.:such a classic excuse:.

Propoganda

2006-04-30T14:34:00.000-07:00

I'll start out this "blog" [which is an icky and undignified word, I believe] by trying to explain why I tend to post a deluge of similarly minded media [as with my song lyrics] rather than typing things out.

In my head, things are never as organized or as communicable as I wish them to be, so I often wind up babbling, confusing the people around me, and, consequently, myself [mostly because I can't understand why they don't understand]. I think that thought is often far too complex to be put into words. Mind you, some people are capable, but I'm not.

Therefore, I sort of cheat by posting a series of unoriginal work, instead, and allow people to interpret things as they will. I have my own interpretations, but I do not claim them to be correct, and will most likely hold my peace until asked. Or until I ingest too much caffeine and tell you anyway. ^_^

Either way, here's some more media. Interpret as you will, but try to do so without simply nodding and scrolling whilst the images be deflected off of your slightly screen-glazed eyeballs.
Just because I can't put it into my own words doesn't mean I'm not trying to make a point.

Urgh. . .One photo at a time, that is. . . I wonder if I could HTML it in with webhosted pics. . .hmm
*experiments*

*dances* Yes! It works! ^_^

And this is a personal favorite

Implied meanings aside, I like how shadowy the photography is, as though it's gloomy and doesn't bode well for the future.

Thanks for your time, listening to me ramble on about meaningless things that will likely affect no one in any way other than to insight boredom.

^_^

2006-04-23T01:22:00.000-07:00

I know that I can't possibly be alone in my love for music.
It affects me in a way that goes deeper than most else I have come into contact with, evoking thought, emotion, and sharper senses.
Music floods my veins in such a way that it is more vital to me than the blood it has replaced.
I don't think anything will ever change this, short of outright death.

Having said that, I'll continue with these lyrics. ^_^

They are in order of my very random playlist - I simply chose what popped up and typed out the lyrics. . .

Tantric
After We Go

Do you know how we got right here
Is it something we probably asked for
All the answers are not quite clear
but the question is one that you can't ignore

We walk around like we don't live with consequence
And still believing what we do is right
So how's it feel to run and hide for your defense
You're not the only one to face the fight

It's been a long time
Believe it or not
We've got a strong mind
But we never remember to use it
Something tells me that we've got to be suffering
After seein' everything I can't believe we still don't know
What it is that we think we're searching for

After we go
It seems the same mistakes will carry on
That's what we get for giving up

I don't know how long this will last
But I will keep on pushing
I've gotta make all the time that has passed
Turn into reasons to get me through it

We walk around like we don't live with consequence
And still believing what we do is right
So how's it feel to run and hide for your defense
You're not the only one to face the fight

It's been a long time
Believe it or not
We've got a strong mind
But we never remember to use it
Something tells me that we've got to be suffering
After seein' everything I can't believe we still don't know
What it is that we think we're searching for

After we go
It seems the same mistakes will carry on
That's what we get for giving up
But until then
We have to realize there's more to it
Than we could ever see there was

A Dozen Furies
By Any Means

I'm feeling
"Why try anymore?"

The ice is broken
The page is open now
For all the world to see
We've scratched the surface
For what it's worth
We've beaten odds
Against our ways

By any means
We are the ones who want to be
On our own (waste deep in need)
By any means
We're all aboard
The destination's unknown
We're chasing the day

We've raised our standards
We've questioned answers from
The one's who brought us up
We've braced ourselves so
It's getting old to hear
The things that matter most

Never coming down

Stumble out of the dark
To find what's in the light is not so
Appealing anymore
What we ask for might not be so
Appealing anymore

Deftones
Hexagram

Paint the streets in white
Death is the standard breach for a complex prize
I think it's sweet of you and your parents are proud
But I would expect if from anyone now to protect life's
Indigenous sound

Worship, play, play
Worship, play, worship, play///Worship-Worship///
Play and worship, play, play
Play and worship, play///Worship-Worship///

How the streets they swell
While the animals make their way through the crowds
If you keep listening you can hear if for miles
And trust everyone quicker with every faint smile

And the crowd goes wild
And the camera makes you seasick
God it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
And the car bomb hits quick click, click, click, faind smile

It's the same sound. . . It's the same, same . . . sound. . .

