tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23012479811493266332024-03-12T21:39:05.195-07:00anger and depression in rock and metalRoss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666451136659032292noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2301247981149326633.post-44265389808996881262009-04-02T05:54:00.000-07:002009-04-02T05:56:01.636-07:00Found PoemEscape On A Northward Wind<br /><br />So I'll step foot outside my door.<br />As I'm walking through the streets of this town,<br />Packing up my memories, Let's get this f***ing started.<br />I want to wake up in a place where no one will now my name.<br />Let say that I am setting sail<br />Because I've grown weary of the familiar face<br />And your words, a sea of irony.<br />I just wanna forget this place, where you can't see your f***ing self.<br />Set sail tonight on an open course.<br />Stars above my head I can't ignore.<br />So we set a course, yeah we set it well.<br />F*** this town. I want out.<br /><br />Adapted from:<br />The Homefront's- Escape (F*** this town)<br />Take Notice's- Northward Winds Were Bound To HappenRoss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666451136659032292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2301247981149326633.post-58813749909120287802009-03-23T09:08:00.000-07:002009-03-24T16:04:01.574-07:00REPETITIONVanna<br /><br />"I Am The Wind, You Are The Feather"<br /><br /><br /><br />This is an open ended sky, with open eyes too tired to look away<br /><br />Say you'll stay forever by my side, or forever we'll be standing here<br /><br /><br /><br />(The dead still <strong>walk, walk</strong> the streets)<br /><br />(This means war, on everyone)<br /><br />(You can't hear, them lying to us)<br /><br />(you can't see, they're fingers crossed)<br /><br />(The dead still <strong>walk, walk</strong> the streets)<br /><br />(This means war, on everyone)<br /><br />(You can't hear, them lying to us)<br /><br />(you can't see, they're fingers crossed)<br /><br /><br /><br />Lets keep our thoughts on guard this time,<br /><br />we'll keep on moving on, just don't let them get too close.<br /><br /><br />(In the land where the dead still walk)<br /><br />(This is a test, we know our own strength,we'll take the east and <em>march on</em>)<br /><br />(Make our way, Burning all our bridges, state by state, we <em>march on</em>)<br /><br /><br />And we march on, leaving trails of hope behind us, with our hands to the sky, the wind will be our guide<br /><br />At times like these, to be the last ones standing, hope is all we have left<br /><br />To be the last one standing, to be the last one standing<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>italics</em> are EPISTROPHE<br /><br /><strong>Bold</strong> are ANADIPLOSIS<br /><br /><br /><br />Even though epistrophe and anadiplosis are diffenent kinds of repetition, they convey the same message. They both display the importance of moving forward with your life and not letting past experiences effect the path you've choosen to follow in your life.Ross Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666451136659032292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2301247981149326633.post-22515896915409964122009-03-01T18:16:00.000-08:002009-03-01T18:22:24.623-08:00lacuna coil - Our TruthOur Truth: Or Our Bad<br /><br />Clock is ticking while I'm killing time<br />Spinning all around<br />Nothing else that you can do<br />To turn it back<br />Wicked partnership in this crime<br />Ripping off the best, condescending smile<br />Trying to forget<br />(Wasting my time)<br />We're falling right through<br />Lying to forget<br />(Telling more lies)<br />We're raising our truth<br />COME and tease me<br />Clock is ticking while I'm still in time<br />Can't you turn it back?<br />Stop the cycle, set me free<br />Run away<br />Silence sneaking along my path<br />Grab the rope off me, feeling like we'll fly<br />(Feeling like we'll fly)<br />Time to forget<br />(Wasting my time)<br />The fall of my truth<br />Lying to forget<br />(Telling more lies)<br />We're raising our truth<br />Trying to forget<br />(Wasting my time)<br />We're falling right throughLying to forget<br />(Telling more lies)<br />We're raising our truth<a name="2">. Without A Reason</a><br />Will you wash my feet again<br />With the tears I've cried out?<br />Will you save me from my selfishness?<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br />In this universe I'm lost<br />As I keep on searching<br />On and on without a reason<br />Here I come to show you,<br />Our path it is your heart<br />I'm melting into you<br />Our destiny so cruel<br />In the journey of my existence<br />I felt strong in my believes<br />Could I find a better way toThis reality?<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br />In this universe I'm lost<br />As I keep on searching<br />On and on without a reason<br />Here I come to show you,<br />Our path it is your heart<br />I'm melting into you<br />Our destiny so cruel<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br />I'm melting into you<br />Our destiny so cruel<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br />Feels like talking to a wall<br /><br /><br /><br />To begin, let it be known that this band has a bad reputation to begin with many fans of rock and metal music. The band Lacuna Coil is an Italian based gothic metal band that has been featured on the famous Ozzy Osbourne’s Ozzfest. They have had much success with previous singles and albums; however it appears as though the most recent song entitled “Our Truth” has accomplished very little. Surprisingly, even though the song has been featured on the popular music based video game Rock Band 2, unlike other songs, it stills has yet to show any signs of popularity here in the United States. The song was also featured on the soundtrack to the hit movie, Underworld: Evolution.<br />The song contains many of the same poetic devices, mainly being metaphors. They sing that “Clock is ticking while I'm killing time” and also say “Nothing else you can do to turn it back”, it being time; as we all know, one can not literally kill time, it is a constant thing that can not be altered. During the chorus, they end on the phrase “erasing our truth”, again, truth is not a tangible thing, it is something that we express as human beings. Also, in the beginning and at the end of the song, they lead singer does a kind of religious, or ritualistic whaling; many do not understand or see the relevance of this.