ya the line "we stare at broken clocks" got me writing this. After that I shut off the song and wrote this (with only that one line in mind). The basis for the song wasn't the entire "suicide season" song nor was it supposed to be close. My friend was going through a rough patch and I wrote them a song to make it better (they were bringing me down and it was pissing me off). Either way I see the similarities and I'll try to do something to fix it. Thank you for pointing that out.
anyone want to help in substituting "broken clocks" for something else maybe? *EDIT*
yeah, no. Its all original, but as I tend to listen to music to come up with ideas, It might have been BMTH that was playing at the time that inspired it. I'll listen to the song again and see where its the same
Ok I'd like to expand my musical tastes (I assume others would like to as well). Well good news cause here is where we can talk about the craziest f ucking bands that are out there right now. Even if you don't know too much about a band, it's cool, as long as they are brutal as hell.
Well lets start this out with 3 of the craziest bands I'm listening to right now: Brain Drill Rose Funeral Infermentium (<don't know the exact spelling on that)
These bands are no joke. They play some of the heaviest s hit I've ever heard. Now if you got a band that is even crazier or even better, don't be a p ussy and give 'em a shout out.
its been awhile since i've done anything with a forum on this site. Well recently I've been writing nothing but music but then one day I decided to write some lyrics for old times sake. There are bits and pieces that were influenced by my good friend and the hardships he was facing on the day this was written...this one is for you ------------------------------------------------ Broken Clocks
We stare at broken clocks, like a reason to live is the reason to die Lost in endless time and space subconscious motivation tends to get us by A world covered in the gray abysmal, small-scale world we’re still looking inside Watching our lives progress until that fateful day when we… Lie down to sleep, body and mind as one, at peace To forgive and to forget, to savor that final breath Eyes are bloodshot from the sound Of white noise seeping through the ground The blind man speaks of what he can see Eternal insight, of what we’ll never be Ask yourself will you ever be whole again? Will you pick yourself up, and help a friend? Will you ever be whole again? Will you ever?…
We stare at broken clocks, hands still won’t move to the sound of a life lost in endless tragedy And yet we strive on We travel on a desolate road, no clue of where it’ll go or if it will end Sights set on the abyss
A rotation of expectations set to the beat of an incomplete heart Keep us awake at night with the promises of a new start Stare at the windowpane your reflection the only one watching your back But be careful of the trust you put forth for your reflection will surely attack The only thing you feel is a lie; in fact it’s nothing All your being is numb, when the pain would be something The anguish you crave, the hurt you push away It’s a cycle of brutal misery, if only you could feel with me The pain inside, kiss happiness goodbye, emotions will fall to a stand still Contemporary art of death, blue blood and a final breath, the hands are broken because of this sickness Ask yourself will you ever be whole again? Will you pick yourself up, and help a friend? Will you ever be whole again? Will you ever?...
We stare at broken clocks, hands still won’t move to the sound of a life lost in endless tragedy And yet we strive on We travel on a desolate road, no clue of where it’ll go or if it will end Sights set on the abyss We stare at broken clocks, hands still won’t move to the sound of a life lost in endless tragedy And yet we strive on We travel on a desolate road, no clue of where it’ll go or if it will end Sights set on the abyss An abysmal world not soon to be missed.
the casualties, the suicide machines, bad religion, the distillers, guttermouth, iggy pop, mower, MXPX, NoFX, the offsring, pennywise, (the classic) sex pistols, strike anywhere, the unseen (my personal favorite). just some more bands for you guys. some better than others. (just wanted to see some variation)
haha i love the crusades!!! (even though you made it clear it wasnt really about that). the only criticism i have is that the whole bullets flying thing is in fact cliche, i use it in my writing sometimes and i hate when i do it but sometimes you just get stuck. all in all it was decent, obviously you didn't write it in one sit down (i do for most of mine) but since it was your first time writing a song it was good.
