The opposition Carcinogenic sweat that hides The persecution These hidden walls keep us aligned Yeah, they keep us in line Fourteen hours more Covert tonight The operation A covert plan to get outside The consecration An archetype of a will that shines Shining alive Will you die or can we keep you alive?
When there is a machine gun on every corner You won’t see me
When your every move is monitored You won’t see me
When there is a federal eye in every household You won’t see me
And when it’s all too late You won’t see me
Ten A.M. · Snapcase End Transmission ℗ 2002 Craft Recordings., Distributed by Concord.
I walked green miles of jungle / I walked through yellow miles of pain I crossed starvation’s desert / Watched dead rivers swell with rain The song of insects filled the air / Nights in cites of despair Where killer’s sons said, son beware / And all the roads from here to there I sailed the sea of desolation / Dropped my anchor there Plumbed the depths of isolation / Walked its length and was not scared Went from end to end to end / And then from there I went again The road that only this one knows / Off to nowhere here I go Illumination comes so hard / Makes me see but leaves its scars At times I wish that I didn’t know what I know now Thought and thought until I lost my mind Looked and looked until I went near blind The path is fair but so unkind At night the highway’s diesel roar / Speaks to me and tells me more Than any book I’ve ever read / Or anything you ever said With silent eyes inside / I watch myself and worlds collide The seasons burn and crack my skin / I stay outside and live within
Illumination · Rollins Band Get Some Go Again ℗ 2000 SKG Music L.L.C….more
“Shut your mouth look around This motherfucker is burning down And nothing’s gonna save us now“
I’m cynical by watching the majority of the left become politicaly apathetic, self-deafeating, ignorant, complacent, arrogant, aggreived victimhood, isolated to their towers of self-absorption after Biden was elected gives me little hope for the future.
As a politicaly active person on the left all my life, the betrayl doesn’t come from MAGA or Republicans, it comes from the left and Democrats, because it’s been castrating itself willingly over the last 20 years.
So this is what you want Choices are made and given up I just cant comprehend the need to sit when you can stand The game is rigged, the money spent
Shut your mouth look around This motherfucker is burning down And nothing’s gonna save us now Get out… and save yourself
There’s only so much I can say tried so hard to help you find your way But every step a wasted breath of false hope and promises There’s nothing to save, there’s nothing left
Nothing’s left of you today Save yourself or die away
So this is what you want Your choice was made, you’ve given up I’ll never comprehend the need to sit when you can stand There’s nothing left, the money spent
Writer(s): Nathan Gray, Joshua Latshaw, Robert Ehrenbrand, Charles W Istvan, Christopher Rakus album: “While A Nation Sleeps…” (2013) BoySetsFire – While A Nation Sleeps.
“Forgive the trembling love, I’m weak and acting bold And alone”
The rhythmic and melodic layering in this song is amazing. The atmosphere it radiates chills you.
In blur, farther Glanced over stirred Imagined you laughing Muddied feet dancing What is this aching prism? This prison wincing Receiving sudden swaths of dogma
Wandering over royal yonder Wandering over flooded ground again
(What does daylight look like?) What does daylight look like in this chaos of cold? (What does daylight look like?) Solitude and falling into respites now
In blur, hovered Accepted devotion Unearthed, bleeding ark of creation
Wandering over royal yonder Wandering over flooded ground again
(What does daylight look like?) What does daylight look like in this chaos of cold? (What does daylight look like?) Solitude and falling into respites now (What does daylight look like?) What does daylight look like in this chaos of cold? (What does daylight look like?) Solitude and falling into respites now
Forgive the trembling love, I’m weak and acting bold And alone
Written by: Christopher Johnson, Kerry Dylan Mccoy, George Lesage Clarke, Daniel Tracy, Shiv Mehra. Album: Infinite Granite. Released: 2021
Except for the most important space, which has been void for ages. The void is immense, and I doubt now it will ever be filled again.
Things, nicknaks, books in towers, shoes upon shoes, pans atop pans, prints upon prints. So many “things”. Things purchased not out of need, but to fill someone elses void. Things saved and forgotten in boxes, to collect dust for nostalgia? Need?
