BallsToTheWall: One Week Off

AngelofDeath 03.05.12	You should come up here, bum-fucker.
KILL 03.05.12	Ah, The Trees. The song makes me think of the Kurt Vonnegut short story "Harrison Bergeron", which presents a world where absolutely social equality is enforced by crippling those with special abilities so they are at the same level as the lowest common denominator. It's essentially a clever retelling of the "tall poppy syndrome", where people want to cut people with more money, talent, better looks, or whatever, down to size. I'm not sure if at the end the maples have arranged to have the oaks literally cut down to size, or if the maples' agitations have led to the whole forest being clear cut, but either way it's a clever jibe at those who nurse resentments and want to bring down those above them in some way.
KILL 03.05.12	Ah, The Fountain of Lamneth. The idea that this song is about a person's life cycle is interesting. Still, anyone with familiarity with LSD will attest that this song has a psychedelic interpretation. "(eyes) are open very wide" refers to the large pupils of an LSD taker. The "no one at the bridge" part tells of the horrors of a bad trip. "Panacea" relates the blessing of a good trip. "Have I left my life behind" refers to the feeling during a trip that the tripper has "died" and been resurrected. The beginning and end parts pertain to the "I AM THAT I AM" god-definition of "yahweh", a solipsistic experience of godhood that psychedelic-takers and religious mystics have. There is zero chance that this song has no psychedelic connotations.
BallsToTheWall 03.05.12	So far I have not shot myself as my uncle Douglas did. I bought an automatic and almost took the step, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of horror are lessening, and I feel queerly drawn toward the unknown sea-deeps instead of fearing them. I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror. I do not believe I need to wait for the full change as most have waited. If I did, my father would probably shut me up in a sanitarium as my poor little cousin is shut up. Stupendous and unheard-of splendours await me below, and I shall seek them soon. Iä-R’lyeh! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä! No, I shall not shoot myself—I cannot be made to shoot myself! I shall plan my cousin’s escape from that Canton madhouse, and together we shall go to marvel-shadowed Innsmouth. We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many-columned Y’ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.
KILL 03.05.12	I remember reading the short story "A Nice Morning Drive" that inspired Red Barchetta many years ago. It was published in one of the auto magazines (can't remember if it was Car & Driver or Road & Track) in the early 1970s where governmental controls over vehicle safety had evolved into massive "Modern Safety Vehicles" (MSVs), or "behemoths", that were capable of withstanding an impact of 50 mph without injury being suffered by the driver or passengers. As a result, the drivers of MSVs would crash into older, smaller cars for fun, because they knew that it wouldn't cause their vehicle any harm. The older car in the story was an MGB instead of a Ferrari however.
jdennis31 03.05.12	...Look at this photograph, everytime I do it makes me laugh. How did our eyes get so red? And what the hell is on Joey's head?! And this is where I grew up, I think the present owner fixed it up. I never knew we'd ever went without, the second floor is hard for sneaking out. And this is where I went to school. Most of the time had better things to do. Criminal record says I broke in twice, I must have done it half a dozen times. I wonder if it's too late, should i go back and try to graduate? Life's better now than it was back then. If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Inveigh 03.05.12	Waffle House is in the top 3 restaurants I miss from living in Atlanta
KILL 03.05.12	Tears is about someone who has had enormous emotional/existential struggles ("all of the seasons, all of the days..." for what seems like their whole life ("a lifetime of questions"), has always sought genuine understanding and empathy ("eyes that know why"), but has never found it. They feel totally alone in the world. What I can't figure out is, when they see that the other person has cried for them, do they realize that that person truly understands what they're going through? The ending "I tasted the answers / and my body was weak / for you / the truth" seems to indicate that; but the part about "what would touch me deeper ... eyes that only cry ... or eyes that know why" might mean that they don't feel genuinely understood by the other person. On a more intuitive level, this song made me imagine a grievous, emotionally draining relationship between two people. Perhaps they are so attached that it causes them great pain, or they desperately need each other but often wind up fighting. But in the pain they find great meaning; it proves how significant their relationship is. In the music you can hear the weakness the singer feels after being consumed by years of pain. I think it's beautiful how the music captures that feeling so poignantly.
BallsToTheWall 03.05.12	She licked her lips again and slightly bit her bottom lip (I don’t even know if she was aware of doing it) She slowly pulled my cock down into the bathing suit and got the head in. My hands gripped the bed sheets hard trying to keep it together. She started a stroking motion on my cock as she maneuvered it inside inch by inch. It was clearly in the trunks now but she continued to stroke it. My grip on the bed sheets was now shaking.
jdennis31 03.05.12	^---------------lololol
BallsToTheWall 03.05.12	My reputation is the same its been and I don't care what happens I read the book so I know the end I've probably said too much But I've never felt more accomplished I'm losing sleep I'm losing friends I've got a love hate love With the city I'm in I'll count the hours Having just one wish If I'm doing fine There's no point to this.
