Iron Maiden, Hallowed Be Thy Name
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Nick Cave, Red Right Hand
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand
White Zombie, Blood, Milk, And Sky
The siren sings a
Lonely song of all the
Wants and hungers
The lust of love a brute
Desire - the ledge of life
Goes under - Divide the
Dream into the flesh
Kaleidoscope and -
Candle eyes - Empty
Winds scrape on the
Soul - but never stop
To realize -
Animal whisperings
Intoxicate the night
Hypnotize the deperate
Slow motion light - Wash
Away into the rain
Blood, milk and sky
Hollow moons illuminate
And beauty never dies
Running wild running blind
I breathe the body deep
1,000 years beside myself
I do not sleep - Seduce
The world it never
Screams Dead water lies
Ride the only one who
Knows - Beauty never dies
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
Cats: Macavity
Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat
He's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
The Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's broken every human law
He breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement
You may look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again
Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat
He's very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined in thought
His head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect
His whiskers are uncombed
He sways his head from side to side
With movements like a snake
And when you think he's half asleep
He's always wide awake!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
For he's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable
I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's
And when the larder's looted
Or the jewel cases rifled
Or when the milk is missing
Or another Peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There's the wonder of the thing:
Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there!
And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer, Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
Just controls the operations
The Napoleon of Crime!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
Alice In Chains, Down In A Hole
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man who won't let himself be
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb (Oh I want to be inside of you)
I give this part of me for you (Oh I want to be inside of you)
Sand rains down and here I sit (Oh I want to be inside of you)
Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom (Oh I want to be inside)
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, out of control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Tool, H.
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Alice In Chains, Nutshell
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
Tool, Bottom
My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
but I survive on it ,
and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
and I feel ugly, and dead inside.
Shit adds up at the bottom.
You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild
what's broken.
Too much , too far , too late to lie down now.
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
It's all I have left.
There's no other choice.
I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
But I'm dead inside.
You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
at the bottom.
Megadeth, Mastermind
Anonymous existence, rendered useless to mankind
Destroy the logic volume in the confines of the mind
Enmassed and purposeless, marching in a perfect line
Neo-neuro torture, mental meltdown, a heinous crime
Mastermind, I tell you what to think
I tell you what you need
I tell you what to feel
Invade the core of souls to wipe the lives away
Design vacant beings, welcome the inhuman race
Encrypted horror codes, directive psyche overwrite
Processing brains to pabulum, delete and format living drives
I tell you what's real
Hail to the power age, lest the viral hour comes
Raise the flag of voltage, bow to circuitry unknown
Kneel before the processor, lords of static laugh
Electrons in submission, you must know who I am
I tell you what to think
I didn't care what you thought
I tell you waht to get
I don't care what you got
Subject
Black Sabbath, Luke's Wall/War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerers of death's construction
in the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds... Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
they only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has struck the hour
Day of judgement, god is calling on their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
ALL RIGHT NOW!
Venom, Speed King
Good golly said little Miss Molly
When she was rockin in the house of the blue light
Tooty Fruity was oh so rotty
Rockin to the east and west
Loucile was oh so real
When she didn't do her daddy's will
Come on baby, drive me crazy
You can do it, you can do it
I'm a speed king, hear me sing
Yes, I'm a speed king, see me fly
Sat night and I just got paid
Gonna fool about now aint gonna save
People gonna rock, people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Heard headed woman, soft heart man
they been causin trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
Cause I'm a speed king
hear me sing, speed king, see me fly
Good golly said little Miss Molly
Whe she was rockin in the house of the blue light
Tooty Fruity was oh so rotty
Rockin to the east and west
Heard headed woman, soft heart man
they been causin trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
Tool, Disgustipated
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........
This is necessary.
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field
, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.
| Monday. 2.7.05 12:48 am In some ways, one might see it as sad... a parting of ways if you will. However, one might also argue that it is merely the closing of a chapter. However that saying is far too over used, and does not quite capture the spirit of the moment.
One view that seems favorable to me is to think of it as a death to one's self. Not to the life that becomes one's self, but rather the life that was one's self. It's a death to the past, and a death to the person that is that past. One can't help but feel slightly melancholy, as we die each and every second of our life.
