.... if any of these songs offended you, well it's my life. Imagine how I feel. The first song illustrates my parents marriage. They never should have married, and basically did it because of me. My mother has told me that when they came home from the wedding, he as much as told her that he owned her. No one ever came out and told me that it was my fault, but the way everyone in the family treated me, I was just a reminder of all the bad things that happened in the first few years of my life. My great grandmother was especially harsh to me because I reminded her of my father. It has only been in the last few years that anyone has acknowledged how she treated me. She would lie to my mother about my behavior just to get me in trouble. And no one understood why I didn't like my grammy and why I'd hide from her. School was really the last straw. Every year it got worse as all the other children turned into robots, and I climbed into my books. It all came to a head in high school when I considered suicide. Even though I decided to hang around, it took years to develop a self esteem. I had to step away from everything I saw in the people around me that disgusted me. I had to draw a line inside myself where my own sensibilities could shelter and grow. I had to become something different, something I could be proud of. For a long time, I hated everyone. Because the world didn't seem to approve of me, I learned to laugh at them... much better than hate. I learned to laugh at myself. Still, I had to find a way to get rid of all that vitriol inside me... get it out in words... hence my literary aspirations. Even if I am a little morbid.... that sells books too.
May 8th
The Furry Dance in the Cornish Town of Helston is one of the world's oldest surviving spring festivals. Though it is now dedicated to St. Michael the Archangel, the name may come from Flora, the Roman goddess of spring flowers, or from a Celtic word for fair. The Furry Dance is always held on May 8th, unless this day falls on a Sunday or Monday. A daylong series of processions, first of the young men and women, then the prominent citizens, is held. Assembled in long lines led by a band, people weaving in and out of houses and gardens, good luck following in their footsteps. Dancing in towns through out the country was once common on this day.
Theosophists commemorate the death of Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky on this day, which they call White Lotus Day.
May 9th
During Lemuria, Romans thought the gates between this world and the next opened on the ninth, eleventh, and thirteenth, allowing restless lemures to pour through into our world. At midnight, when all things are sleeping and silent, worshipers brought gifts to the dead and made the la fica or mano fica (fig) sign against the evil eye (made by closing all the fingers into a fist, and thrusting the thumb between the first and second fingers). The male head of every household performed a midnight ritual on each of the three nights of the festival. After washing his hands three times, he would walk through the house, spitting or tossing black beans behind for the ghosts. Washing his hands again, he would strike a brass vessel and call out nine times, "Shades of my father, depart" or "These I cast; with these beans I redeem me and mine." The ghost is thought to gather the beans, following unseen behind.
On the 25th day of Payni, The Akhet Eye pleases Ra.
Comments (8)
@Madoushi_Shoujo - Thanks... if you only knew how many I didn't put in because I had to limit myself to ten. BTW, I don't know if you noticed I started a webnovel, but I'll be posting a new page every Sunday.
I really like this!
I don't know Voltaire, but otherwise, you have exquisite taste. Well, my husband's the Korn fan, but I really like the rest. Good show!
@BoureeMusique - Oh Voltaire is hilarious... he's like a Goth Weird Al Yankovich. Seriously funny. I don't know if you watch cartoons, but there's an episode of the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy where a meteor comes from outer space with an brain eater inside and Voltaire does the song called Brains for it. He has a great dramatic voice, which just makes the lyrics funnier, and the music itself is almost dirge-like with violins sometimes and other times very upbeat. For instance, the Vampire Club lyrics:
Oh, the moon was full
And the color of blood
The night the pirates came
To the Vampire Club
Their leader was tall and snide and slim
He looked like a gay Captain Morgan
Well, he recognized a Vampire
From his school
And he did something that was
Most uncool, he said,
"Hey everybody, see that fool in the cape?"
His name's Bernie Weinstein
And he's in the 8th grade!"
Fangs were flying, capes were torn
Hell hath no fury like a Vampire scorned
The number one rule in this game:
Never call one by his real name
Wigs were pulled, top hats were crushed
By pointy boots in a rush
And Boris at the bar orders a Bud and says,
"It's just another night at the Vampire Club."
Missi lost a fang in the ladies room
And we all laughed and called her 'Snaggletooth!"
And Dee was made cause he broke his cane
And he flushed his contacts down the drain
There was so much angst after the fight
Vlad and Akasha broke up that night
While some rivet-heads danced in a puddle of goo
That used to be "Father" you-know-who!
Well, its hard to believe but we're still around
And when we hang out it's upside down
Dressed in black from toe to head singing,
"Bela Lugosi's still undead!"
A gaggle of goths is a peaceful site
We'd do anything to avoid a fight
But if you really want to see some gore and blood
Wait 'til the Ravers come to the Vampire Club
LOL, yeah, morbidity does sell to the right crowd. Generally the more intelligent. Good luck with that, hey.
And if someone gets offended by any of the lyrics you posted...ROFL, they're really tame compared to what I listen to. =P I'm thinking I should check out Supertramp, anyway, beyond the one or two songs I know.
@Lord_Wu - eh... you never know what might offend someone. Some people find me offensive just on general principle. I like some heavier stuff, and some lighter stuff, but these were the lyrics that worked for my story.
I like lots of old bands, but Supertramp is something special. They had some real messages in their music.
you obviously aint had it easy...
arent you amazed at yourself?i am.