<br />Not only lyrically the song was written poorly, but instrumentally there seemed to be many flaws. Before the final session of “whaling”, there seems to be an attempt to do a breakdown or something of that nature, but it seems to be more of a tribal beat and seems no to convey the same emotions. Also there is a portion that the instruments seem to stop and the song goes to a feedback like sampling then return to the music. Is there any true relevance to this? It seems as though they were competing with some one or just trying to make the song longer than originally though. Some sections of the song seem to be extremely choppy, while the vocals seem to be continuing in a flowing manner.<br />It seems that due to the lead singer, Cristina Scabbia, has let the fact that she is dating a famed guitarist, James Root of Slipknot and Stone Sour, go to her head. Thus causing her, and her band mates, to be less innovative, and relay on the fame and support of James’ bands. Also, they seem to be “selling out”; the reason for this though is that fact that this song has been featured in many different places, as previously stated.<br />In conclusion, let it be known that, just because a band or song is labeled as rock or metal does not mean that will instantly be love by all of those who find a majority of metal entertaining.Ross Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666451136659032292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2301247981149326633.post-9307873283470396952009-02-25T17:57:00.000-08:002009-03-05T08:11:36.222-08:00SimileRivalries-Spring In January<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Separated frowns.<br />Dangle across the horizon.<br />But then the sun comes up.<br />Causing them to collide into each other.<br />Depression, sadness, hatred and sorrow.<br />All of these things, I do not feel when I see your smile.<br />When you smile at me, when our hands are held.<br />Up come flowers, up come flowers.<br />I'm sorry your so perfect.<br />Walking every morning, every memory.<br />(All of these things)<br />Tracks are fun, but we walk them.<br />I live in your smile,<br />I breathe in your eyes.<br />Our hands and our hearts,<br />beat together like a perfect sunrise.<br />I'm only 17, I promise forever.<br />Keep saying you miss me and<br />I will stop hating the east coast.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://www.purevolume.com/player/popup?a=99555081">https://www.purevolume.com/player/popup?a=99555081</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This song by the new band Rivalries, was written by lead singer and song writter Shane Himalman. At the age of seventeen he feels as though he has seen alot of different things and feels he should share what he's found with the world. Although the second line of the song has become popular due to it's sexually explicit message, it actually reffers to the moon and how it appears to just sway. The only real simile is "our hands and our hearts beat togather like a perfect sunrise" This is comparing their relationship to that of how beautiful a sunrise can be. Also, how wonderful and how this relationship is the only sure thing in his life, like the sunrise.Ross Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666451136659032292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2301247981149326633.post-79001671659633982382009-02-05T06:50:00.000-08:002009-02-09T09:21:39.941-08:00Narrative- Vermillion by Slipknot<span style="font-family:georgia;">She seems dressed in all the rings</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Of past fatalities</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">So fragile yet so devious</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">She continues to see it<br />Climatic hands that press</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Her temples and my chest</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Enter the night that she came home</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Forever</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">She is everything and more</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The solemn hypnotic</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">My Dahlia bathed in possession</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">She is home to me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But the stress is astounding</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It's now or never she's coming home</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Forever</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hard to say what caught my attention</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Fixed And crazy, Aphid Attraction</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Carve my name in my face, to recognize</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Such a pheromone cult to terrorize</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me<br />I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(Yeah!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm a slave, and I am a master</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">No restraints and, unchecked collectors</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I exist through my need, to self oblige</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">She is something in me, that I despise<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't let this build up inside of me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">SHE ISN'T REAL!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">SHE ISN'T REAL!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(She isn't real, I can't make her real)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(She isn't real, I can't make her real)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This song tells the story of a girl that is so perfect, but then realizing that she isn't real and there's nothing that he can do to change that. This song relates to my topic because its metal and it talks about the anger and depression that he feels because the fact that his dream girl is just that, a dream.</span>Ross Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666451136659032292noreply@blogger.com0