No amount of organizing, cleaning, no matter how much you do ever matters, nor works. The teetring mountain of things will overwhelm you, it will tip over on you and you will become lost in the clutter.
When you realize that you are part of the clutter, just another thing with no space left for self. So you forget who you are, and give up more space until you are part of the background, part of the clutter in someone elses life.
Then you become the house, to hold the clutter. The Foundation, encompassing all, keeping things safe, keeping the peace, like Atlas all of the weight is on your shoulders.
Then you disappear, until you speak up, only to be given a performance to pull you back, to get you to go silent, to forget again, to meld back into the clutter. To get you to be a creek in the wood of the foundation on a freezing day.
Woe, my story is the story of millions of others, both men and women, i know im not alone in this tale. Just another fool/tool; be it fear of being alone, or keeping your honor and word out of pride, or not giving up in the face of overwhelming defeat. Where is the logic in any of that when you finally realize you are a thing? Knowing that you are a provider, a foundation, the protection, but not valued or recognized for any of it, or shown real affection or love. You are just a thing to be used for the comfort of others.
This my dear, is what fools do. Maybe im the king of fools. To know the truth, walking that fine line between speaking truth to power, but at the same time knowing you’re the punchline of the biggest self-owning joke of all time.
Actually, on second thought, Mike Ness can keep his crown. I have no need to be the king of anything.
Okay people out there in WP land this is a difficult question and one that is very hard to answer.
It gets worse if you have diverse musical genres you enjoy and listening moods that you mold the music around your feelings or state at the time.
Personaly; punk, hardcore, metal, & rock have been my main as well as many of the sub-genera’s of them all. Dark wave, industrial, blues, Ambient, folk, Folk Nordic metal, old country and bluegrass. I also like classical, early rap, more jazzy hip-hop/trip-hop or political (here’s looking at you Public Enemy) rap. I’ve never much been into pop, but PJ Harvey, Lady Gaga & Billie Elish i have a soft spot for because of their voice, they speak their truth’s, and the dark feminine nature they exude (Check out Chelsea Wolf). Im not a swifty but I like that she speaks out her politics and stands her ground.
So I im going to try to answer one of the questions I asked above and of course it is not 100%, but my favorite band(s) of all time goes to CLUTCH. Every song is a story, the lyrics build it into a saga, and the music a foundation for a mythology.
I first saw them in my brother’s basement in Madison, WI. Everytime I see them it’s like meeting up with an old friend.
Released 1991
Released 1995
Released 1998
Released 2013
Released 2022
Clutch Clutch Album Cover 1995
Honorable mentions go to Carcass, The Dead Boys, Mastodon, Gwar, Godflesh, Boy Sets Fire, Paradise Lost, Subhumans, Grinch (west coast progressive hardcore), Bahaus, Circle Jerks, Black Flag,Amy Winehouse, The Cure, Beethoven, Curve, Public Enemy, Anthrax, Conflict, Brian Eno, Front Line Assembly, Skinny Puppy, Chelsea Wolf, Suldusk, Swallow the Sun, Red Fang, Melvins, My Bloody Valentine, Coil, etc…etc…etc…etc.…
Released 1986
Released 1992
Released 2019
Released 2006
Released 1991
Released 1977
So what do ally’all like? Can you answer this question?
