Music

[eos_nyxia]

Listening to "Small Hours"... in the small hours.

The lyrical part is what both "hope" and being hyperpresent sound like to me. (And "hope" is something that I pretty much never feel nor do I really think there's a point to that emotion just generally. But if there is anything positive about hope at all, somehow this is it.)

Every time I hear it, I wish it would just never end, and go on and on and on...

...it always ends too quickly.

[Proserpina]

Haha!

And after calming me down
with some orange slices
and some fetal spooning,
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One,
the One who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.

 

[Proserpina]

 

[Zeroguy]

 

[integral]

Healthy Red, the Selfish Hero who fight only for himself, with honor "I'd rather die standing, than live kneeling", fearless with everything to lose, unbound strength that comes from sheer focus and will, standing his ground to die immortal.

Edited September 20, 2022 by integral

[Proserpina]

 

[Aaron p]

 

 Check this out. This is stage blue Christian chill, gangster rap.

 

Edited September 21, 2022 by Aaron p

[Aaron p]

 

this is some Northern Irish gangster rap about the troubles and the conflict between protestants and Catholics 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Zigzag Idiot]

 

 

 

[Zigzag Idiot]

 

 

 

[Loba]

Son, go fetch the rifle now
I think there's something in the yard
I can see the herd is getting rattled
And the dogs are on their guard

Liar
Liar
Liar

Well, we came to make a home here
But there's something in the trees
We bolt the door, chain the gate, secure the homestead
But it's never gonna leave

Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar

The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now
The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now

The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now
The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now

Hey, did you curse this place?
Did you fall to earth to cull a herd?
Strange gods above the earth
These are things you just won't believe

In the shackles of the night
There are lights up in the sky
Scratching at the doors
They are coming through the walls

Twenty feet above the ground
They move without a sound
Among the garbage cans
A curse upon the land

Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar
Liar

[Proserpina]

 

[Loba]

I'll take you with me everywhere
You're my best friend and family
Without you I'm not even there
No one would know me

Staring into your glowing face,
You look like the world to me now
And you were always changing shape
No use digging holes, got no seeds to sew

Always changing shape
Always changing shape

[Loba]

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you

Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you

I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be)
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be

[Loba]

Was feeling really down today, but then I found this song and I'm all smiles.  Dis iz mai bae. 

Today's just so wonderful
I feel like chuckling
I feel all fuzzy inside like a duckling
Full of TARANTULAS
And now that I'm here
Tonight
It's gonna get
WEIRD

Ah-ha-ha-ha!

Look at these creatures
Not enough features
Cats should breath fire
Bears should sing choir!
(Hmm, very nice!)
Look at this tower under my power
Look at these people puny and feeble!
Whooo-hooo!

Look
I'm just a triangle trying to save you
From the delusions society gave you
Gravity's a lie
So is the sky
Trust in the all seeing
All knowing
EYE

Look at this money
Who's that honey?!

Look throughout history
How could you miss me?!
(Seriously, I am all over the place!)
Look at this weather, I could do better!
Mandlebrot rainbows, screaming tornadoes
Look at this loser drinking coffee
Now it's decaf!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha!)
Look at these people, calling me evil
right back got you
Now you're all statues!
Now everything you know is disappeared
It's gonna get...

WEIRD.

Edited October 5, 2022 by Loba

[eos_nyxia]

I'm finally FINALLY figured out who made this damn song!!!

 I remember it being mixed on the radio that you'd hear in public with contemporary music as a kid. And then as I got older, I still heard it played.

.....you hear this one riff in it and it kind of gets stuff in your head forever.

All of their most well-known songs sound kind of familiar, so I've most likely heard them multiple times before. For example:

......I can't believe that I thought that "Dire Straights" was an industrial band for over half my life, haha.

 

[Proserpina]

 

 

[Loba]

Everybody's on the run
So satisfy your hungry heart
Give me something to hold on
Here today, tomorrow's gone

We're just children (La-la-la-la-la)
Rolling where we don't belong
We're just children (La-la-la-la-la)
Waiting for the future to come
We're just children (La-la-la-la-la)
Rolling where we don't belong
We're just children (La-la-la-la-la)

Going nowhere, forever young
Spin in circles around the sun
Take nothing, going numb
Standing on the tip of your tongue

Don't give up now, it's not too late
Go and give yourself a break
So let it out, don't be afraid
If you want love, you gotta give it away
'Cause we're just children
Don't give up now, don't give up now

[Loba]

Keep from us heartless tides of time:
the currents that will wreck you.
On the continental shelf the water's warm
the harbour walls protect you.
After the levee breaks
the dead man's fingers hold you.
All the mermaids sing
they want you for their own,
their drowning arms enfold you
Gimme streets of lights and wine
Gimme better thorts than mine
My scratch-card god,
vouchsafe our souls to keep
from these periscopic sorrows
and the Horrors of the Deep

Sex on the beach is fine
All up for stimulation
But down at full fathom five
-just to survive-
you need some inhalation.
What does a poor boy do
when they all drag your name round town?
What the old men and the sea all said to me
was quite enough to drag me down.

Take it like a man
or like the little bitch I am
I feel it now
I lay me down to sleep:
suspect morals in the corals
and the Horrors of the Deep
Sumptuously poised here in the foam
a watery quintessence
later pitifully trailing home alone
my bio-luminescence.
Beached on the Kentish Knock
-so very far from Camden Town
and while Kraken dreams
the Little Mermaid sings her song of legs and sound.

Out there in the bay
where the salt will burn away
your landlocked pride
-out there such thought is cheap.
Watch me holler in the squalor
with the Horrors of the Deep.

[Proserpina]

Slowly
She lifts her head from the pillow of winter boredom
Rigidly, she rises from her icy grave
With light in her eyes
And fight in her fists
She commences the winter war
And as the ice welks away
The spring queen will take over