Maniac! 03.05.12	I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just the business I'm in, yeah This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry on But I digress I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking) But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter) At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like heaps of cars*, No, more like p-p-p-parties This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This bandwagon's full Please, catch another I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate Yeahh… Whoa-ohh All the boys who the dance floor didn't love And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough Sing, until your lungs give out This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Now you) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Wear out the groove) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Sing out loud) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Oh, oh) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate
Maniac! 03.05.12	lololololol
BallsToTheWall 03.05.12	I hope life treats you kind And I hope you have all you've dreamed of. And I wish to you, joy and happiness. But above all this, I wish you love. And I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I, I will always love you. You, darling, I love you. Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.
Maniac! 03.05.12	Miles away the dead are left Quarantined contain the death Brought to man a gift from hell Infectious blood devours all Filtered through Your blood it flows Your icy corpse frozen glance Rapid spreading unrelenting plague We`re sucked into its realm Infected flesh... peels Falls to the ground... rots Rots in the heat... burns Burns away Vomit blood into Your hands Hemorrhaging internally Organs breaking through Your skin Slow decay from within Silent screams are never heard Echo through the fields of dead Doomed to face a painful end Alone to die where You fall Bodies now are thrown Onto a pile, decay Infect the populace All behold the dead Rest eternally Now condemned to die Eradicates our race Ablaze in fire, corpses burn Upon a mound of flesh Cleansed in flames, this rampant plague Crimson blood so pure Infected flesh... peels Falls to the ground... rots Rots in the heat... burns Burns away
BallsToTheWall 03.05.12	You just drank a bottle of fuckin wine, THAT, IS FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL TO ME YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!
jdennis31 03.05.12	I think I saw you in my sleep, darling. I think I saw you in my dreams, you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep, I think I saw you in my sleep. Oh, I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams, you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep, I think I saw you in my sleep. I thought I heard the door open, oh no. Thought I heard the door open, but I only heard it close. I thought I heard a plane crashing, but now I think it was your passion snapping. I think you saw me confronting my fear, it went up with the bottle and down with the beer. And I think you oughta stay away from here, there are ghosts in the walls and they crawl in your head through your ear. I think I saw you in my sleep, lover, I think I saw you in my dreams, you were stitching up the seams, on every mangled promise that your body couldn't keep I think I saw you in my sleep.
KILL 03.05.12	FUCK THE WORLD, FOR ALL IT'S WORTH, EVERY INCH OF PLANET EARTH, FUCK MYSELF, DON'T LEAVE ME OUT, DON'T GET INVOLVED, DON'T CORNER ME INSIDE, ULCER, UNJUST BASTARDS, FILE OUT FACE FIRST MEET THE LIES AND SEE WHAT YOU ARE IT'S FORCING YOU DOWN, AND IT'S GRINDING AGAINST YOU LET THE WAR NERVE BREAK FOR EVERY FUCKING SECOND THE PATHETIC MEDIA PISSES ON ME AND JUDGES WHAT I AM IN ONE PARAGRAPH - LOOK HERE - FUCK YOU ALL EXPECT THE WORSE, YOU BLEEDING HEART, BUT KILL ME FIRST BEFORE IT STARTS, YES MY COCK IS GETTING HARD, WE ARE BORN DIFFERENT AFTER ALL INVITE MAYHEM, PRODUCE WEAPONS, SHOOT OUT, BURN DOWN NO CNN OR MEDIA NOW IT'S FORCING YOU DOWN, AND IT'S GRINDING AGAINST YOU LET THE WAR NERVE BREAK ALL THE MONEY IN THE FUCKING WORLD COULDN'T BUY ME A SECOND OF TRUST OR ONE OUNCE OF FAITH IN ANYTHING YOU'RE ABOUT FUCK YOU ALL NOTHING IS WORTH THE SLEEP THAT I'VE LOST APOLOGIES UNACCEPTABLE NOW A BLISTERED REVENGE AWAITS IN ME THIS IS FUCKING LOVELESS HATE HATE MAIL IS NOT READ, IN JAIL INSTEAD HATE THE LORD KNOWS, THERE'S WORSE IGNORE, THIS CURSE HATE