Every second this body lives, is a crime against my soul. As my body may live on, my is soul is thrust into oblivion every instant. It is this dieing soul that makes life so tiresome and hard. While it is easy to keep a body among the living, it is impossible to preserve the soul.
This is a cycle no mortal can break, as it is progress its self. To rise above this cycle would be to rise above experience, knowledge and feelings themselves. Such a feet would end in ultimate unhappiness, as there would be complete nothingness. Unfortunately we are stuck, forever dieing in our mortal tomb; until the day we transcend life and enter the world of the death.
One can only hope that in death, we may achieve peace. However the mere thought of this seems impossible, what difference would death make? Unless death is nothingness, there will always be dieing. Or perhaps that is the magic of heaven, preservation of the soul without being condemned to an empty void of nothing.
So what does a human have to look forward to in this utterly hopeless world? It would seem there is not much in this so called "physical plain" of existence that would remedy such pain. The only thing a human has to look forward to is death its self, as only death promises deliverance from this struggle.
So while people deem it foolish to place importance on the physical body and not the soul, it is hard to justify. Many people believe that the soul is immortal, which is true to the extent that you (whatever you is) will always have a soul. However, you will never at any given instant have the same soul. Which means attempting to better yourself, only brings death to your soul that much faster.
However, placing importance on your body is not any more productive. Your body is merely a tomb for your soul... and everything that you are for that matter. I have yet to find an occasion to put emphasis on one's tomb.
An ending, or death, does not mean the termination of anything. It merely means that in this existence, what was once is no more.
-note: I use the term “soul” loosely in this entry, with no direct definition. I am certainly not using the biblical definition, as I myself am religious. I am merely using it as a word to describe the human manner of knowledge, experience, judgment, and reasoning. While this may be the definition of a soul in some people’s opinion, I do not claim that it is the “end all be all” definition, nor do I claim that it is my definition. I merely used the word because I felt it would be the easiest to understand.
-note: This entry is not a reflection of my personal views.
I felt this entry was appropriate for my last entry to nutang. I am not claiming that this will be my last entry ever, however it is a sign that I am taking my official leave. There is nothing absolute about this statement. Should I feel the urge, I might come back tomorrow. I simply felt a statement of some form was needed, incase this does end up being my last entry.
For now, I will take my leave
*sniff* we nutangers shall miss you!!! especially the little kiddies who don't understand half of what you say! they shall miss you most! *sniff* » Kollin6618 on 2005-02-07 02:38:06 O.o
o.O
Yes, I too am leaving. » AshleyEverhart on 2005-02-07 01:47:39 thanks. Lola is grandma in Tagalog, and grandpa is Lolo. i think i did understand what you wrote about. for some reason it reminds me of something someone told me to..."live in the moment" It's always good to live in this "moment" and enjoy life because...you could die instantly or something...ok that was a vauge definition... anyway if you have to leave, i guess you have to leave. and there's always AIM! Deuss ExMachina0
» Ajibalaji89 on 2005-02-07 02:48:22
yeah, i'm thinking it would probably be pointless to just stop being social on nutang. today is...mardi gras.whoopee
» Ajibalaji89 on 2005-02-08 02:12:48
Pete!...i have nothing to say!...but i'll say nothing anyway!...so hey!...what a day!...my computer class is gay!...hurray!
» Kollin6618 on 2005-02-09 10:11:46
well it sucks that they cancelled school because anymore school cancellations...then they take days off of the summer...so it sucks...
» Ajibalaji89 on 2005-03-02 02:46:17
awe.. i i just came back ~tear~ we all shall miss you. please return back soon!!
» Midnight on 2005-03-25 08:11:02
it was good while it lasted.
» invisible on 2005-08-05 06:32:45
I know you'll never read this but i want to rape you and have your babies!!!!
» Kollin6618 on 2006-02-22 12:53:31
I know you'll never read this but i want to rape you and have your babies!!!!
» Kollin6618 on 2006-02-22 12:53:34
Peterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Why oh why did you run away with a younger male and make babies with him!?!??! why!?!?!?!?!?!
» Kollin6618 on 2006-06-08 06:54:13 Sorry, you do not have permission to comment. If you are a member, try logging in again or accessing this page here. |
