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Armin van Buuren feat. Ray Wilson - Yet Another Day
Some things disappeared inside
Should I try to run away
If I could I would escape you
I won't argue anymore
I have lost the will to be
Hope you don't think I'm ungrateful
Why?Why are you laughing?
Is it something that I said?
I don't like this place at all
Makes me wonder what I'm here for
Someone take this pain away
Dying to see another day
I don't want to be your friend
Or pretend I can fit in too
I can sense another way
Dying to see another day
Close the curtains, lock the door
Left my notes upon the stair
In a hope you wouldn't read them
Fake emotions in my head
Everything I've seen and read
Can we begin to find peace?
Why?Why are you laughing?
Is it something that I said?
Si hva du vil om Ray Wilson som vokalist,men dette treffer iallefall meg midt i hjertet.
Så en skikkelig tordentale:
Strobe - Human Animal
This is the battle of sex as an animal act.
Fucked up by your emotions.
The human animal struggles vainly
to control his natural animal instincts,
so it'd be better able to fit into the norm of society.
A contradiction in terms.
Sometimes however
either due to chemical or hormonal inbalance,
a fist of vex,
or a flagrant disregard for the outdated
and inhabitional so-called code of ethics,
the thin line which separates the animal from the vegetable is obliterated,
leaving them free to intoxicate their need to fulfill
the lowest common denominator.
With the aid of ignorance and the sheer force of will,
they are willing to meet and greet any danger
no matter how devastating the consequences,
In order to fuel the necessary agitation,
which feeds their entire existance.
Without the stimulating entoxicin,
the banality of their boring and miserable lives
becomes too chronic, and depressing, and constant to bear.
Only through the threat of constant danger,
and the imprisonment of incomprehensible pain,
can they find a suitable distraction to veer them away form the dull reality,
which they seek so desperately to escape.
The reality that there will never ever be another Charles Manson,
Jim Orson, Jim Jones, Jack the Ripper, Tex River, Clint Eastwood, Mario Andretti,
Muhammed Ali, Lenny Bruce, Lizzy Golden, Andy Warhol or Elvis, Einstein.
The thought that they are gonna be stuck here to the day of their lousy god damn life,
just to be able to afford the cost of living yet another hopeless, rotten existence
full of partying,bad trips, burnouts, ripoffs, fuckups, and every other stinky lousy (hva sier hun her?) the face of these before, miserable, misfits, rejects, losers, outlaws...
Yeah,outlaws, the kind of people that don't fit in to your society.
Because to fit in will be the kiss of death, dull, dumb, square...
And I´m all for animal liberation, and the right to be a pig.
Because that's what it's aaaaaaaaall about!
Kombinert med en sinnsvak produksjon som bare blir mer og mer intens for hvert ord som blir spyttet ut,er dette en helt sinnsvak maktdemonstrasjon av en låt.Hør på Marco V - Live @ Mysteryland 01,så vil du forstå hva jeg mener.
Kai Tracid er også verdt å nevne i tekstskrivnings-sammenheng.Selv om jeg ikke er så stor fan av låtene hans,så kan han virkelig skrive tekster som virkelig betyr noe og er troverdige.Eksempler på dette er Too Many Times,Life Is Too Short og Suicide.
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"Wenn du dich zum Untergrund zählst, reicht es nicht, es nur zu sagen. Du musst auch viel graben, um es zu werden."
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