BallsToTheWall 03.05.12	Over there in Norway, the churches all burn down Let's go dress in goth clothes and get painted like a clown Awesome leather armbands with spikes like two feet long Hair is parted down the middle, frowning like a frog In league with the devil, talking Satan, skulls and hell Making mommy mad, cause that's original If you hate good music, then it can't hurt to go Image-conscious assholes, black metal fashion show I hope that you get hit by a bus. Why? Black metal sucks Careful not to smear your makeup You suck goth clothes and frowns, just like we discussed Black metal sucks Auuuuuuuuuugh What? You suck Blacke Foryst of Despayr, taking photos of the band Put 'em up on myspace you're the envy of the land Posing with a battleaxe and grimacing with hate When you're done with this, figure skating at the lake The music is best, it's got the hardest metal sound Quickly riffing on one note is certain to astound Dimly echoed drumming and some goat heads to distract From the terrible screeching that you pass off as your act I wish your black clothes would combust. Why? Black metal sucks You know what dude, you look like a schmuck You suck Singer sounds like a wounded duck Black metal sucks I'd rather listen to... us You suck You know how I know you look like a fool? Lich King rules We're the best band and we're super cool We rule Straight from the 80's and we're old school Lich King rules Running out of rhymes, so wading pool Thrash is the rule
Tyrannic 03.05.12	(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ahYeah-ahahYeah-ah-ahYeah, yeah, yeah Seven a.m., waking up in the morning Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal Seein' everything, the time is goin' Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin' Gotta get down to the bus stop Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends) Kickin' in the front seat Sittin' in the back seat Gotta make my mind up Which seat can I take? It's Friday, Friday Gotta get down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend 7:45, we're drivin' on the highway Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly Fun, fun, think about fun You know what it is I got this, you got this My friend is by my right, ay I got this, you got this Now you know it Kickin' in the front seat Sittin' in the back seat Gotta make my mind up WHICH SEAT CAN I TAAAAAAKE It's Friday, Friday Gotta get down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend Friday, FridaY Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin') We-we-we so excited We so excited We gonna have a ball today Tomorrow is Saturday And Sunday comes after ... wards I don't want this weekend to end R-B, Rebecca Black So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat) In the back seat (In the back seat) I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah) Fast lanes, switchin' lanes Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!) (C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all It's Friday, Friday Gotta get down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend It's Friday, Friday Gotta get down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend Friday, Friday Gettin' down on Friday Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Partyin', partyin' (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Lookin' forward to the weekend
DotEight 03.05.12	What a coincidence I took this week off too.
Funeralopolis 03.05.12	I saw Lights live not too long ago it was a lot of fun.
DeafMetal 03.05.12	ya rollins is speaking in pittsburgh in a couple weeks, i kinda want to go
BallsToTheWall 03.05.12	Not sure if I can afford both these concerts. I'm betting that Lights will draw out some tail so that could be the advantage over Rollins. But it's fucking Rollins. Decisions.
Bloodhail 03.05.12	I’m fairly sure it’s a faux pas to compare a novel and a television show, but I mean it as a compliment to both when I say that Thomas Mallon’s new novel, “Watergate,” bears a certain resemblance to “The West Wing.” Like that much-loved NBC drama, “Watergate” shifts among various men and women — mostly men — working inside and outside the White House. Even when the action becomes convoluted, we’re propelled forward and kept highly entertained by the colorful characters, the delicious insider details, the intelligence of the dialogue.
mozambique 03.05.12	Wait now....hadn’t this all happened before? Traced back in years. Recalling the events, there was a venom in numerical tries. An autocrat in waitng,unknown to himself even....he started losing grip. The sangfroid hunchback that was held together by electric ligature, was always finding it harder and harder to stay alive, let alone make amends in the eye of his storms. This had happened before. On an opaque afternoon, fending for himself, in the wake of a mistake, Cerpin was caught on guard in the line of quarrelling fire. A closed can of inebriation had found its way between his own crosshairs striking him in the cranium. A class of migraine unto itself. Maybe he had asked for it? Maybe it was the excuse he needed to traverse the borderland of clairaudient dwellings. Through aneurysm vespers, in the cabinet were the means.To smithereens of an aching argument, he left the point of impact, yeah he left it for broke to medicate his wounds. Maybe he had made a mistake, but mistakes are what his dreams were made of. Supple and warm, came the covers over his body. That handful of morphine his mother left behind when she died sure came in handy. This was the hit that marked the beginning. In and out of reality for one week on end, his residency would live in infamy. It was here that they would first make contact with him, the autocrat in waiting, fighting to stay alive. He had been nominated.....tagged and placed within the high water flood of twisted necks, banging mainline swandivescold gizzard to the easing of his confusion.