2 split personality heros, one saving lives, one slitting throats one building dreams, the other smashing hope. on the side of good, flip-side I'm a dark avenger its nice to have you on our side/finally a tough contender one must always think to theirselves why is it right? why is it wrong to stalk innocence in the dead of night? why must this world be full of such evil things? and why doesn't it have more? I implore you almighty lord a facade if you will, a mask with a sword cutting down ignorance and all of it's bliss lay you to rest with a wound and a kiss.
so far i only have the 1st verse but ill post the rest when i write it. C4c
well now its time to see, WHO IS THE GREATEST METAL BAND OF ALL TIIIIIIME!!!
rules are simple, any band and time period can count: which includes that un-godly aztec thrash metal you listen to when your drunk at a 7 year old's birthday party.
next rule, can be any sub-genre of metal, which includes but not limiting, classic metal, death metal, nu-metal, thrash metal, heavy metal, hair metal, aluminum alloy metal, copper, nickels, and dimes, black metal, silver metal, sweedish metal (gothensburg baby!), head banging metal, metal metal, and whatever other forms of metal you can either think of or make up.
third and most important rule...no, and i mean no, dumb stupid bands that no one likes!!! take for instance iron maiden, ha its not like they have a fan base of 3/4 of the world, i mean come on. but seriously, no stoopid sh!t.
in this thread we will talk about the effects music has on our lives, how music has changed and how music speaks to our souls. anyone can feel free to open to floor and let this discussion begin. (i'd recommend the difference between the music of last generation, stuff like iron maiden, the who, and the beatles, and how the music today has either suffered from the comercialism of the music industry or how there are no more bands that define a generation)<actually lets go with that topic to start off with.
dude that is a sick song, u should scream the capitolized part it would sound so awesome LONG LIVE THE METAL
ya i actually do scream that capitalized part, right after a sort of dark speech in a really deep voice, you know the big part before that. its supposed to be the anti-hero addressing his twisted thoughts in the song.
The rain creates its own fog Covering the concrete of the city streets Lost in internal turmoil, a struggle We all face on our own This city is our own It is every bit apart of us As we are of it It calls to us Like the sirens calling fishermen To their doom We try to resist the urge But we all succumb to temptation, eventually City life is like heroin in our veins We try to stop, but it keeps pulling us back It can turn a shy harmless man Into the next Al Capone It turns all who enter into junkies Sidewalk stands create a subculture Of ethnic ignorance and bliss Among the denizens Of an iron and steel empire Where have all the angels gone? Have they been crucified? Behind the boarded up windows and doors Of abandoned warehouses In the lower slums Of a cultural wonderland At the same time, a wasteland Full of tarnished memories And shattered dreams Sin, falls into place Into the equation of everyday life Innocence is gone Along with the angels We cry for a new day But, until that day We endure the blistering cold winds Slapping us in the face Like a side-effect from an apocalyptic winter Poetic justice serves no purpose In a world where $10 wh0re$ Can bring you as much happiness As opening the first present on Christmas day It last just as long as well When that toy breaks The bleak, meaningless world You try to escape Comes rushing back at you With twice the force as before There is no winning There is only suffering But we enjoy it I can’t possibly explain it.
Little kids play on the blacktop Even though their hands are numb And their faces red from the cold They play They play and play Without a care in the world No taxes to pay, no food to prepare No worry about how they will make it to the next day. Don’t they realize That the world they live in Is full of murder, rape, and drugs All the evils one can imagine But day after day They return to the cracked, rocky blacktop To enjoy life and all of its “uneven surfaces” Only to return back home at their mother’s call There may be hope after all When the first fist falls.
honestly i'm surprised you guys didn't bring out stuff like anti-flag or the inquisition or even the casualties. all i'm hearing is the same stuff, ie;bad religion, dead keneddys, misfits. and wtf is up with green day and my chemical romance?! even if its a joke, its not funny!...ok maybe a little :-)