by Evil Urchin » Fri Sep 12, 2003 8:10 pm
Wow.....angst....overpowering me.....Can't you people get some damn self respect or something? Anyway, onto my song(s)
Since I couldn't decide, first up is a song by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
DARKER WITH THE DAY
As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bless them, had
turned out to be all talk
I could see their frightened faces
peering at me trough the gate
I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope
of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who
had died from the lack of it
And in my best shoes I started falling
forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
And love followed just behind me
panting at my feet
At the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud
Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched through the pictures in a
leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a
fisherman's hook
Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
It was a Good day and an Evil day and
all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most
destruction was being done
By those who could not choose
between the two
Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars,
Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny
plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs
down their fronts
I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The Camellias, Magnolias, and Azaleas so sweet
And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat
I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement,
the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down
Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone
You went away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
These streets are frozen now
I come and go
Full of a longing for something I do
not know
My father sits slumped in the
deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above,
about, below
Babe
It seems so long
Since you’ve been gone
And you went away
And I
Open a grave
But it grows darker with the day
Next up is a Cracker song...
Teen Angst
I don't know what the world may need,
but I'm sure as hell that it starts with me
And that's a wisdom,
I have laughed at.
I don't know what the world may want,
but a good stiff drink it surely don't,
So I think I'll go and fix myself a tall one.
'Cause what the world needs now
is a new kind of tension,
'Cause the old one just bores me to death.
Cause, what the world needs now,
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
I don't know what the world may need,
but a V8 engine's a good start for me.
Think I'll drive to find a place to be surly.
I don't know what the world may want,
but some words of wisdom could comfort us
Think I'll leave that up to someone wiser.
'Cause, what the world needs now
are some true words of wisdom
like "La La La La La."
'Cause, what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
I don't know what the world may need,
and I never grasped your complexities--
I'd be happy just to get your attention.
I don't know what the world may want,
but your long, sweet body lying next to mine
could certainly raise my spirits.
'Cause what the world needs now
is a new Frank Sinatra
so I can get you in bed.
'Cause what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
Finally, a King Crimson ditty
21st Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
And that, as they say, is that. Although perhaps I should have added in KMFDM's "Light"....oh well.
Kawaita hitomi de dareka na itekure -The Real Folk Blues, Yoko Kanno
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers