december los angeles whatever - almost exactly what i dont like lol.

Whisp was cool for a few weeks, haha

Because it's superficial, unpoetical, thoughtless, ect. Just because you write about death and whatnot doesn't make it profound. I apply the same criticism to emo/goth poetry that always involves some combination of the words "death" "sorrow" and "darkness".

I used the term "juvenile" also because it's very childish to act boorishly aggressive. Metal projects this pseudo-angry front that just begs to be mocked. I suppose metalheads believe it's really cool to tackle people and "go crazy" at a show, but really they're just lacking the mature part of their brain that allows adults to sit in one place for a few hours without recess. Not to mention, many many kids LOVE metal.

No doubt I'm going to attract more flames with this post as well. Let's see how many of them are directed at my post or at me personally. I'm sure there are several people now who know me better than I know myself and are prepared to say so!

your not really a musician, are you?

Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme
Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream
I try to relax but its warmer outside
I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide

This has become a full time career
To die young would take only 21 years
Gun down a school or blow up a car
The media circus will make you a star

Dark matter flowing out on to a tape
Is only as loud as the silence it breaks
Most things decay in a matter of days
The product is sold the memory fades

Crushed like a rose
In the river flow
I am I know

Mudvayne - Forget To Remember Lyrics
What have I done?
Where have I come from?
When I burnt the backs with the sun through a glass did I seal
the loss that's become me?

Feeling undone
What have I become?
When I turned my back on you I turned my back on myself and
became this machine

Thoughtlessness
(I feel)Selfishness
(I feel)Hopelessness
(I feel)Arrogant

I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again

Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?

Shadows in the sun
Filter through us
Still wrestle the demons that arrested me as a child
Confession rejected
We grow up
To give up
People step on the cracks for wounds owed paid back
Through the words of surrender

Emptiness
(I feel)Loneliness
(I feel)Listlessness
(I feel)Worthless

I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again
Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?

Can you save me?
From myself
From these memories
Can you save me?
From myself
From these memories

Surrender
To the shadows
Haunting inside
Bleed through you
Surrender to the secretes...inside
Lies within you

I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again
Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?

Can't feel you on the inside
Set down the bag and left it
Lost memory has left me
One again
Open up the inside
Admission for the cleansing
Now that I've forgotten to remember

Surrender
To the shadows
Haunting inside
Bleed through you

A mother sings a lullabye to her child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy.

Walk in the woods and I will try
Something in the trees that made you cry
It's so erotic when your makeup runs.*

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes.

A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I'm feeling something taking over me.

Metal fans are simply too entrenched in their own art-killing quagmire to be swayed by any rational argument. Their synapses are too brutalized by bluntness to recognize subtlety ever again; real music may be forever useless to them.

there has been like a massive tidal wave of bands that sound just like U2. the mimicry started with coldplay and still hasn't stopped. the last 2 videos are in that category. it's just so weak. phil anselmo could probably kick all their asses simultaneously.

edit: omg they're wearing a suit and tie. and a motorcycle helmet...

Metal fans are simply too entrenched in their own art-killing quagmire to be swayed by any rational argument. Their synapses are too brutalized by bluntness to recognize subtlety ever again; real music may be forever useless to them.

10.000 days (wings pt 2)

Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior,
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;
None of us have actually been there.
Not like you.

Ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choices, hypocrites won't see.

But, enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
You'll have a piece of the divine.

And this little light of mine, the gift you passed on to me;
I'll let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
Your way home ...

Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High as a wave, but our eyes are upon the ground.
You [are / were] the light and the way, they'll only read about.
I only pray, [Heaven / God] knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough, you're going home.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"

Give me my wings!

You are the light and way, that they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
Burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
You were the witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your Maker's face tonight,
Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home.

who are you to wave your finger? you musta been outta your head.
eye hole deep in muddy waters. You practically raised the dead.
rob the grave to snow the cradle then burn the evidence down.
soap box house of cards and glass so don't go tossin' your stones around.

you musta been high

foot in mouth and head up ass, so watcha talking bout?
difficult to dance round this one till you pull it out. boy

you musta been so high.

steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent.

now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo. (musta) got lemon juice
up in your eye when you pissed all over my black kettle.

you musta been high.

who are you to wave your finger? so full of it.
eye balls deep in muddy waters. fuckin hypocrite.
liar, lawyer, mirror show me. what's the difference?
kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.

now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo. (musta) got lemon juice
up in your eye when you pissed all over my black kettle.

you musta been high.

So who are you to wave your finger?
who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
you must have been outta your mind.
Weepin shades of indigo.

liar, lawyer, mirror for ya. what's the difference?
kangaroo be stoned. he's guilty as the government.

now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo. (musta) got lemon juice
up in your eye when you pissed all over my black kettle.

you musta been high.

eye balls deep in muddy waters.
you're balls deep in muddy waters.
Ganja, please, you must have been outta your mind.

Metal fans are simply too entrenched in their own art-killing quagmire to be swayed by any rational argument. Their synapses are too brutalized by bluntness to recognize subtlety ever again; real music may be forever useless to them.

there has been like a massive tidal wave of bands that sound just like U2. the mimicry started with coldplay and still hasn't stopped. the last 2 videos are in that category. it's just so weak. phil anselmo could probably kick all their asses simultaneously.

edit: omg they're wearing a suit and tie. and a motorcycle helmet...

..any band that wears a scarf in a performance needs to have an immediate ass-kicking by phil anselmo (that can be his new job, now that he is bandless). I don't see how anyone could like this band.

Were we talking about music or what band can beat up this band? Whatever, haha

i think what TS is trying to say is that talentless, goofy, whinybaby bands deserve disrespect for creating music that insults the artistic portion of our brains?