Posts Tagged ‘music’

That song that makes you chuckle

This morning while on my normal day off, scrounging inside the guts of my computer, and swapping hard drives I had my iPod on. I’m a metalhead 90% of the day. Now that I got that off my chest, I confess I love to hear a sultry voice while I do dirty work. Today while I fiddled and faded Norah Jones filled in the blanks for me.

I had to chuckle when I heard the first few words of the song. Instead of ruining it for you, see the lyrics and/or video below.

Norah Jones – Man of the Hour

It’s him or me
That’s what he said
But I can’t choose
Between a vegan and a pot head
So I chose you, because you’re sweet
And you give me lots of lovin’ and you eat meat
And that’s how you became
My only man of the hour

You never lie
And you don’t cheat
And you don’t have any baggage tied to your forefeet
Do I deserve, to be the one, who will feed you breakfast, lunch,
And dinner and take you to the park at dawn
Will you really be
My only man of the hour

I know you’ll never bring me flowers
Flowers they will only die
And though you’ll never take a shower together
I know you’ll never make me cry
You never argue
You don’t even talk
And I like the way you let me lead you
When we go outside and walk
Will you really be
My only man of the hour?
My only man of the hour.
My only man of the hour.

 

PhilosopherPoet

Those living on the fringe

If you know me well, you may be aware that I listen to a hefty amount of heavy metal. Despite the sensitive poet I can be at times, if you were to catch a glimpse of me in the early morning. You may notice me prancing around the house like a hairy Barbarian.

Most people battle to understand the genre at all, and simply label it as evil. The reason I’m drawn to it, is it attracts that seemingly small group of people living on the fringe of society. I love that. I’m fascinated by extremes that are around us and the “freaks” it gives birth to. I’m the type of person that lives in my head, I can sit for hours on end sometimes watching a couple or a group of kids interact. The novelist in me, will then try and build up a storyline based solely on their appearance.

So my history with heavy metal is a fairly short and succinct one. I once remarked to a friend, “The only reason I like this music, is I wanted to piss off my parents as a teenager. A started listening to this music, and then it started growing on me.” Despite my wry comment, there’s more to it than just projecting your anger on to others.

In my short time with the genre. Metalheads:

  • feel the need to be different.
  • love the arts.
  • are highly creative.
  • have the tendency to be heavy drinkers and/or drug users.
  • are misunderstood.
  • are highly talented musicians, or close friends with them.
  • piss off the general public (although once you get to know them they’re probably more loyal to you than your own dog.)

All the above is true for a number of reasons. I’ll leave you to do the thinking, instead let me debunk a few misguided opinions.

Why all the screaming? What’s the point of listening to music if you can’t hear all the words?

If you listen to music only for the words then you don’t really understand music. I think the reason most people point out the fact that the words aren’t recognizable, is because it’s one the first thing that jars a first-time listener. When your favorite song comes on the radio, you sing along to the chorus (i.e. the most catchy part of the song). The actual meaning behind the words, or the storyline isn’t apparent to you (unless you’ve really done your homework).

What makes metalheads unique is the fact that most of us study the lyrics. We spend hours reading them, and often when we go to gigs we’ll be singing along to the lyrics while they are performed. If you fail to believe me…go ask any seasoned metalhead about songs like Iron Maiden – Number of the Beast, Slayer – Raining Blood, Metallica – Master of Puppets. They might not know the entire song, but they’ll belch out a damn fine chorus.

That music is Satanic. Anyone that uses a pentagram worships the Devil.

Let’s face it, most of us metalheads listen to it for an outward reaction, initially. If you were to do some research, and pool all us headbangers together…only about 3% of us (if that) are “worshipping Lucifer” in our free time. Those who are really serious about it, won’t let you know either. My father spent some time counseling hardcore Satanists as a school teacher…and his remark was that the plain clothes people are the serious concerns to society.

If you’ve ever worn your favorite soccer shirt on the eve of a big game, that same feeling is what metalheads promote. I was in a queue in MacDonald’s the other day (dressed in work uniform), and the metalhead who was served after me saw my pentagram ring and said to me “I see we’re part of the same tribe.”

If I start listening to metal, I’ll end up dirty, badly-dressed, an alcoholic and a drug user.

The media is never a great guide when following popular culture. Journalists thrive on bad news, simply because fear sells papers better than warm feelings. It’s a sad truth. There are those who choose to ‘loose themselves’ in chemicals, but perhaps they need to start journeying into themselves, and learning the patterns in their own psyche?

Calling all metalheads alcoholics, is the same as saying that every guitarist will end up like Kurt Cobain. It’s that fair? I highly doubt it.

Metalheads are angry and pissed off with life. What’s the matter with being happy?

Pissed off and angry is one way of looking at it. We’re honest about the dark side. Most people are afraid to journey there. If I didn’t have metal with me, while I was a depressed teenager perhaps I would’ve committed suicide. If anything a large part of the culture has a never-say-die attitude about it. There’s a freedom to persevere and continue on.

Musicians who have committed suicide, want the easy way out. Living life and surviving, is far more difficult than ending it all. If you’re taking the easy road, you’re not learning anything. Like I mentioned earlier, the image and anger is just an exterior…once you know us we’re your friend for life!

 

Image List:

http://Trellia.deviantart.com/art/Goth-Type-15-The-Metalhead-50905521

http://khos-prinz.deviantart.com/art/metalhead-62727039

http://TheWolfess.deviantart.com/art/Metalhead-201277266

 http://LorjanaLucic.deviantart.com/art/Metalhead-I-186581337

 http://katedeannn.deviantart.com/art/Metalhead-207301467

 

 

PhilosopherPoet

Everyday Normal Guy

This song I’ve listened to countless times and always end up laughing by the end of it.

