Saturday, January 25, 2014

Slipknot - Snuff

Snuff is a song that has always got my attention. When I first heard it, I was curious about it. I started listening to it over and over again. I memorized the lyrics just by listening to the song so many times. During classes, I always wrote the lyrics on my notebook pages, and used it whenever the teacher asked us to bring a song and explain its meaning. I always chose Snuff. It is fantastic. It is dark and sad, but happy in some way. I hope you enjoy it.


Lyrics:
Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can't destroy what isn't there

Deliver me into my fate
If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago
If I can change I hope I never know

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your lights
But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight

So save your breath, I will not care
I think I made it very clear
You couldn't hate enough to love
Is that supposed to be enough?

I only wish you weren't my friend
Then I could hurt you in the end
I never claimed to be a saint
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go

So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself

And I won?t listen to your shame
You ran away, you?re all the same
Angels lie to keep control
Ooh, my love was punished long ago
If you still care don't ever let me know
If you still care don't ever let me know

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

巡音ルカ Megurine Luka ~ Forbidden Happiness

So today I thought of bringing you "Japanese rock". In this occasion, it is Vocaloid music (click here to find out more about Vocaloid). My favorite Vocaloid is 巡音ルカ (Megurine Luka). This song is called Forbidden Happiness, from the album of the same name. I hope you like it \m/

Monday, January 13, 2014

Korn - Falling Away from Me

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Margaret Priebe - Awesome Granny is Awesome \m/

Well, I was searching the web when I ran into this:

Margaret Priebe is 85 years old...and a huge Metallica fan!!! She's going to the show on Oct. 3 with her son, Jim Priebe. While Margaret was fighting cancer - and getting chemo - she'd stay up late and listen to Metallica on her MP3 player, especially the band's live recording with the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra. She says the heavy metal band got her through the tough times. "I always liked rock music," Priebe said. "I love drums, and I like the way they play."

LARGO — Jim Priebe will never forget how he found out: Nine years ago, he called home to check on his mother, a routine how-ya-doin' in the middle of the day. Margaret Priebe — in her mid 70s at the time — was just fine . . . in the garage, car doors open, stereo cranking.
Jim shouted into the phone:
"What's that noise, Mom?!"
She shouted back:
"Metallica!"
Metallica: the iconic thrash quartet, four surly dudes hammering dark, demonic nightmares at head-splitting volumes.
Mama, it turns out, was a metalhead.
• • •
“I always liked rock music,” said  Margaret Priebe. “I like the way they play.”
She's 85 now, and still into it.
Mother and son have tickets to Metallica's show at the St. Pete Times Forum on Saturday. They wouldn't miss it — not after last year, a hard year for Margaret. She battled lymphoma and chemo and lonely nights in the hospital when the only thing she could do was untangle the headphones of her MP3 player and tune out: Enter Sandman, Bleeding Me, Devil's Dance.
Heavy metal for heavy times.
"I like Metallica — there's nothing wrong with them," says Margaret, who knows she's likely to be the only person at the concert born during the Coolidge administration. "People think I'm weird. But I'm sorry, I like it loud."
At home, on a table next to her favorite chair, are an Art of Knitting DVD, a giant magnifying glass, The Rough Guide to Heavy Metal and a magazine devoted to the four men in Metallica: singer James Hetfield, drummer Lars Ulrich, guitarist Kirk Hammett and bassist Robert Trujillo.
"Mom likes Lars," says Jim, 48, who builds Koi ponds and waterfalls. "She likes drummers."
"Lars is cute," says Margaret. "But I like 'em all." She also digs Ozzy Osbourne, Judas Priest. "And I like the Molly Hatchet."
• • •
This isn't some hard-of-hearing joke, mind you. Margaret doesn't use an aid; she hears well enough. This is about someone who for eight decades was denied her inalienable right to rock. And now it's time.
Margaret grew up in Detroit, a fan of drummer Gene Krupa. But: "My mother and father never cared for the orchestras — they thought they were too jazzy."
Lars Ulrich talking with Margaret Priebe.
She took piano lessons to quench her musical thirst. But: "I hated what I had to play. The scales and music you didn't hear on the radio. Why couldn't I play what's popular?"
After inspecting plane engines during WWII — B-24s to be exact — Margaret met the man who became her husband. They moved to Cleveland, then Florida, and enjoyed a 44-year marriage until his death.
Well, mostly enjoyed it. "He didn't like the hard music. I couldn't turn on the stuff when he was around."
Now it's just Margaret and Jim. They share a house in the buttoned-down Lakeside Estates neighborhood. About nine years back, Margaret turned on the radio and heard Metallica's 1999 S&M album, recorded with the San Francisco Symphony. She bought it; she blasted it. For the first time in her life, there was no one to tell her no.
"It soothes me," she says, surely the first time in the band's 28-year history that anyone has made that claim. "Metallica takes your mind off of things when you listen to them."
Margaret has been cancer-free for a year. But she still "always has Metallica with her," says Deanna Vannatta, her nurse at Morton Plant Mease Primary Care. "She rocks out!"
Vannatta, 50, remembers the first time she asked what Margaret had on her MP3 player.
"Metallica," she answered.
"Oh," Vannatta said, pausing, "are you sure?"
The rockingest band Margaret ever saw was the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, so hearing Metallica live will be like going from lighting cherry bombs to jamming your head in a cannon. She's pumped, however, and she doesn't care if people stare. Margaret likes to live life loudly.
She encourages her son to do the same. Lately, Jim has been teaching himself how to play guitar.
"I think it's good for him," says Margaret. "You don't have to be a certain age to start."


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