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07-02-2004, 03:23 PM
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Please touch this.
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Skin-crawlingly dark songs
I really gotta share this with you all. It's a song that makes me tense with hate every time I play it. The lyrics are an amazing fit with the beat of the song and if you find the song (probably only on SoulSeek) you'll hear the dark marching beat that just makes your blood boil. DAMN this is MUSIC!
Emergence : The Vigil The house is growing quiet, the vigil will begin A nightly visitation will surely come again And you must keep your silence, the walls are paper-thin Oh yes, you must be silent, the walls are paper-thin A light's on in the hallway, there's footsteps at the door Your kind and cruel tormentor casts his shadow on the floor And still you must be silent, for no-one will believe Oh yes, you must be silent, good children don't decieve. A heaving weight, stifling your cries Penetrating pain, wetness on your thighs And then he'll tell you: "My dear I truly love you." He flinches when you ask him why do you do the things you do... you think he's on the level When he says it is the Devil Or perhaps it is the grain, (he will explain) That makes him cause your pain The house is growing quiet, the vigil will begin In grim anticipation, of a parental sin And still you must be silent, the walls are paper-thin Oh yes, you must be silent, the walls are paper-thin The footsteps in the hallway, they fill your heart with fear Your nemesis is coming, you feel him drawing near And still you keep your promise, a solemn spoken vow A pact that you would sunder, if only you knew how A heaving weight, stifling your cries Penetrating pain, wetness on your thighs And then he'll tell you: "My dear I truly love you." He flinches when you ask him why do you do the things you do,,, you think he's on the level When he says it is the Devil Or perhaps it is the grain, (he will explain) That makes him cause your pain
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07-02-2004, 07:22 PM
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Location: Florida
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Man, Soulseek is the best.
I would have to say Seraphim Shock - After Dark Death, It Comes Soon My Love Demons Play Dressed In Candlelight Scarlet Rain On Skin As Snow Never Fades Cum My Love And Take The Devil's Kiss My Lust Drenched In Blood My Love Split The Skin My Lust Mortal Dreams, Thousand Years Through These Eyes I Have Held You All Shadow Tears, When Roses Fade, You Will Stay Eternal Winter Angles Cry Father Doesn't Hear I really love their stuff. Everyone should check them out. Quote:
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07-03-2004, 07:27 AM
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follower of the child's crusade?
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The Ballad of Worms by Cage is kind of skin crawling I think.
Erm... its probably a different style of music to this, but I think in his own way he can be as offensive as anyone else!
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07-05-2004, 06:37 AM
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Crazy
Location: South Africa
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07-05-2004, 07:37 PM
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Banned
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a static lullaby - a sip of wine chased with cyanide
Glorify her smile Condemn his frown [x2] Choke on the phrases left unsaid Silver bullets that pierce my ears Shadows of demons melt my persona Taken from the memory of the darkess lock Can I walk amongst the slave chained to the hopeless and lenched from your smile Can I float upon your tears swealtering the hate for our non-existance Send the dove Bring her a star Throw me a raven Spoon out my heart Glorify her smile Condemn his frown With the last ounce of dignity I will pray Scream out My mistakes to the heavens Send the dove Bring her a star Throw me a raven Spoon out my.. Spoon out my heart Can I walk amongst the slave chained to the hopeless and lenched from your smile Can I float upon your tears swealtering the hate for our non-existance Spoon out my heart [many times] |
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07-05-2004, 07:58 PM
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Crazy
Location: San Francisco
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"while the city sleeps", by MC 900ft Jesus
stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night i see a halo in the rain 'round a street light i stop and look and listen to the sound as the raindrops penetrate the silence all around alone, i gaze into the glistening street the distant thunder echoing my hearbeat urging me on to a secret goal away from the light from this lamp on a pole so i turn slip away into the rain drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane clutching the tools of my trade in my hand an old box of matches and a gasoline can darkness envelops the scene like a shroud a veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds filling up the cracks in this desolate place cradled by the night in an icy embrace i move through the town like a ghost in the rain a dim reflection in a dark windowpane blackness beckons from every side creeping all around like an incoming tide a broken window in an empty house i slip inside and begin to douse the whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire and push back the night, taking me higher on out of the darkness in a deafening roar the match in my hand is the key to the door a simple turn of the wrist will suffice to open a passage to paradise i pause think about the past in the gloom the smell of gasoline permeates the room everyone has a little secret he keeps i light the fires while the city sleeps
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07-13-2004, 05:49 AM
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Location: Boston
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Okay, I win hands down...surprised it wasn't posted yet. Lyrics are spoken word by Nicole Blackman over haunting music.
