Jonathan Davis on the other hand is also one of my personal favorites. Actually he was my favorite in high school. What I like about JD is his way of pouring out his angst in his songs. He lets his heart sing for him and let his emotions do the talking regardless of the profanity in his words. His bluntness is manifested in his songs, most people prefer painting flowers, but he would rather draw his pain and angst. That’s what makes him special.
While browsing youtube, I came across this mashup – (well I’ve heard of this song years ago, but never really paid much attention, until now. I really love how they mixed “Make Me Bad – koRn and In Between Days – the Cure”.
It started with a wicked intro using acoustic guitars and some percussions. I know the original song Make me Bad and it didn't sound like it. I mean, Heavy metal acoustic? woah!
I am watching the rise and fall of my salvation
There's so much s___t around me
such a lack of compassion
I thought it would be fun and games (It would be fun and games)
Instead, It's all the same (It's all the same)
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you
There's so much s___t around me
such a lack of compassion
I thought it would be fun and games (It would be fun and games)
Instead, It's all the same (It's all the same)
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made me bad
As if I can feel the depression haunting him. Depression is so fudging painful and I do not wish it on anyone. The song brings out the desperation and if you listen closely, you can almost hear his soul crying. The heavy burden he is carrying is being synchronized with the down stroke strumming of the guitars. Most of it, if you have keenly noticed were breaks, and there's no continuity until the refrain part– it’s like, the listener is being held down so as not to feel anything except the pain that a person feels.
I am imagining myself as the song progresses to the refrain part. My mind is getting filled with thoughts, my stomach churning and my mind is starting to feel the suspense on how the notes will be transposed (or I was anticipating a magical transposition of the song). It was like a wave, where I feel better then sad again, and better still.
Then I feel the reason leaving me as he started singing the ‘reason’ part. I feel you, we are both lost in your music. I do feel the pain, and normally, when people causes me pain, I just cower in a corner and bask in my music. But I do know that I need to calm down and prevent myself from doing something stupid. My Anger management perhaps is a result of how I grew up with nothing but my songs and my thoughts. I still feel like I am that kid inside me, adrenaline rushes, anger seeps in, but reason still has the final say. Better stop before damage is done. I am a fixer not a destroyer.(and I need to keep on telling myself that.)
Then here comes the part where Robert Smith sang his “In Between Days”. Another epic song from this British Band: The Cure. I knew right then and there that it was this song as the piano started playing the classic IBD intro. (Though it sounded so hollow, slower and sadder than the original song)
Yesterday i got so old
I felt like i could die
Yesterday i got so old
It made me want to cry
Go on go on
Just walk away
Go on go on
Your choice is made
Go on go on
And disappear
Go on go on
Away from here
And know i was wrong
When i said it was true
That couldn't be me and be her
In between without you
Without you
Goodbyes and letting go, even the hardcore rockers feel its tragedy. I am not saying I am a rocker, all I’m saying is that my preference with music is very weird as to how people would see it. I find pop songs too boring for me as I prefer to listen to songs with poetry and tragedy. Of course, psychology once more will define me as a depressive SOB or the society will tell me that there’s something’s wrong with me. But is there really wrong with one’s preference? Yes they will say as they want people to be boxed up. anyway, If this is their way of wanting me to be ‘straightened’ up, I am sorry but I won’t give up my preference in music. I can give up and sacrifice anything but not music.
So in this moment, when all you’re doing is sitting playing your piano and asking yourself about anything and everything, it’s hard to understand and analyze the fudge why it all exists, I do these because I have to. I mean, this is me. It pains to be me – it pains to feel and think too much but it’s like I can’t stop it. Though in a very strange and psychotic way, it makes me feel at home. Home: something that I’ve been longing for all my life. I feel comfortable with my music, my thoughts and my emotions. But I understand that I have to end my madness, I will be giving it a visit once in a while and I must not stay too long or else I might get stucked to it. I need to “go on and go away from here”
Yesterday i got so scared
I shivered like a child
Yesterday away from you
It froze me deep inside
Come back come back
Don't walk away
Come back come back
Come back today
Come back come back
Why can't you see?
Come back come back
Come back to me
And i know i was wrong
When i said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
In between without you
Without you
I am perhaps deceived by my reason. I used to play with fire and knives – I love sharp ‘things’ – those ideas that most people shy away from. This is my way of not wanting to live a mundane existence, most of my time is spent on thinking about simple and obscure things where I enjoy the semblance of learning. I am curious because I have to learn and I have to write what I learned. I will be writing more than ever now as this would be my only outlet in sharing what I learned. It’s like my way of lecturing. That’s my only intent, to write and share life learning. All my writings are intended for the love of the craft and all are filled without any malice or cruel intentions, and that makes this blog BORING but TRUE.
