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Songs You Relate To

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This Is The Song I Listen To For Myself.

It's called My wish by Rascal Flatts (yeah I am a little obsessed with them).

It helps me stay focused on my goals and see the bigger picture. Plus I feel warmth when I listen to it and self love. It helps me get through my worst days. So I decided to share that personal bit with you guys. I hope when you listen to it you feel my empathy from millions of miles away. Hugs all around.

What do you guys think of it? :)

Okay I guess I can't find one that will post on this site. Sorry guys. :shifty:
 
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I've posted this before and I'll post it again.

Gemini Girly
Katzenjammer Kabarett

My darling baby, now let's go to bed
But darling sounds like beloved instead
Mommy ignores the lurking dread
Now sweet child of hers has twins in her head
Twins in her head
(I have twins in my head)

The bed was tucked
There was no one around
I wish I could move
But my limbs are bound
The night is so thick and sweet mommy's gone
I'm afraid of the dark and the voices come
The voices come
(And my mommy is gone)

Teddies and puppets dance on the shelf
Night night me, night night myself
Pictures, voices, thoughts in whirls
Girlies kissing other girls
Other girls

Silent moans oh Mommy please help me
Kiss her--no kill her!
Can't help this uneasy
Dolly mixture of feelings and shadows
Anger and joy
Tension and sorrow
And everything blows
And everything blows

Gingerbread bogeymen and void wedding dresses
Dance in the trees, giving cold kisses
Legions of shades
Walk by the window where winds blow the cries
Of weeping willows
Weeping willows

Through the moonlit forest
Pale feet run fast
Trying to escape from herself--aghast
The very last step
Was made to the river where lily-white dresses
Will float forever
For ever and ever

Everything hastens in a fake roundabout
Poor Gemini girl, she found no way out
By her lily-white hem
The dead dollies took her and tied her to dreams
For ever and ever

Gemini Girly
Came and said to me
Don't you be worried
I lie with dollies
And they look out for me
Just like sweet mommy
Used to do for me
Used to do for me
And now every night she comes in my sleep
Now every night she comes in my sleep

Gemini Girly lies
Gemini Girly cries
Gemini Girly dies
Her lily-white dress shines
Deep deep down inside
Deep deep down inside
The river and my mind
The river and my mind

Down inside
The river
The river and my mind
 
Black Liner Run
She Wants Revenge

Run, run, run
Would you wear that black liner, baby?
Run, run, run
Would you wear that black liner, baby
Run, run, run
Run, run, run

I read your every entry
I read your secrets and couldn't sleep
They say you'll never let me see your face
Wish me luck then laugh at the sad case

My friend is on the phone
Whining crash lights
Says you can sleep at mine
Pleasant dreams sleep night light
An anime with perfect lacerations
He don't wanna see
It's becoming a fixation

She never leaves her home but she's real sweet
Got her own style
Leaves her windows real wide
Crosses her fingers after so many years
Mascara runs through the tracks of her tears

(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
Still it's nice to wish
(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
If he understands
(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
This could never be
(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
Still he's making plans

I caught a death when I signed on
I saw your pictures and couldn't eat
I swear that you were sent here just to tease
And you *smile* back in between asterisks
My heart is on my sleeve when I write you
These incidents lead to dead ends and surely
They excite you
Or did you know?
Is it you're typing blindly
Choose a public place, darling
Won't you let me find thee?

He leaves cat's eyes after poems
So she knows who he's speaking
When she's reading it alone
She's waited eagerly but will she embrace
In bloodied hands
Her new lover's face?

(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
Still it's nice to wish
(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
If he understands
(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
This could never be
(Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?)
Still he's making plans

Run, run, run would you wear that black liner, baby?
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
 
Wow, so many songs and bands I've got to check-out -- I'm way behind! :)

Here's a few that I like:

Galaxie
Blind Melon
...
And you're leavin' me
Yeah, you're leavin' me
You're leavin' me with a hated identity

But I keep on a comin' here and standin' in this state
Oh, and I'm never really sure
If you'll take what I'm sayin' the right way

But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back
It isn't me, oh, no, no, no, it isn't me
I'm more at home in my galaxie, oh yeah
...

