Bottles and Bones, Califone What Sara Said, Death Cab for Cutie Fake Plastic Trees, Radiohead
Those come to mind as great, “poetry with music” songs, but there are many more.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Pink Floyd - Time
I was lucky to hear this words when I was young. I think they made me a little more conscious of how I live.
I heard them when I was a kid but being in a non-english speaking country, I didn’t understand them. When I could understand them, I didn’t “listen” to them (as in I didn’t pay attention), when I did start to actually listen to them, I was already old and it hit me in a not very positive way lol.
But hey, thats life.
I will never bow to you
Like you will never bleed for me
Rule number one in life
Never be the number two
I love the vibe of this lyric telling me to enjoy my ordinary life.
This is your life, it’s all been ordinary
Until you find all you’re worth
Then you find your life is all but something ordinary
And you’re longing for home
Your gonna find yourself at homeThe Buzzhorn - Ordinary
Maybe I will never be all the things that I want to be Now is not the time to cry Now’s the time to find out why
I was just listening to these guys this morning.
I absolutely love Oasis
The way they layer guitars is brilliant. The first 20 seconds of Roll With It are an example. Four different guitar sounds come in one after the other at 0, 7 and 20 seconds. At 20 seconds it’s both an acoustic and electric together. Pure class.
”en jaksa mutta jatkan / tämän yhden mäen vielä / sateen jälkeen täältä näkee kauas”
Vorna - Kauas
Don’t know exactly why, but this has always got to me, hits some spot nothing else prior ever had, and nothing else still has not since.
Translated to English, it’s something like:
“I have no will or energy, but I shall climb / this one last hill / after the rain you can see so far from here”
It doesn’t translate well, but something about it really resonates with me. I’ve lived with clinic depression for so long, and I’ve been so close to giving in, but always just choosing to climb that one last hill gives some perspective and after all these years… here I am.
I’m too tired to continue, but I’ll fight this one more fight before I fall to my eternal slumber. And after the fight, as the dust settles, the rains stop… well, the view is beautiful. The world is beautiful. But I’m tired… too tired to go on. So I shall only fight this one more fight before I get my peace. One last glance at the beauty. Ah, one more fight, but no more, and I’ll return back up this hill and this view shall be my last. But it’s so beautiful. Only one more fight, and… And so on and so on.
It just feels like I belong in those words.
And I’m not dead yet so I guess I’ll be alright
In “Way less sad” by AJR
This world, it turns on the thought of you dead.
- local H, misanthrope.
If you want, a second to breathe, I’ll give you all of my love, give you all that you need
- Sjowgren, seventeen
That question is too hard, so I will just answer with the latest lyrics I brought up to anyone - was listening to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, not a lyrical powerhouse. But the very beginning is one of the best beginnings -
“And I’d give up forever to touch you” is such a strong opening.
Usually for me it’s more a combination of the lyrics and delivery, not just the words.
“Calling all friends and people I met on the way down
Calling all friends and people I don’t even know
Calling on high I want to believe there’s a way now
I’m too tired to pretend I don’t want to be alone”- Low Stars
I like to remind myself it’s ok to reach out for a connection to other people.
- Low Stars
Let the products sell themselves
Fuck advertising commercial psychology
Psychological methods to sell should be destroyed
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But our land isn’t free
So I work my youth away
In the place of a machine
I refuse to be a slave
Shit from an old notebook and This ain’t no picnic both by minutemen
Will nicht immer alles müssen was ich kann Eine Hand in den Sternen, die andere bietet Getränke an. Ich kann mit allen zehn Füßen in zwanzig Türen Und mit dem elften in der Nase Ballette aufführen
Aber wenn ich könnte wie ich wollte würd ich gar nichts wollen. Ich weiß aber das alle etwas wollen sollen.Wir sind Helden
Translation:
I don’t always want to have to what I can
One hand in the stars the other one is offering drinks
I can stand with all my ten feet in twenty doors
And with the eleventh up my nose I can perform balletts
But if I could how I wanted, I wouldn’t want anything. Though, I know that everybody has to want something.Between the Bars by Elliott Smith is a beautiful but sad song about alcohol addiction. These lyrics about how it robs you of potential while at the same time making you feel like anything is possible really hit home for me.
Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won’t but you might
The potential you’ll be
That you’ll never see
The promises you’ll only make
And on a more serious note, really the whole song, but here’s the refrain, with my amateur translation. I’m not a native English speaker, so the question marks mark the parts that I leave to your interpretation.
世界で一つの 輝く光になれ
私でいい
私を信じてゆくのさ
遠回りしても 守るべき道を行け
私でいい
私の歩幅で生きてくのさBecome a shining light in this world
I’m good enough
I’m going to start believing in myself
Walk the way that I know I should stay true to, even if it takes me on detours
I’m good enough
I’m going to start living with my paceBeautiful, by Superfly
I’ve been living with recidivating depression for a few years now and this song helps.
Wash it down the drain
Down the drain
Wash your smile down
(Yeah!)
Wash it down the drain
Please
Like animals, destined for fuel or observance
Our role is clear, never stray far from the path
Everything has an end
Everything has an end
Everything must have an end
But what am I supposed to say?
(What am I supposed to say?)
Oh, sorry, I guess I forgot
You think you could tell me again?
(Please, I don’t remember)
What am I supposed to think?
(What am I supposed to think?)
What am I supposed to feel?
(What am I supposed to feel?)
There’s no feeling in this place
The echoes of the past speak louder than
Any voice I hear right now
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There’s no feeling in this place
There’s no feeling in this place
Feeling in this place
What did you expect?
That we would never leave home, that we would never leave?
What did you expect?
That we would never leave home?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
That we would never leave?
What did you expect from us?
We’re murderers
Murderers and liars and rapists and thieves
You should never put your trust in any of us
There is nothing to gain from this interference
Don’t you ever try to be
More than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There’s no feeling in this place
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right nowWow. That could apply to a lot of people or nations at the moment.
When the screaming and thrashing subsides into the melodic, I feel a great sense of euphoria and reassurance wash over me. It certainly does apply to the world at large right now…
