Ok...I'll be serious...
'Why can't you see past this skin? My size, my shape, my ass, my ****? I am Not your pretty face! Im just a girl you love to hate' - My Ruin
'Love is not a victory mrach...Its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah' - Jeff Buckley
'Cut myself on angel's hair and babies breath' - Nirvana
' I came around to tear your little world apart' - Garbage
Lots more....but i cant be bothered to write em all!
Tool - Schism Because its all about the lack of communication between people.
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed
Will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication
The light that feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
It doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication
The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication
Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
(sometimes says "lovers" the first
time and then "brothers" in concert)
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit (crescendo)
Love that song, Milla...🤘
Right now:
Incubus - I Wish You Were Here
(Woo!)
I dig my toes into the sand
the ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
pretend that I am weightless
and in this moment I am happy, happy
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I lay my head onto the sand
the sky resembles a backlit canopy
with holes punched in it
I'm counting UFO's
I signal them with my lighter
and in this moment I am happy, happy
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
The world's a roller coaster
and I am not strapped in
maybe I should hold with care
but my hands are busy in the air
I say
I wish you were here
I wish you were
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
wish you were here
"Tool - Schism Because its all about the lack of communication between people."
Only about 1% of that song is about communication.
It's about how human faith has suffered through religion breaking into pieces instead of being one. Maynard or the narrative consciousness is saying "I know the pieces fit coz I watched them fall away." Meaning they know that religion is meant to be just one unit because they've both seen them as one and seen them fall apart. Also the line "The light that fueled the fire then has burned a hole between us so we cannot see to reach an end, crippling our communication" is the narrator referring to the fact that the one thing that once united everyone and fueled us (Christ) has ultimately come to be the thing that forces us apart.
Never take a Tool song to have an obvious meaning.
-AC
"My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in
I wanna feel the changes coming down
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow
Change is coming through my shadow
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
My shadow
Change is coming
Now is my time
Listen to my muscle memory
Contemplate what I've been clinging to
Forty six and two ahead of me
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me
Soften this old armor
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side
Step into the shadow
Forty six and two are just ahead of me"
"Forty-six & 2"-Tool.
Like every Tool song, tremendous meaning here. Which is why I love it.
-AC
Coheed and Cambria - Delirium Trigger
Oh dear God, I don't feel alive
When you're cut short of misery
Will you pray it be the end
Give a look, surprise, wide eyes to me
Then you'll know just what I am
The scar that triggers, you'll feel
Come know me in a different light, now
Come know me as God
and Alexisonfire - 44 Caliber loveletter in my signature
Rocket Man (I Think It's Going To Be A Long Long Time)
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Honky Château
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it's gonna be a long long time...
The Shins--Pink Bullets
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
So you understand less as the pages turn
Or a movie so crass
And awkardly cast
That even I could be the star.
Elliott Smith--Waltz #2
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
Sage Francis--Mermaids Are Sea Sluts
I sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar of my own dramatic experience with my excommunicated tongue.
See I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts to much to talk. I’ve been there.
And don’t plan on returning because no matter how much of the distence I kept or how long I waiting for the wounds to heal they’d reopen with the slightest flashback
so I sued time for malpractice, that bastards a hag with a rusty scalpel and barbed wire stitch thread.
I'll come with some more later...