Let them fall from your lips on the ground And consume you in flames with your crown You can add up your ill-gotten gains And keep count till nothing remains
Rise ye wolves up above the sound Through the choir of sheep as they drown Raise the banner of the proud and untamed Burn the kingdom down… until nothing remains
Death throe dance pul in quite the crowd Cheering throngs of the scorned still unbowed The system’s dead and we spit on the grave Let it fucking rot… until nothing remains
You hide in a sickness that leaves you unbowed Scorched earth policy friendships allow For your dreams and their failings to mount An assault on continous lies
Let them fall from your lips on the ground And consume you in flames with your crown You can add up your ill-gotten gains And keep count till nothing remains
When ashes remain Burn… ’til the truth is out Burn… down to hallowed ground Burn… and rebuild again Burn. Burn. Until nothing remains
Boy Sets Fire
Written by: Joshua Latshaw, Nathan Gray, Robert Ehrenbrand, Charles W Istvan, Christopher Rakus Album: While a Nation Sleeps Released: 2013
I will never believe them (lies) I’m sick of the weakness that controls me Now that I’ve fallen, I will not repent
Bleed out all empathy This vessel has no spirit left to hold on To lies I’ve lived in full
How long can I hold tight With every movement Tension binds and denies My true nature
The balance has shifted Warped sick and twisted Grabbing at angels when I fall Because I am more than this idol Endless recital For all my demons to applaud I am free
Hide myself from it all While every fear is Screaming night into dawn Until I find
The balance has shifted Warped sick and twisted Grabbing at angels when I fall Because I am more than this idol Endless recital For all my demons to applaud I am free
Do I have to believe them? (Lies) In order to attain fulfillment I have to succumb to (lies) All my inner fears that tear at me I will never believe them (lies) I’m sick of the weakness that controls me Now that I’ve fallen, I will not repent
The balance has shifted Warped sick and twisted Grabbing at angels when I fall Because I am more than this idol Endless recital For all my demons to applaud I am free
Boy Sets Fire Written by: Joshua Latshaw, Nathan Gray, Robert Avery, Matthew Krupanski, Charles Istvan Album: Tomorrow Come Today Released: 2003
When you stand for something, that means you should be automatically against the binary inverse, unfortunately pride, arrogance, aggrieved victimhood, situational ethics (tribalism), can & will take these parts of character, twist them into unrecognizable mutants, and destroy those things once held dear into phantoms and outright frauds.
The above are three human conditions, I stand against. I have stood against them for basically my entire life. They are reflected in most of my actions, down to where i shop (I keep it small, local or regional as possible), who I support politicaly, and personal interactions with others. I view all people as equal at birth and all should have the same opportunities.
I question everything, even my personal philosophy, my left leaning politics, my character, my actions, what I beleive since I was young. Growing up in conflict has conditioned me into a powerful detachment, yet I am endlessly passionate when it comes to my beliefs, that “being rational”, that empathy & compassion in the end will make the case that these base human needs will win out and are more important than rage, bigotry, hate, apathy, & indifference.
“Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.”
Alexander Hamilton
No doubt I am a fool; but at the end of the day, looking into the mirror, it’s far more important that I expressed my character honorably and that I stand my ground.
I had no Idea that any of the bands i was in back in the day were even relevant, but I guess people like classical music from the mid-90’s. Although its missing i was one of the founding members of the band “Downer”, but i never played out with them.
Emo-punk back then was a completely different animal then what it has morphed into, which is more of a semi-goth fashion ascetic, rather than a mish-mash of rock, punk, hardcore, metal, even folk influences music type it was. Emo had nothing to do with look or style, it what was what’s inside that counted. Speaking up, baring your soul regardless of reaction of the audience. But hey! I was just a bass player.
Don’t get me started on what is considered to be “Goth” nowadays, it’s all become a fashion lifestyle were the music it aborted from it and is mostly just a side note. It’s a fact Bela Legosi is dead and the Sisters of Mercy didn’t include Sousxie and her Banshees. 😉
I think it was Hot Topic’s fault. Back in my day you had to go to a pet store to get a good chain collar to wear or mail order spikes for your black leather biker jacket. Damn kids! Whom are now in their 30’s. Ageing, is and always will be, the best self-own on those younger than yourself who are making fun of you for beingolder.
End of Witacre was the best of the three bands I was in ~1997. Of course ego’s got in the way of the one band i was in that had the talent and drive to make it, even if a little in the alt-music sphere. Remember this is way before MySpace, the internet music revolution, etc… recordings and making it to larger audiences back in the olden days was a lot more difficult than today because everything was analog and hardcopy.
Anyway, I stood my ground and defended my longtime band mate and friend Cory and decided that if they were going to kick him out, then I wouldn’t be part of the band either. Thus, break-up. I still stand by that decision. Loyalty, honor & character mean a lot to me. In the beginning of 1998 I moved back home to my parents house, played lots of starcraft, Diablo and went back to school concentrating on the natural sciences.
Ecoheretic 