And the crowd goes wild and the camera makes you seasick
God it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sounds
It's the same sound

With the same sound. . .Hexagram

Tool
Stinkfist

Something has to change.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I would not want you any other way

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe to feel to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

Tool
Lateralus

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing
separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see there is so much more
And beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing
Separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to
step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired,
to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity
and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground
I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or

what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going...

Stutterfly
Gun in Hand
(Original Version)

Spend a lifetime
Trying to understand
Spend a lifetime
(You want it? You got it. You feel it? Gun in hand.)
Trying to understand
(You want it? You got it. You feel it? Gun in hand.)
Why, you reason, with a gun in hand?
(You want it? You got it. You feel it? Gun in hand.)
With a gun in hand.

What
What was so bad
What had he done
To make you return
This time with a gun?

Intimidation growing bigger.
What the hell made you pull the trigger?

Spend a lifetime
Trying to understand
Spend a lifetime
(You want it? You got it. You feel it? Gun in hand.)
Trying to understand(
(You want it? You got it. You feel it? Gun in hand.)
Why, you reason, with a gun in hand?
(You want it? You got it. You feel it? Gun in hand.)
With a gun in hand.

Thought
Thought this all through,
Thought it might be fun.
Shot in the head, to show everyone

Intimidation growing bigger.
What the hell made you pull the trigger?

[...]

Held, in his friend's arms.
Blood, on his face.
Hole, in his head,
gripped by deaths' embrace.
In his embrace.

Held, in his friend's arms
Blood leaked down his face.

[Life leaked away.]

Dillinger Escape Plan
Unretrofied

Is the can half diseased
Or is the disease half canned
And is the man half machine
Or is the machine half man
I'm unretrofied for you

I'll just fake it
In the end
Just save it for a new song
and leave dead
In the end

Time is wasted
In the end
Wood paneled wagon
Carpool dragons
Killing me again

Now they're looting our holes
Until there is nothing left
Calloused intentions it seems,
Coward's invention at best
I'm unretrofied for you

Jesus can't play the music
Cause he's nailed to the cross
And over gnawed off feet I find
That I can't walk
I can't even walk
We're all dead

Norma Jean
I Used to Hate Cell Phones, But Now I Hate Car Accidents

Run far away from what you have created.
You have created this drama.
Dancing around the truth.
My God rain down power.
My God rain down fire.
War.
With these diamonds you cut your throat.
Code red.
Cut throat victim.
The outside looks so good.
It is so simple and yet they don't find.
It is so simple and yet they don't mind.
The tradegy is the ignorance behind the clean casket.
On the outside they look so good.
They are walking to wall street in a straight jacket.

Fear Before the March of Flames
Fashion Tips Baby

You can't make me go outside
The trees are vicious
The winds speak lies
Summer's arms say "rain tonight"
On horseback through it
I coughed to stay alive

I first fought the knife that brought life to
Skin was stretched and rules were made
Scalpel pushed and pulled

Now I kneel in shame
Terrors of the night
Waiting her to scream at night
Awkward desire to taste her
Take her outside
Make her make me

I put her on her back
And sewed diamonds into her eyes
She can see me better now
And I can love her again

So easily you fashion the words crime as her dress slips down around her ankles

Nirvana
Sappy

And if you save yourself
You will make him happy

He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy
Now

You're really in a laundry room (x2)
Conclusion came to you
Ahh

And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy
Now

You're really in a laundry room
(x2)Conclusion came to you
Ahh

And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will think you're happy
You'll wallow in your shit
Then you'll think you're happy
Now