Golden Palomino's Victim I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm in the trunk. My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth it almost covers my nose but I can breathe barely. I must have been here for hours, everything's stiff and my head throbs like someone's drumming on china. The car stops. He turns off the motor -- but there are no traffic sounds. No people sounds. No wind. What place has no wind? I turn my head towards the sounds like people watch radios when something terrible happens. My palms are sweating. Where am I? The trunk squeaks as he lifts it up and the sun blinds me. He almost looks like a faceless Jesus surrounded by light. He pulls me out of the trunk and bangs my head against the door. I try to cry out, but it comes like a hum. He drags me, half-standing, along a dirt road into a house. I can't see any other houses and it looks like a farm. The screen door bangs behind me and I feel a deep, deep pressure inside. All the rules have changed here. I'm dragged down a hall like a bag and I look for a phone, other doors. Nothing but bare floors and brown boxes in small rooms. He pulls me into the bathroom and I almost crack my head as he pushes me onto the floor. Tilts his head to the side and gazes at me as if I was a pet then walks out. I'm lying there for a long time, trying to get the tape off of me. My eyes are tearing. I don't make a sound. I can't get up and I keep rolling from side to side, trying not to make noise. I've got to get him to talk to me. If I can get this thing off my face I can talk to him. I'll tell him my name. Have you killed other women in here? I'm thinking you've got hundreds of them nailed down, hung on walls, hanging from ceiling fans swinging dead in summer wind. Why did you pick me? If I had stayed to finish at the library I would have been there twenty minutes longer maybe I'd have been OK. Would have rushed into the house, books piled up in my arms like a baby, and blurted explanations why I was sorry. So sorry I'm late everyone. Would you have waited for me anyway? Would you have picked another woman? Would I have read about her in the paper and said oh my god, I was there that night... and called all my friends in a panic. Telling them then how much I loved them as if I'd never have the chance again. I wonder what everyone is doing now. Putting up signs. Showing my picture on the evening news. Calling old friends. Maybe I'm not even considered missing yet. The family will fall apart and my parents will go crazy. Slowly. My brother will be so quiet at the funeral and insist the casket be closed. (I never even told anyone what kind of funeral I wanted when I died.) Maybe years from now they'll find my skeleton on the floor here and they'll have to use dental records to identify me. My family will say "At least we know now. We always hoped she was alive somewhere. We just hope she's in peace." When I sleep my dreams are crazy -- I'm flying over fields. I don't think I sleep for more than twenty minutes and when I wake up, it feels like I'm under a heavy blanket. I'm still here. As I wake up I hear a dog barking in the distance and I think I'm in my parents' house in South Carolina. When I open my eyes, there's a shotgun pressed between them. I'll never get married. I'll never have kids. I'll never go to Europe. I'll never learn to play piano. I'll never write a book. The last thing I hear is a click.
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07-15-2004, 07:39 AM
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Location: Boston
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Told ya...
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you think i got my eyes closed but i've been lookin' at you the whole f&ckin' time... ------------------------------------------------ Posting from the home of the 2004 World Champion Boston Red Sox |
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07-15-2004, 10:40 PM
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Psycho
Location: maybe utah
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To me a really haunting song is something that can happen more likely than not.
There is a spoken word song on the Paris, Texas sound track that is vocalized by Harry Dean Stanton and the music is slide guitar by Ry Cooder. It's about a couple drifting apart and a man soo desperate that he chains her in to keep her there and then... well listen to the song. He speaks it to a child. Creepy. Sad. Haunting. PS- Nick Cave rules. You should see him in the original german language movie Wings of Desire and his novel "And the Ass Saw the Angel" is just pure poetry. Dark and graphic as hell.
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07-16-2004, 06:23 AM
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Location: Boston
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Another, music isn't all that haunting, but the lyrics and their delivery are...also a great video...lyrics sung kinda spoken word by Iggy Pop
Aisha - Death in Vegas Aisha Aisha We've only just met And I think you ought to know I'm a murderer Babies need blood I have a portrait on my wall He's a serial killer I thought he wouldn't escape Aisha He got out <Musical interlude> We live in a cemetary A cold and damp place And science runs through us Making us Gods The rules are all Wrong Every borrusion (??) is justified They honestly believe dead bodies Anything goes around here <Musical Interlude> I still want to to be human again What am I? What am I? I'm a murderer <Mosh bit and funky electro beats, as featured in a Jack Dee program> Aisha I'm confused Aisha I'm vibrating <Being sick> I'm a murderer The Gods all suck <Scream> <Silence> <More scream>
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