All I wanna do is look for you
I need a fix you need it to
Just to get some sort of attention, attention
What does it mean to you? (What does it mean to you?)
For me, It's something I just do (I just do)
I want something
I need to feel the sickness in you
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made me bad
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made me bad
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made me bad
As if I can feel the depression haunting him. Depression is so fudging painful and I do not wish it on anyone. The song brings out the desperation and if you listen closely, you can almost hear his soul crying. The heavy burden he is carrying is being synchronized with the down stroke strumming of the guitars. Most of it, if you have keenly noticed were breaks, and there's no continuity until the refrain part– it’s like, the listener is being held down so as not to feel anything except the pain that a person feels.
I am imagining myself as the song progresses to the refrain part. My mind is getting filled with thoughts, my stomach churning and my mind is starting to feel the suspense on how the notes will be transposed (or I was anticipating a magical transposition of the song). It was like a wave, where I feel better then sad again, and better still.
Then I feel the reason leaving me as he started singing the ‘reason’ part. I feel you, we are both lost in your music. I do feel the pain, and normally, when people causes me pain, I just cower in a corner and bask in my music. But I do know that I need to calm down and prevent myself from doing something stupid. My Anger management perhaps is a result of how I grew up with nothing but my songs and my thoughts. I still feel like I am that kid inside me, adrenaline rushes, anger seeps in, but reason still has the final say. Better stop before damage is done. I am a fixer not a destroyer.(and I need to keep on telling myself that.)
Then here comes the part where Robert Smith sang his “In Between Days”. Another epic song from this British Band: The Cure. I knew right then and there that it was this song as the piano started playing the classic IBD intro. (Though it sounded so hollow, slower and sadder than the original song)
Yesterday i got so old
I felt like i could die
Yesterday i got so old
It made me want to cry
Go on go on
Just walk away
Go on go on
Your choice is made
Go on go on
And disappear
Go on go on
Away from here
And know i was wrong
When i said it was true
That couldn't be me and be her
In between without you
Without you
Goodbyes and letting go, even the hardcore rockers feel its tragedy. I am not saying I am a rocker, all I’m saying is that my preference with music is very weird as to how people would see it. I find pop songs too boring for me as I prefer to listen to songs with poetry and tragedy. Of course, psychology once more will define me as a depressive SOB or the society will tell me that there’s something’s wrong with me. But is there really wrong with one’s preference? Yes they will say as they want people to be boxed up. anyway, If this is their way of wanting me to be ‘straightened’ up, I am sorry but I won’t give up my preference in music. I can give up and sacrifice anything but not music.
So in this moment, when all you’re doing is sitting playing your piano and asking yourself about anything and everything, it’s hard to understand and analyze the fudge why it all exists, I do these because I have to. I mean, this is me. It pains to be me – it pains to feel and think too much but it’s like I can’t stop it. Though in a very strange and psychotic way, it makes me feel at home. Home: something that I’ve been longing for all my life. I feel comfortable with my music, my thoughts and my emotions. But I understand that I have to end my madness, I will be giving it a visit once in a while and I must not stay too long or else I might get stucked to it. I need to “go on and go away from here”
Yesterday i got so scared
I shivered like a child
Yesterday away from you
It froze me deep inside
Come back come back
Don't walk away
Come back come back
Come back today
Come back come back
Why can't you see?
Come back come back
Come back to me
And i know i was wrong
When i said it was true
That it couldn't be me and be her
In between without you
Without you
I am perhaps deceived by my reason. I used to play with fire and knives – I love sharp ‘things’ – those ideas that most people shy away from. This is my way of not wanting to live a mundane existence, most of my time is spent on thinking about simple and obscure things where I enjoy the semblance of learning. I am curious because I have to learn and I have to write what I learned. I will be writing more than ever now as this would be my only outlet in sharing what I learned. It’s like my way of lecturing. That’s my only intent, to write and share life learning. All my writings are intended for the love of the craft and all are filled without any malice or cruel intentions, and that makes this blog BORING but TRUE.
All I wanna do is look for you
I need a fix you need it to
Just to get some sort of attention, attention
What does it mean to you? (What does it mean to you?)
For me, It's something I just do (I just do)
I want something
I need to feel the sickness in you
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made me bad
I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not again
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh made me bad
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