You're in a laundry room
(x3)Conclusion came to you
Ahh

Presidents of the USA
Kitty

Meow meow meow meow meow meow
Meow meow
Meow meow
Little bag a bones been out all night
You hear him scratchin’ at the screen door
Can you hear him scratchin’ at the screen door
Little bag a bones been out all nightHe needs some pettin’ and lovin’ on his head
He needs some pettin’ and lovin’ on his rain soaked hide
He’s circlin’ around my ankle
He’s circlin’ around my ankle
He needs some pettin’ and lovin’ on his hide
Hey kitty won’t you come inside
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Meow meow meow meow meow meow
Meow meow
Meow meow
A pussy purrin’ and lookin’ so satisfied
A pussy purrin’ and lookin’ so satisfied
Lost in his little yellow round eye
Lost in his yellow round eye
Pussy purrin’ and lookin’ so satisfied
Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Fuck you kitty you’re gonna to spend the night
Fuck you kitty you’re gonna to spend the night
Fuck you kitty you’re gonna to spend the night OUTSIDE
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Touch it
I want to touch it
I wanna touch it
I wanna touch it
I wanna touch it
Wanna touch it
I wanna touch it
Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty touch it
Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty touch it
Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it

Presidents of the USA
Naked and Famous

I can’t explain glacial motion
Or why los angeles don’t drop into the ocean
I can’t unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history
’cuz those lucky suckers they don’t have to work
Big 3D billboards and big 30 foot smurfs

And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me
I’m naked and famous

I met a poet said she didn’t like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a dj who lived in seclusion
reality and sobriety were her only delusions

And those lucky bastards they don’t have to work
Big 3D billboards and big 30 foot smurfs

And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me
I’m naked and famous
Woo uh hoo hoo hoo
Wow ah hoo hoo hoo

Well don’t get a nosebleed don’t get upset
We can’t be naked and famous just yet
There’s a big gold dollar sign on the sunset strip
And you can send your friend a postcard
it ain’t worth the trip

Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me
I’m naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me
I’m naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me
I’m naked
Wow wow yeah
Ah hoo hoo hoo
Whoo

Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me
I’m naked and famous

And on that note. . .

Catch you laters

2006-04-11T22:09:00.001-07:00

Right Where It Belongs

Nine Inch Nails

See the animal in his cage that you built,

Are you sure what side you're on?

Better not look him too closely in the eye,

Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?

See the safety of the life you have built,

Everything where it belongs.

Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,

And it's all,

Right where it belongs.

What if everything around you,

Isn't quite as it seems?

What if all the world you think you know,

Is an elaborate dream?

And if you look at your reflection,

Is that all you want to be?

What if you could look right through the cracks,

Would you find yourself,

Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head,

Just creations of your own?

Your Devils and your Gods,

All the living and the dead,

And you're really all alone?

You can live in this illusion,

You can choose to believe.

You keep looking but you can't find the words,

Now you're hiding in retreat.

What if everything around you,

Isn't quite as it seems?

What if all the world you used to know,

Is an elaborate dream?

And if you look at your relection,

Is that all you want to be?

What if you could look right through the cracks,

Would you find yourself,

Find yourself afraid to see?

2006-04-11T22:02:00.000-07:00

On the Subject of Religion.

Most religions agree upon the worship of a supreme God (or Gods) who/that created the universe and demands of His people high moral standards of behavior.

In the name of this one God and our "high moral standards," the devout of all religions have slaughtered one another for centuries.

Everyone calls for this spiral of slaughter to "Stop! In the name of God!"

It never stops, nor will it ever.

"Peace" is but a temporary cease-fire during which the various sides reload and try to pull the semi-neutral parties onto their side of the eternal fray.

How can we account for this persistence of the endless slaughter of the children of God in the name of a loving God who demands the end of slaughter?

Comfortably, it always seems to turn out.

It's the difference between the "true religion of the one God" fighting against the "evil heathens of the false God."

Of course, ours must be the former, whereas theirs is the latter. But how do you think 'they' see it? I doubt that they consider themselves heathens. . .They wouldn't continue to fight if they believed they were in the wrong.

