(apologies if this has been done recently, I searched and the most relevant result was 2 years old surprisingly enough.)
So, I've been listening to a lot of old songs in my library whilst studying, and up pops "Ordinary story" by in flames, and I simply stop what I'm doing because god damn, those are some good lyrics...
So, my fellow Escapists, are there certain lyrics* for you that when you hear them, you just have to go "dang"?
(*In the abscense of suitable lyrics, guitar solos are also acceptable.)
Edit: I also just remembered Ghost of perdition by Opeth, which is poetry set to music.
And done in a gnarly death growl, woo!
So, I've been listening to a lot of old songs in my library whilst studying, and up pops "Ordinary story" by in flames, and I simply stop what I'm doing because god damn, those are some good lyrics...
Egoism dictates human relations
A world where fashion outshines morality
It's written in blood-red colours
Designed by the thirst for power
Gather the faithful and propose a toast
To the epoch of indifference
A world where fashion outshines morality
It's written in blood-red colours
Designed by the thirst for power
Gather the faithful and propose a toast
To the epoch of indifference
So, my fellow Escapists, are there certain lyrics* for you that when you hear them, you just have to go "dang"?
(*In the abscense of suitable lyrics, guitar solos are also acceptable.)
Edit: I also just remembered Ghost of perdition by Opeth, which is poetry set to music.
And done in a gnarly death growl, woo!
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Rode into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithfull servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten morals
Where the victim is the prey
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Rode into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithfull servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten morals
Where the victim is the prey