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Satan's Majestic Empire
Nov 2001
time: 06:21
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 @ Haupt. Dietrich
Whenever I feel depressed, I always end up listening to TIAMAT and KATATONIA (the metal band), they have lots of nice, depressing stuff
Besides those, I really like the lyrics of SOFT CELL - "Bedsitter":
"Sunday morning going slow; I'm talking to the radio;
Clothes and records on the floor; Memories of the night before.
Out in clubland having fun; And now I'm hiding from the sun;
Waiting for a visitor; Though no-one knows I'm here for sure
Dancing, laughing; Drinking, loving; And now I'm all alone in bedsit land -- my only home.
I think it's time to cook a meal, to fill the emptiness I feel;
Spent my money going out; I've nothing; I'm left without.
Clean my teeth and comb my hair; Look for something new to wear;
Start the nightlife over again; Kid myself I'm having fun.
Dancing, laughing; Drinking, loving; And now I'm all alone in bedsit land -- my only home.
Look out from my window view; I've really nothing else to do;
Read a book and write a letter; Mother, things are getting better.
Watch the mirror, count the lines; The battle scars of all the good times;
Look around and I can see a thousand people just like me.
Dancing, laughing; Drinking, loving; And now I'm all alone in bedsit land -- my only home.
I'm waiting for something; I'm only passing time."
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Richelieu
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Gatineau
Dec 2001
time: 00:21
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Blue on Black - Kenny Wayne Sheppard Band - is a recent one that i like.
Sorry seems to be the hardest word - Elton John - was good when i was younger but now seems over the top.
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C0ckney
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Big Up The Macedonian Massive
Apr 2000
time: 05:21
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Only You by Portishead
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frostycreep
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Devon, England
May 2002
time: 05:21
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I second Radiohead's creep. Come to think of it, all of Radioheads stuff is pretty depressing. Another depressing one that comes to mind is Street Spirit.
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Richelieu
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Gatineau
Dec 2001
time: 00:21
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Losing it - Rush
The dancer slows her frantic pace
In pain and desperation
Her aching limbs and downcast face
Aglow with perspiration.
Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire
With just the briefest pause
Then flooding through her memory
The echoes of old applause.
And she limps across the floor
And closes her bedroom door.
The writer stares with glassy eyes
Defies the empty page
His beard is white, his face is lined
And streaked with tears of rage.
Thirty years ago how the words would flow
With passion and precision
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision.
And he stares out the kitchen door
Where the sun will rise no more.
Some are born to move the world
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we'd like to be.
Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee.
For you the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee.
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Richelieu
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Gatineau
Dec 2001
time: 00:21
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That would be depressing
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