The basic, unrelenting "I'm right, you're wrong, and nothing you have to say will ever change my mind" mentality keeps us going strong, chopping each other to pices in order to prove our superiority and force our religion onto those weaker, those heathens.

It's true throughout history and from all sides toward the middle -

We are all someone else's heretic.

Is there a one-religion race in another galaxy where aliens know God and celebrate the universe in some way other than trying to destroy it?

Not if 'God' made them like us.

As is, Religion in itself is almost solely for comfort. People, by nature, fear the unknown and desire the reassurance that religion has to offer. Who really wants to believe that we're completely alone, that we have no purpose, and that, after we die, all that happens is our carcass rots away to dust? With religion, all is explained away as God's will.

A beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world , nothing is then left to chance (an unpleasant and uncontrollable variable that people do not tend to enjoy) . . . or change (unliked for much the same reason that change is rejected). Once such incantatory phrases as "mysterious are the ways He chooses His wonders to perform" are mastered, logic can be happily tossed out the window, and no looking back. Religious mania is one of the few infallible ways of responding to the world's vagaries because it totally eliminates pure accident. To the true religious maniac, it's all on purpose.

Religion also offers most a feeling of superiority, as with the, "I'm right, you're wrong, my God said so." People look for footholds, trampling all over each other in the hopes of winding up higher in society. Religion taps that need. "I believe in God, I am righteous, I am better than you." Certainly, this is often not the mentality of the truly devout, but for others, it can be a common theme.

Another thing, people are able to justify themselves through religion. For example, war and killing men is justified - crusades, jihads, etc. Killing people is okay, as long as it's in the name of your God. In fact, anything in the name of God is perfectly acceptable; racism, hatred, you name it. It's okay if it's for God.

My final point is that religion gives one a sense of belonging. Nearly everyone has a religion in some form, even if it is strictly unobserved. They simply feel better having it, for times of need, justification, and hardship. Being completely atheistic is an oddity.

People are afraid of not conforming to the standards of our society, which contains religion as well. Preferably Christian or Catholic, but "I suppose as long as you believe in something."
The religious are able to look down upon those without a religion (because, you know, it's justified) and no one really likes to be patronized.

It's simply that much easier to ignore your doubts, at least outwardly, and except the set of beliefs that is handed to you on a silver platter. Comfort? Belonging? Contentment? And no need for personal thought? Oh yes, I'm in. Let's join a religion. Pay money to cleanse me of my sins? I never thought life could be this easy.

The Bible, for a common example, is a complete history of the human race, a detailed framework of "no-nos" and the things that will get you right into Heaven. Morals Made Easy, A Book of Steps to Your Salvation.

No doubt that the set of morals is decent, and, for the most part, respectable enough. However, I believe that one's intent is as important as their actions. It disturbs me somewhat to think of people doing good things, then holding out their hands like children and saying, "gimmie gimme GIMME. I did my part, now where's my salvation?!" No one does good for good, so the Bible, religion, offers you an m&m for good behavior.

In closing, I think that the thing that really bothers me is that people do not do religion for the sake of religion, but for their own personal gain. Youth group could be termed 'social night' and no one could argue. We do it because our friends do it, because it's expected, because we feel better about ourselves for it. Religion is greedy and the religious egotistical.

Justification, comfort, contentment at the cost of individuality and thought for one's self.

(I'll probably add to this later. . .I don't feel it's very comprehensive yet.)

Thanks for listening.

So. This is a blog. looks around Exciting.

2006-04-02T22:43:00.000-07:00

Hi, I'm me. Nice to me you.
I have this thingy because I [heart] Tabbers ^.^
[& I can't post random words of encouragement/'wisdom' on her blogthing unless I have a blogthing of me own, whatever sense that makes]

Things you can expect to see on my [blogthing]:
Anything
[but not]
everything.
Lyrics, thoughts, calculated randomness, rants, whines, pinecones, etc.
Not that any of it will be worth reading, but it will at least amuse me.

.:such a classic excuse:.

Propoganda

So. This is a blog. *looks around* Exciting.

So. This is a blog. looks around Exciting.