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what's your Favorite song from the 90's for the lyrics?
Probably be something from five for fighting. I love that guy's lyrics.
After I heard System of a Down, I thought, I'm actually alive to hear the sh**iest band ever. Of all the bands that have gone before and all the bands that'll be in the future, I was around when the worst was around - Noel Gallagher
"so this is odd a painfull realisation that all has gone wrong and nobody cares at all
so you buried all your lovers clothes and burnt the letters lover wrote but it doesnt make it any better does it make it any better and the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade
so this is strange a side stepping has come to be a brillant dance where no body leads at all
and the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is defening and keeping you from sleep and breathing is a foreign task and thinkings just too much to ask and your mesuring your minutes by a clock thats blink eights
well this is incredible starving insatiable yes this is love for the first time well you liked to think that you were invincible well wernt we all once before we felt loss for the first time well this is the last time this is the last time this is the last time "
i think one of the best things about the song is the way he repeats "this is the last time" several times over at the end implying that though everytime you think its the last time its going to happen again and again ...well atleast thats what i read from it
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- Fender Tom Delonge Stratocaster( currently deciding on replacement Pickups)
I'll play Bacchus for the evening, Pray, be seated, take your places Should my manna seem displeasing, Offend your airs and graces, I've a list long as your arm, (The connoisseur's selection) Such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms, Awaiting your inspection
The bubbles burst - this ain't sham-pain I've watched hopes wither on the vine The fruits of labours toiled in vain I reap sour grapes at harvest time.
Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it I'll borrow My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs
Here's one for the road - afore ye go Drink deep sweet lads and lasses Those blighted crops you gladly sow Shall one day fill your glasses Brood for decades - pure hate distilled Then bottled up much longer Revenge - a draught I'll serve you chilled, When time has made it stronger
Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet Laments ferment the patience schnapps Cask full of mulled futile dismay My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps
Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine
Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it iI'll borrow My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs
Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine
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I guess not too many people are really going to identify this artist as a 90's touchstone but he did put out about a zillion albums during the decade. I'm talking about John Darnielle; aka the Mountain Goats. In my opinion, the finest lyricist I've yet encountered. To truly understand their beauty one has to hear them married to the actual music but I'll post a few choice offerings from his 90's catelog.
streak the windows. smear the walls with coconut oil, yeah. fill a cast iron kettle with water and magnolia blossom. let it boil. let the water roll. let the fire take its toll. i'm coming home. i'm coming home.
dust off the idols. give them something to eat. i think they're hungry. i know i'm starving half to death.
i know you're waiting. i know you've been waiting for a long long time. and i'm coming home. i'm coming home.
set the table. those three extra places -- one for me, one for your doubts, and one for god.
let the incense burn in every room. feel the fullness of time in the empty tomb. feel the future kicking in your womb. i'm coming home. i'm coming home.
Weekend in Western Illinois
the land's opening up like a blanket, and the dandelions spread themselves thickly out along the fields, which are, evidently, endless; and we are hotly in love with one another. we've got an unquenchable thirst in our throats. we are, for some reason, all the time, bleeding, and we are friendless.
but we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in galesburg -- because they seem to know something nobody else knows. it is written on the smiles on their faces, and it rings in their high young voices and we are burning up all of our choices up here where the tall grass grows, up here in galesburg.
the sky's opening up like an old wound, and the rain on our bodies is warm tonight and the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking thunder. and we can taste fresh blood in our mouths again: there is no chance of getting enough of it, and we tally up all our possessions, and we're going under.
but we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in galesburg as the new season rocks them in its terrible arms. yeah they howl as though the world were ending, and we are watching the sky unwinding and some of our promises were binding up here where our dreams take form up here in galesburg.
In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection...