I feel for you.

Soundgarden - Like Suicide

One of my favourite songs, from one of my favourite albums.

Sometimes it's repetition that 'makes' a lyric.

Amen, HK.

Howzabout this, then?

Written by chris cornell

Follow me into the desert
As thirsty as you are
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
And drown in alcohol
Because down below the truth is lying
Beneath the riverbed
So quench yourself and drink the water
That flows below her head

Oh no there she goes
Out in the sunshine the sun is mine

I shot my love today would you cry for me
I lost my head again would you lie for me
I left her in the sand just a burden in my hand
I lost my head again would you cry for me

Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
Because fear is strong and love's for everyone
Who isn't me
So kill your health and kill yourself
And kill everything you love
And if you live you can fall to pieces
And suffer with my ghost
Just a burden in my hand
Just an anchor on my heart
Just a tumor in my head
And I'm in the dark

So follow me into the desert
As desperate as you are
Where the moon is glued to a picture of heaven
And all the little pigs have god

Soundgarden, Like Suicide

I have this as a single. Beautiful.

Yep, Chris is definitely the man. I had to pick which Audioslave lyric to choose for here. 'Like a Stone' is probably my personal favourite song, but maybe it's a bit overtly spiritual... This one seemed appropriate to this forum:



And with the early dawn
Moving right along
Couldn't buy a eye full of sleep
And in the aching nights under satellites
I was not received
Built with stolen parts
Telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this the cure or is this the disease?

Nail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life now
Show me how to live

And in the afterbirth
On the quiet earth
Let the stains remind you
You thought you made a man
You better think again
Before my role defines you

Nail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life now
Show me how to live

And in your waiting hands
I will land
And roll out of my skin
And in your final hours
I will stand
Ready to begin

I used to listen to 'Burden In My Hand' over and over when 'Down On The Upside' first came out.

The way the guitar rides on through as the chorus kicks in is something magnificent.

Did you ever hear Cornell's solo album, Euphoria Morning? Somewhat mellow. It grew on me.

Sadly, no. About as close as I got to Cornell's solo outing was "Mission 2000" on the MI2 soundtrack.

However, here's a gem from one of Cornells other outings, Temple of the Dog. TotD was started in tribute to Andrew Wood of Mother Love Bone. Basically it was a super group like Audioslave, except replace the former RATM members with Pearl Jam members . The excellent Alice in Chains song "Would?" is also about Andrew.

This has got one of the best Mike McCready solos ever, even better than "Alive" IMHO. Lyrics by Cornell, of course.

Well she cried, and she cried
All night to the sound of the freeway hum
And she swears she'll be gone
When the sun hits the ground
And she ain't coming back to my cell

Well she's tired and she's tired
Of this life she's been leading too long
And the times turns around
Through the walls that surround
To the chimes of a jailors song

In my four walled world

Well she tries and she tries
But my feet just won't leave the ground
And I'm tired and I'm tired
Of this prisoners life, and these chains
That drag me down

In my four walled world

And now the sun is low
And these walls try to break my soul
And now the moon is full
And I won't see nothing tonight
But the tears in her eyes and
My four walled world

did somebody say chris cornell (misty drowns in a pool of drool)

I think this has become a secret gather of Chris Cornell otaku.

Hmmm, let's see if I can dry out misty...CHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELLCHRIS CORNELL!

a song to dead heros.
All/ explorador

cigarettes. beyond black shades. see him yet? youll never see his face. we used to joke about foggy mornings when no ones around i start talking. i guess you wanted it to be this way and i cant say i didnt see it coming. if anyone died with a drink in his hand i know you did. if anyone died with i smile on his face i guess you did. you always had the ends to my means. i'd drive when you had to much drugs. i guess life doesnt mean that much when you already know it all. if anyone ever died with a smile on his face i know you did. if anyone ever died with a drink in his hand i know you did. but there was alcohol on your last breath and i dont need you anymore if your life means nothing to you, your death means nothing to me. dead hero, sleep. you were, but now youre not. theres something romantic about the man who went down with his ship. and i can tell all my friends about the hero who died at sea. everybody humors, everyone laughs when i tell about the things youve done. but theres nothing romantic, about the empty shoreline where i wait. if anyone ever died with a smile on his face i know you did. if anyone ever died with a drink in his hand i know you did. but there was poison in your frozen blood. and i dont need you anymore. if your life meant nothing to you then your death means nothing to me. dead hero, sleep. you were, but now youre not. i go to the shore and wait. i see the power of nature. i understand the nature of power. i do not accept this loss of you. dead hero, sleep. you live

and chris cornell is laughed at among his contemporaries.

as well, he should be.

when you're beautiful, people don't wanna take you seriously



so so pretty. and a good pair of lungs on him too.

Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold
Look over there! (Where?)
There's a lady that I used to know
She's married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me,
There's something going wrong around here

Tonight's the night when I go to all the parties down my street.
I wash my hair and I kid myself I look real smooth
Look over there! (Where?)
Here comes Jeanie with her new boyfriend
They say that looks don't count for much
If so, there goes your proof

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me,
There's something going wrong around here

But if looks could kill
There's a man there who's marked down as dead.
Cause I've had my fill
Listen you, take your hands off her head
I get so mean around this scene

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me
There's something going wrong around here

Joe Jackson - Is She Really Going Out With Him?

Genesis - Home byt the Sea

Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right

Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan

Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life

Help us someone, let us out of here
Cos living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea

Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down sit down
As we relive out lives in what we tell you
Let us relive out lives in what we tell you

Sit down sit down sit down
Cos you won't get away
No with us you will stay
For the rest of your days - sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you

Inpsired this sotry of mine: http://www.casual-tempest.net/prose.php?date=2002-01-29%2013:14:42

Fear Factory - "Invisible Wounds"

Dark bodies floating in darkness
No sign of light ever given
Imprisoned in a world without a memory
Unconscious, or am I conscious?
Cut from the heart I am part of
Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in heaven

And I saw my own face in the dark and loneliness
And I saw my own face like a spark frozen in heaven

In dreams I see myself flying
Closer to the sun, and I'm climbing
Tried to touch the sun
But the brightness burned my eyes
Unconscious, or am I conscious?
Fell from the sky like a star
Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in heaven

And I saw my own face in the dark and loneliness
And I saw my own face like a spark

Dark
My life was so dark...
My mind was so dark...
Everything was dark

Unconscious, or am I conscious?
Fell from the sky like a star
Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in heaven

And I saw my own face in the dark and loneliness
And I saw my own face like a spark frozen in heaven
Dark bodies floating in darkness...

Which, again, inspired a story of mine: http://www.casual-tempest.net/prose.php?date=2001-11-23%2015:59:11


Also, pretty much anything by 8stops7, The Tea Party, Barenaked Ladies or "They Might be Giants", for various reaons.

hee hee... they might be giants

Why does the sun shine?

The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace,
where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees.
The sun is hot, the sun is not a place where we could live.
But here on earth there'd be no life without the light it gives.

We need its light.
We need its heat.
The sunlight that we see.
The sunlight comes from our own sun's atomic energy.

The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace.
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees.

The sun is hot.
[The sun is so hot that everything on it is a gas, aluminum copper, iron and many others.]

The sun is large.
[If the sun were hollow, a million earths could fit inside, and yet it is still only a middle-sized star.]

The sun is far away.
[About 93,000,000 miles away, and thats why it looks so small!]
But even when its out of sight, the sun shines night and day.

We need its heat.
We need its light.
The sunlight that we see.
The sunlight comes from our own star's atomic energy.

[Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light of the sun is from the nucleur reactions of hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon, and helium!]

The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace.
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees.


Thats all ladies and gentlemen.

You Gotta Love This City, by The Whitlams.
One for all you Sydneysiders out there.


You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city

Too sick for breakfast, the car wouldn't start
The train was really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriend
The houses all the same, now here's the rain
Not falling but collapsing at his feet
Deep breath and he clocks on, raincoat on his arm
He wishes the hours would disappear

But the trip's in vain 'cause awaiting him
A lay-off notice and his severance pay
He shuffles back to the train again
You gotta love this city

You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city

Back home he lies in bed for days and days
Watching American television, smoking
And playing with himself ringing double-O double-5
Into town on Thursday night
The girls are pretty and the lights are bright
At least he loves his city

Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could become
Lear's Fool is a bum now
With seven holy parcels by his side

You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city

He walks along the foreshore, he's got a bottle
And he's breathing with his city

It was busy everywhere he went
There was a crowd over the bay
And a fireworks display
It's all very strange for a Thursday night thought he
Then it dawns on him as a cracker explodes
And who the hell is he going to blame?
It dawns on him - the horror - we got the Olympic Games

You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain

And he screams "My city is a whore, opened herself to the world
Jumped up and down in pastel shirts
And lathered up thinking about designs for T-shirts"

You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain

It's more than he can take, and the stars' reflection breaks
'Cause you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it enjoy the view
You gotta love this city
He's had enough and he sinks to the bottom

Tim Freedman is a poet with a piano.

Bachelorette - Bjork


i'm a fountain of blood
in the shape of a girl
you're the bird on the brim
hypnotized by the whirl
drink me - make me feel real
wet your beak in the stream
game we're playing is life
love is a two way dream


leave me now - return tonight
the tide will show you the way
if you forget my name
you will go astray
like a killer whale
trapped in a bay


i'm a path of cinders
burning under your feet
you're the one who walks me
i'm your one way street
i'm a whisper in water
a secret for you to hear
you are the one who grows distant
when i beckon you near


leave me now - return tonight
the tide will show you the way
if you forget my name, you will go astray
like a killer whale trapped in a bay


i'm a tree that grows hearts
one for each that you take
you're the intruders hands
i'm the branch that you break

asylum by crass

lyrics are offensive and can be found here because i'm not sure what's allowed for content and i don't want to overtly offend anyone's sensibilites.

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asylum by crass

lyrics are offensive and can be found http://www.lyricsstyle.com/c/crass/asylum.html because i'm not sure what's allowed for content and i don't want to overtly offend anyone's sensibilites.

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We spend copious amounts of time on the net. We've seen and heard it all. We're as jaded as...as...something very jadey. I frequently fucking swear on this forum. It's an American forum. Just mumble something back about free speech and the First amendment or whatever.

Bjork. I imagine my personal hell to be somewhere where there's only Apple G5's running on Telstra dialup. Where, face to face, you'd have to speak Whigga and online you've gotta type l33t. No cops, just overly egotistical uni teachers - "Well of course you didn't know about that law you just broke. That's because you haven't been around as long as I have and you're not as good as me" - and the laws vary from person to person. There's no computer or guitar mags, only FHM and Cosmo to read. Nick Earls has captured and torture WG and has flooded the market with pissweak Mills & Boon aimed at the youth market. Mobile phones are the size of a guitar pick yet can play a badly MIDI-ripped ringtone fresh from the Top 40 Charts at one twenty decibels, twice that if you're in a theatre, which only shows arse slapping, testosterone laden American buddy flicks or Kirsten Dunst movies or pretentious pieces of "art" that no one understand but pretends they do to sound cool, and Tarantino has done to Guy Ritchie what Earls did to WG, and we get a Kill Bill sequel that's dominant by bullshit swordplay and slicks of blood that washed away any trace of plot, and you'll have to watch 'em without popcorn, sucking down instead flat, lifeless Diet Coke, and ReichsDietFuehrer Atkins approved low-carb sushi, that like all sushi, smells like a poorly ventilated chicken farm, coffee is all decaf, espresso has been specifically pack raped and is made only by Vittoria with not a trace of robusta in it because all the robusta has been sent to the International Roast factory which is the only instant coffee and you can't get cigarettes or cigars, but sure, you can get fucking marijuana cause hollywood says it's cool and so you get all these emo, skatie types who think power chords are all you need for guitars and think Tom Delong and that wanker from Dashbored Confessional are, like, so totally deep, which they play on overprice sony stereos, cause sony's the only AV gear you can buy, and Ford's the only car you can buy an-

Ahem.

Anyway, the soundtrack for that would probably be Bjork.

No offence.

Erm, I think I already mentioned it today, but just in case...

I <3 lithos

Lithos' post was pretty neat. Personal Hell... I could do that... it'd feel like a copy though and I would sound like a teeny-clown from the '90's who cried for days over the death of Kirt Cobain and thus wear the T-Shirt commeratiing the death TO THIS DAY. I would sound like one of them.. 'cause they're all in bands now and cover Nirvana and Skynard tunes with unskilled impunity.

I don't want to sound like that.

But its a good thread idea.

Here's the formula for that post:

Two Days Lack of Sleep + Caffeine + 1AM + Nicotine

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We spend copious amounts of time on the net...

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Damn.

Post of the YEAR.

And I like Bjork.