Originally posted by total metalhead
no the ****ed up thing is that people have now turned the word 'stoner' into another stereo typical group like 'skater' or 'prep'. stoners are just guys who do pot, not a frickin social group.im not being prejudiced or anything cos i suppose im a stoner too, i just hate it when ppl start getting divided into 'goths' or 'punks' or 'jocks' or wateva. its dumb.
Yeah I know it's like with me, a couple of my friends some people consider "neds" some they consider "skaters" and some they consider "goths" and then they ask me what i am and I just have to say "Im me so f**K off!"😄 even though my friends just wear whatever the hell they want to wear.
although I do call the neds, neds coz they're all @$$holes anyway so i like to have a group or something coz i cant remember them all by name 😉
anyway music...
Help-the beatles
friday night-the darkness (coz Im in so many bloody clubs)
and
enter sandman-metallica but thats only coz I listen to it constantly and its always in my head.
Originally posted by total metalhead
no the ****ed up thing is that people have now turned the word 'stoner' into another stereo typical group like 'skater' or 'prep'. stoners are just guys who do pot, not a frickin social group.im not being prejudiced or anything cos i suppose im a stoner too, i just hate it when ppl start getting divided into 'goths' or 'punks' or 'jocks' or wateva. its dumb.
I know! what's the point in it? Music is music. That's it. End of f**kin story.
Silent Scream by TSOL,
the cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones
I’m the shadow ripping cobblestones,
I’m the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon
I’m the branches scratching at the moon
I’m the funeral service, the unknown mourner
I’m the demon cowering in the corner
I’m the sexton’s spade, the new thrown clay
I’m what’s left when they walk away
I’m the ebony coffin, satin lining
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
The Pale thin lips in the back room dying
I’m the walking dead, the fly by night
I’m the last of the fading light
In the unbarred door, the open encasement
I’m the steps leading down to the basement
I'm the four post bed, the let down hair
I’m the cross you forgot to wear
I’m the highest voltage, Shining slab
The crack of midnight in the doctor’s lab
I’m the night before, Morning after
Echoing of the baron’s laughter
The Echoing of the baron’s laughter
I’m Jonathan Harker, I’m Lucy’s trance
Elegant count’s hypnotic glance
I’m the wooden mallet, the sharpened stake
I’m the precautions you forgot to take
I’m the mummy’s curse, the passing bell
I’m the fortune that they wouldn’t tell
I’m pyromania, I'm Transylvania
I’m out of breath, I’m worse than death
I’m the late night air, exhilarating
With you in the darkness waiting
I'm with you in the darkness waiting
Originally posted by in flames
one by metallica
so you have no arms and legs and were crippled in WWI? 😛
p.s. i know most of the song is metaphorical lol.... 😛
i wouldnt have a song for me tbh...... i relate to hardly any of the songs i like, and i think you should like a song to be related to it (if you know what i mean).
closest thing would be either Hatebreed - Choose or be chosen or Will Haven - Carpe Diem.
they portray my attitude as close as you can expect without me actually writing the song 😛