For You
Staind
To my mother, to my father
It's your son or it's your daughter
Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me
Should I turn this up for you?

I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence gets us nowhere
Gets us nowhere way too fast

The silence is what kills me
I need someone here to help me
But you don't know how to listen
And let me make my decisions
...

And for when I want to really get some anger out:

My Plague
Slipknot
[The lyrics are a little expletive-ridden, so I won't print them here, but they're not hard to find. ;) ]
 
Gemini Girly
Amazing lyrics.

Wow, so many songs and bands I've got to check-out -- I'm way behind!
I feel like that too. I love finding new bands from this thread.

I've had this song stuck in my head today (the music video is great too), so I'll share.

Long road to ruin by Foo Fighters

Head on without a care, before it's way too late.

Maybe the season, the colours change in the valley skies.
Oh God, I've sealed my fate, running through hell, heaven can wait.

Long road to ruin there in your eyes, under the cold street lights.
No tomorrow, no dead end.
Long road to ruin there in your eyes, under the cold streetlights.
No tomorrow, no dead end in sight.

For every piece to fall in place, forever gone without a trace,
Your horizon takes its shape.
No turning back, don't turn that page.

Come now, I'm leaving here tonight.
Come now, let's leave it all behind
Is that the price you pay?
Running through hell, heaven can wait.
 
Very disturbing. I love it.

I love that you love it. The majority of my life has been filled with people asking me why I would listen to such sorrowful or disturbing music. But, as Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls says in Thirty Whacks, "You're always telling me/That you're dying to know/But you're not really listening."

On that note, I always felt particularly bad before my disclosure when my mother asked me to turn down the volume of this song. (PS, I know I repost songs a lot, but this thread is WAY more active than I ever could have thought, so I feel vindicated in reposting the songs that really stick out as meaningful to me, otherwise they're buried anyway. Also somehow I feel like because I type each one by memory I'm somehow validated by the labor of it, not just spamming what would otherwise be a huge number of songs through copy/paste. I simply don't have enough memorized to type everything that's relevant. But that's my own strange compulsion, there.)

Missed Me
The Dresden Dolls ... <3

Missed me, missed me
Now you've gotta kiss me
If you kiss me, mister
I might tell my sister
If I tell her, mister
She might tell my mother
And my mother, mister
She might tell my father
And my father, mister
He won't be too happy
And he'll have his lawyer
Come up from the city
And arrest you, mister
So I wouldn't kiss me
If you get me, mister
See?

Missed me, missed me
Now you've gotta kiss me
If you kiss me, mister
You must think I'm pretty
If you think so, mister
You must want to f*ck me
And if you f*ck me, mister
It must mean you love me
If you love me, mister
You would never leave me!
It's as simple as can be

Miss me, miss me
Now you've gotta kiss me
If you miss me, mister
Why do you keep leaving?
If you trick me, mister
I will make you suffer
And they'll get you, mister
Put you in the slammer
And forget you, mister
I'm fragile, mister
Just like any girl would be
And so misunderstood
So treat me delicately

Missed me, missed me
Now you've gone and done it!
Hope you're happy!
In the county penitentiary
It serves you right
For kissing little girls
But I'll visit
If you miss me

Say you miss me!
How's the food they feed ya?
Do you miss me, mister
Will you kiss me through the window?
Do you miss me, mister
Will they ever let you go?

I miss my mister so
 
I am about to ruin this, but I just want to say that when I searched for this thread and scrolled to the bottom of the page to go to the last one, the little message above the page listings said, "666 more messages..." Hah! That only happens every 675 messages or so, y'know. :P

46 & 2
Tool

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
For 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 comin 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 have 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 my shadow
Forty-six and two just ahead of me
 
The majority of my life has been filled with people asking me why I would listen to such sorrowful or disturbing music. But, as Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls says in Thirty Whacks, "You're always telling me/That you're dying to know/But you're not really listening."
People who say that have either not had to suffer the things you/we did, or they are hiding their own histories -- possibly even from themselves.

