Rise Against – Voices Off Camera

•March 22, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Can you hear the desperate cries
that are calling out your name?
Twisting your arms, holding out their hands
and tugging at your sleeve
Do you feel this underlying sense of urgency
or are you as blind as me?

I hit the ground and I’m still running but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I’ll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere now

I can’t bear the thought of losing,
I dread the attention winning brings
and ever since the day I came here
I can stand without your strings
I’m so sick of all these people
but I’m scared to be alone
and if this life has taught me anything
I forgot it long ago

And so I hit the ground and I’m still running but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I’ll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes
Hit the ground and I’m still running but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I’ll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes

The heart is something you can’t control
We either choose to follow or be left on our own
So we’re leaving here on a less-travelled road
As desperate cries grow louder, I know we’re getting close, getting close

And so I hit the ground and I’m still running but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I’ll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes
Hit the ground and I’m still running but I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I’ll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes

Drones – Rise Against

•February 26, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Deep inside these burning buildings
Voices die to be heard
Years we spent teaching a lesson
We ourselves had never learned

And if strength is born from heartbreak
Then mountains I could move
And if these walls could speak
I’d pray that they would tell me what to do

So if you see me please just walk on by
Walk on by
Forget my name and I’ll forget it too
Failed attempts at living simple lives
Simple lives
Always keep me coming back to you

No signs of life here save the embers
The occaisonal flame
We know the way but can’t remember
Conception to the grave
Shout confessions from the greatest heights
Where no one can hear
All my fears my insecurities
Are falling like tears

So if you see me please just walk on by
Walk on by
Forget my name and I’ll forget it too
Failed attempts at living simple lives
Simple lives
Always keep me coming back to you

The drones all slave away
They’re working overtime
They serve a faceless creed
They never question why
Disciples of a Ghost, a King that neither lives or breathes
But we’ve got bills to pay
We’ve got mouths to feed
I won’t come back!

Dramatic Moment

•February 22, 2007 • Leave a Comment

These are the lyrics to the song “Fiddler on the Green” by the band Demons and Wizards. Corny name, aye. But truthfully, it makes perfect sense for them to be named that. The reason why I won’t go into here, as that’s not the point. Anyway, here goes:

Sad voices they’re calling
Our precious girl she can’t be gone
How bitter this morning
When daddy’s darling
Went out and started her day

Wasn’t there a dream last night
Like a spring never ending
Still the water runs clear
Through my mind
On the field I can see a fiddler
The fiddler on the green and the sad boy
I took him too early
Would you mind?
Would you mind?
Would you mind?
If I take you

To be with you (repeat x4)

The sun seemed bright
The air was clear
The air was clear
A trick of light
Turned red into green
She saw the light
Her face was pale
Her body smashed
Her beauty’s gone
Isn’t a shame
The reaper said
He is quite alone here
And still waiting for you
Oh I really did fail for the first time
Spoke the fiddler, poor old fiddler
The fiddler on the green
The fiddler on the green
It would be nice…

Take my hand

Just hold my hand
I’ll take you there
Your pain will go away

In all truth, the speaker here is Death. It says so. The interesting part is that he is speaking to a member of his club, or namely, a dead person. He is speaking to a young girl about a young boy. Here’s the interesting part: though this is indeed a fanciful song, it is wrapped around a rather peculiar story. Apparently, the song writer (Hansi Kursch) witnessed an automobile accident involving the fatality of a young boy. Some twenty years later, he witnessed another accident in the same intersection that involved a young woman at a cross-walk. It apparently sent him to thinking that earlier, with the boy, Death had made a mistake and took the young boy before he was supposed to. Because of this, instead of an afterlife of peace, the boy was experiencing one of loneliness for he was supposed to find his love, the young girl and be with her in the afterlife. So Death attempts to rectify the mistake and kills the girl in the same place. Giving her the choice between a painful life of disfiguration or a senseless existence in the beyond with someone she’s never met, Death solves his only failure.

Decadence in Decay Minor

•February 19, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Darkened city street, no cars. The street is lined with lights, about a third of which are on. Even those that are on are flickering mildly in the night. The meager amount of pedestrians huddle from one pool of wan light to the next, always half an eye over their shoulder or to the side. There is a lull in the foot traffic now. A door opens in the side of one building, disgorging heat and light and obnoxious music into the quiet city.