:D

Source: http://www.jonlajoie.com/chordsandlyrics.html

Jon Lajoie – Everyday Normal Guy

Chorus
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
Nothing special about me motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
When I go to clubs I wait in line motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
I got $600 dollars in the bank motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
And my sexual performance is an average

Verse 1
I work in customer services for a phone company,
I make 12 bucks an hour and thats all I need,
I live in a small apartment on a quiet street,
I don’t go out that much,I like to watch TV,
I can’t afford a car,I use public transportation,
I don’t mind I read until I reach my destination,
Sometimes a newspaper,sometimes a book,
The amount of money I save,this shit is off the hook,
And I’m not very good with the women, I’m a pretty sharp and I’m average looking,the last time I had sex was 2003 and I’m ashamed to admit it wasn’t free.
Chorus 2
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
I get nervous in social situations mother fucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
I get constipated once a month motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
And I make pretty good spagetti sauces motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
And I get scared when I go see the dentist,

Verse 2
I’m the polysure of everyday life,
I’m easily forgetable and I’m not very light,
I am according to gym personality,
As entertaining as a fucking STD,
If you wanna mess with me,then you probably can,because
I’m not confident and I’m weak for a man,
I’ll just roll up in a bar when you kick me in the back and honestly I won’t fight back,and I don’t have many friend that’ll back me up,but my friend steve will but he’s not very tough,
(Steve)”You want some of this bitch,”
If you rarely get laid put your hands up,
If you’re not well paid put your hands up,
If you’ve got a pet cat put your hands up,
If you’ve got a bad back put your hands up,
(jon)
“I hurt my back two summers ago moving a fridge,ever since then it’s just not the same you know it gets…
it gets pretty sore.”

Chorus 3
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
My parents are real nice people motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
I’m somewhat afraid of heights…motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
I like to grace and anime motherfucker,
I’m just a regular,everyday,normal guy,
And I’m pretty good at making paper planes,

PhilosopherPoet

plastic

tonight while i cook
i look into
hannah’s faded face
with her flaking fingers
she clings onto that
microphone full of grit
and glamour
- so the crits say

she’s getting old now
the flowery spotlight
drowns the echoes of
female essence floating

through her clothes
she’s a singer now
my dad told me once that
yesterday’s heroes only
eat the bread that
certain slivers
of society bake
in their unconscious oven

i wash the dishes and
my hands graze hannah’s
supply neck and muffle
her laminated lips

perhaps it’s time i buy
a new radio with
a round volume dial
that can cloak the chime
of adolescent deejays

and allow me to sleep
for a few more minutes

PhilosopherPoet

the can-man (revised)

Harry was a can man
‘the best in town’
built bridges on tears
that fell
down to the
Ground.

Harry had a must
that
bent and bothered
The rest of us
He drew with him a fair
crowd,
but he could not hear the
music.

Harry was a grand spick-an-span
man. He saw no evil
or heavy regret that
rusted in our throats.
He made the world find a laugh,
because he could not hear the music.

Harry was today’s fan, he babbled
away that he had a plan, to solve the
waste the draped the day.
That only happened in hairy tales
it told toddlers playtime was up,
a toy was about to break.

Harry lost the fans, the can
and his plan. They all fell away
like folding cards, buckled behind
bigger fears.

He cried in his stone-cloned room,
he lost the nerve to pick up
his drooping head.
Harry could whisper, a small
‘if only’ that fell onto his drawing
of the best can man in town. a
Giant who spoke resounding thoughts
(and most probably)
could hear the music.

PhilosopherPoet

Hardcore and Emo

Well, the truth of the matter is…it all starts in a classroom. This is a place where I’m surrounded by noisy college students, first year.

I like to think that I’m the average student who enjoys to learn. To be more accurate I’d say that I enjoy the community in which learning takes place.

Anyway I hear an emo kid starts talking about blogging. Its just your normal conversation that you hear him say. He is horribly emo I hate to admit. He kinda reminds me of a teddy bear. Plump, friendly, open hearted…and wears earings!

He’s a decent enough guy, coming from a decent family, going to a decent college, but annoying me to no end. I gave into a dare (one thing a man shouldn’t do). And the result was a race to our cars and seeing who could get home and blog first.

He won. And it was months ago so I can’t really remember his blogs either, but I failed. I lost to an Emo.

The emo culture gets to me. Well, the main reason is because its a commercialised version of metal that borrows from punk and goth…becoming a black hole of feeling for your average mixed up teenager.

The other reason is the confusion. Due to the emotional quality of the music itself, I don’t think that emos really know where they stand in the first place. But how often is emo actually confused with emotion and not culture?

People all the time say to each other ‘stop being so emo’ or ‘you’re an emo fag’ and everything along those lines. Well…what is the point? I would love some one to say to me, ‘stop being so nu metal’ or ‘you’re a thrash addict’. Instead I heard my friend Jono…the Teddy Bear.

He’s also into the christian circle, which further limits his version of emo. To be honest, I don’t know him well enough to say whether he does have an emo collection of music or not.

After all he is a teddy bear that bounces around a lot, and can ‘get a bit too much’ sometimes…but at the end of the day you still want to hug him. (emotionally speaking that is, otherwise my heterosexual tendencies could be in question)

Jono reckons that he listens to hardcore metal/rock whatever you’d like to call it. Sometimes, with regards to the music industry I give up on names, due to the fact that after a while you forget who you’re talking about and just mention the category.

Anyway Jono…if you ever get to read this blog. I would probably say that you’re not an Emo at all. But most probably a Hardcore Emotional Teddy Bear.

PhilosopherPoet

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