I've also found that few people have (or allow themselves) a very wide emotional range, especially with regard to artistic expression. You hear a tons of pop and fluff on the radio, but everything else has been driven-off the public airwaves. I like some pop and dance music -- but I also like stuff that's incredibly morose, disturbing, angry, etc. Because it's real. It's someone's experience, a part of their life, and something I empathize with, even if I haven't directly experienced the same thing myself.

Every town needs at least one good college radio station. :)
 
Golden Surf
The entire day,
like
a golden surf,
hurls itself against the black rocks of the dark
of the night.
It seems to me that there should be a plan
for the dark,
a plan that
that involves speed,
light,
and you by my side,
you,
by my side.

Must we stay here or can we go?
I have a map I make inside my head
I have a way,
the way to go.
A map only shows what you already must know.
Where shall we go?
Into the dark light!
The neon,
Moon,
and the stars of a thousand headlights.
The neon moon buzzing.
Buzzing.
A firefly mothman!
A firefly mothman!
Buzzing.
It's time to go.
it's time...
Before the golden surf returns to wash it all away again,
to wash it all away... again.

It's time to go.
It's time to go.
Before the golden surf returns to wash the night away...
A plan that involves speed,
light,
and you
by my side

Writers: Thomas-Moliné-Diagram.
©2004 Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.
 
I was thinking about starting a music thread, but it looks like MissAntiSunshine beat me to it...2 years ago! :) Some of the songs which are resonating with me right now (sorry if these have been shared already). Comfortably Numb is one of my favourite songs but I see that's been mentioned....thanks Crl1983!

Is it OK to post youtube links here?

City and Colour

Little Hell

What if everything's just the way that it will be
Could it be that I meant to cause you all this grief
My warships are lying off the coat of your delicate heart
And my aim is set and true as it's been right from the star

There's a degree of difficulty in dealing with me
From my haunted past comes the daunting task of living through memory
If we could just hang this mirror on the bedroom wall
Stare into the past and forget it all

So when we leave it'll be a quick midnight escape
We'll disconnect ourselves from all of yesterday
I'll dig for water and fashion our very own wishing well
Then we'll throw our coins down hoping to rid of us of this little hell

City and Colour
Hope for Now

this highway's dark and empty
just miles and miles of endless road
I've got a sickness pounding in my head
I'm at the mercy of the ghosts

but what it would take to live
as if I would not another day
to live without despair
and to be without disdain

how can I instill such hope
but be left with none of my own?
what if I could sing
just one song
and it might save somebody's life

I sought after reasons to stay
I was lost
I was lost

then the sky turned black
and the rains poured down
I was waiting
waiting to be found
oh, no

how can I instill such hope
but be left with none of my own?
what if I could sing
just one song
and it might save somebody's life

when I would sing
all that I can sing
because that is when
when I feel that I'm not just counting time

oh, and I sing
all that I can sing
maybe just for the moment
things would seem all right

Peter Gabriel
Sky Blue

so tired of all this traveling
so many miles away from home
i keep moving to be stable
free to wander, free to roam

i can hear the same voice calling
crying out, from my heart
and that cry, what a cry
what a cry, it's going to be
if i can stop to let it out, oh
 
Do post links if you'd like in addition to the written lyrics or a snippet. I don't see the harm there as long as there are no embedded videos, which may get messy and annoying if it became popular.

I lost control of this thread on like page two anyway... ;) Which is good! I was inactive for over a year and came back and this was still rockin' hard, it was under "new posts." Made me so happy. But the people have done their own thing here, so I just go with the flow. It's good.

Think I'ma break everything if I don't write these lyrics down instead...

The Toadies
Happy Face

I try to wish you away
I'll do more than wishing someday

No, no, no more
Son of a bitch
No, no, no more wishin
No, no, no more
Son of a bitch
No more happy face!

You and I have nothing more to say
We'll do more than talkin someday

No, no, no more
Son of a bitch
No, no, no more talkin'
No, no, no more
Son of a bitch
No more happy face!

If I
Could find
The will
To kill!
Get it?

Here we go again

No, no, no more,
Son of a bitch!
No, no, no, no more
Son of a bitch!
No, no, no more
Son of a bitch!
No more happy face

If I
Could find
The will
To kill!
Well I'll
Kill you
Son of a
Bitch!
 
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