A young man walks out, possibly between twenty and thirty. and, like most of the citizens here, he wears a dark woolen overcoat to his knees. The cold here never leaves. It hasn’t been a true spring in over 17 years and the sun hasn’t really shown its face in over 5 years. and yet, like most of the people here, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s tallish for a young man, and well kept. His should length black hair floats about in the wind that also continually seems to breeze through. It is not a cleaning wind, bringing the smell of soot and alchemy to everyone’s nostrils. Thankfully, the wind seems to carry itself with the same ennui as the populace, and this man is no exception.

He has just left a party in which the young people habitually throw to shake off their shackles of unspeakable depression that threatens to drown each and every one. Others will soon leave for their own reason, but his is unique. He was a holy man once, believing fervently in the doctrine. and then one day the sun never came back. It was a crisis of faith that no ounce of him has ever recovered from. It was not that he worshiped he sun, but he always felt a connection to it. Because of his religious training, he was a fairly intelligent man. He, like everyone else, had seen so many signs. Everyone knew it, and they all behaved differently about it. Some became more pious, others (like him) less so. Most tried not to think about it and by not thinking about it it crushed them slowly to death under its weight. There was no escaping.

The world was ending, and everyone knew it. Most became desperate. Acts of violence and all manner of human evil had manifested itself. The human race had became numb to its own suffering, and thus continued to perpetuate the act. He was lucky his car was still intact when he reached it.

Getting it and sitting down, he looked at the clock on the dashboard. 4:37. AM or PM? He looked at the sky and decided it really didn’t matter.

Chamber the Cartridge

Down beyond these city streets through gutters filled with black debris
In alleys void of any light where nameless things live out sight
Down through the scrapers of the sky past neon words glowing all night
Echoes my name between each car, “Are you happy where you are?”

Blind to this impending fate
We let the world carry our weight
Its back breaks with every mile
But we all live in denial

Can we be saved? Has the damage all been done?
Is it too late to reverse what we’ve become?
A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time
What’s mine was always yours and yours is mine

Let’s go!

And so we carry on each day as if our lives are not so gray
While every breath we take we only suffocate
Brush past a myriad of scenes – a homeless vet crashed
On wall street, a single mom of three, a TV personality

Save us from what we have become tonight
Eyes glazed with distrust, no sense of wrong or right

Can we be saved? Has the damage all been done?
Is it too late to reverse what we’ve become?
A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time
What’s mine was always yours and yours is mine

He gets in the car and drives home.

So Far Away – Stabbing Westward

•February 16, 2007 • 1 Comment

Each night I feel the distance that has grown between us
Open up as lonely as the space between the stars
I wish that I could find a way
To smash my fist right through these walls
Of ugliness and emptiness
And gently touch your face

But every time that I touch you
You feel so far away
And every time that you need me
I feel so far away

As you lie silently beside me choking back your tears
I wonder if you recognize
That silence now defines us
Desperately I try to fight this overwhelming sense
That I may never find
The strength to change
How hopeless we’ve become
We need to find a way to break this silence
We need to find a way to break this silence that’s between us
So I scream your name

But every time that I touch you
You feel so far away
And every time that you need me
I feel so far away
And every time that you reach out
You feel me pull away
And every time that I touch you, I touch you, I touch you
You feel so far away

Arcade – Machinae Supremacy

•February 16, 2007 • Leave a Comment

I’ve been around, I’ve been a player
I’ve seen the world
through the eyes of a slayer
So many lives, so many places
I have been since the first time I tasted

true dreams of fiction
pure rush and adrenal addiction
but now I fear
that the magic was killed by corruption

I wanna feel like that again
I wanna be a hero all over again
You’re on my side or in my way
I’ll blast you all to nothing anyway

Another day, another trial
another month of this endless denial
cause now I sense

I wanna be unbound by science
one world, under me
somewhere undirected and free
one place, unseen
uncorrupted creativity

I wanna feel like that again
I wanna be a hero all over again
You’re on my side or in my way
I’ll blast you all to kingdom come

Ordinary Story – In Flames

•February 16, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Egoism dictates human relations
A world where fashion outshines morality
Here success is written in blood-red colours
Designed by the thirst for power

Gather the faithful and propose a toast
To the epoch of indifference

An all to ordinary story
With aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don’t want to be
I’m losing myself. sinking deeper down
I’m caught in the world wound web

A time represented by the void
An excuse without content
Stuck in the abyss of existence
With a content void of excuse

An all to ordinary story
This is my story
With an aftertaste so bitter

Sinking deeper down
I’m caught – I’m cage
I’m gone