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C'mon, just look at the insight of these wonderful rhymes. Now, some of you may not understand these, but that is because your simple minds listen to manufactured POP music. Linkin Park, although manufactured, are good because they're METAL, which means they're much cooler than Steps and the like. For you silly people, I have anylysed the lyrics.
Here we go...
By Myself
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
This is about someone walking along a street, being followed by some unscrupulous types. The singer is wondering if he should carry on walking with his eyes closed (If I can't see them then they can't see me), or if he should do nothing because the people behind him are just dreams.
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Now, the singer is debating about wheather or not he should go and try to catch the muggers red handed, risking looking like a fool if they are actually dreams. This is so relevent to modern life - I mean, think of all the times you get followed by muggers that you think might be dreams!
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (Myself)
This is really clever, because it's about a completely different subject. This subtlely relates to how modern life is always changeing, sometimes mid-verse.
Pre chorus:
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
If I turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
(By myself)
Pre chorus
Chorus
How do you think I've lost so much
I'm so afraid, I'm out of touch
How do you expect I will know what to do
When all I know is what you tell me to
Don't you know
I can't tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can't seem to convince myself why
I'm stuck on the outside
Chorus (2x)
Just read them. Dont they rule?
Here we go...
By Myself
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
This is about someone walking along a street, being followed by some unscrupulous types. The singer is wondering if he should carry on walking with his eyes closed (If I can't see them then they can't see me), or if he should do nothing because the people behind him are just dreams.
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Now, the singer is debating about wheather or not he should go and try to catch the muggers red handed, risking looking like a fool if they are actually dreams. This is so relevent to modern life - I mean, think of all the times you get followed by muggers that you think might be dreams!
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (Myself)
This is really clever, because it's about a completely different subject. This subtlely relates to how modern life is always changeing, sometimes mid-verse.
Pre chorus:
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself
I can't hold on
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
If I turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
(By myself)
Pre chorus
Chorus
How do you think I've lost so much
I'm so afraid, I'm out of touch
How do you expect I will know what to do
When all I know is what you tell me to
Don't you know
I can't tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can't seem to convince myself why
I'm stuck on the outside
Chorus (2x)
Just read them. Dont they rule?
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Bleeders wrote:
> MWA - You rule!
Far were an awesome band! And I'm glad someone else saw Jonah
> Mantranga's genius, check out his new band, New End Original, their album is
> also very cool indeed.
BLEEDERS! YOUR A FAR FAN! COOOOOOOL!
I talk to Jonah on his website, onelinedrawing.com
That's his new solo project and the music is cool and I love New End Original and Shauns (far gutiarist) band - The Revoultion Smile!
What your fav far songs man?
MWA
P.S U RULE
> MWA - You rule!
Far were an awesome band! And I'm glad someone else saw Jonah
> Mantranga's genius, check out his new band, New End Original, their album is
> also very cool indeed.
BLEEDERS! YOUR A FAR FAN! COOOOOOOL!
I talk to Jonah on his website, onelinedrawing.com
That's his new solo project and the music is cool and I love New End Original and Shauns (far gutiarist) band - The Revoultion Smile!
What your fav far songs man?
MWA
P.S U RULE
MWA - You rule!
Far were an awesome band! And I'm glad someone else saw Jonah Mantranga's genius, check out his new band, New End Original, their album is also very cool indeed.
Far were an awesome band! And I'm glad someone else saw Jonah Mantranga's genius, check out his new band, New End Original, their album is also very cool indeed.
I dont like Linkin Park......... at all.
I'm more of a Feeder fan myself..
Stereotypical Feeder fan:
He's got a brand new car..
And a CD player, player, player which has apparently got stuck..
I'm more of a Feeder fan myself..
Stereotypical Feeder fan:
He's got a brand new car..
And a CD player, player, player which has apparently got stuck..
(This post is not about Linkin Park (Lincoln Park))
I like these words, sound's better with music but you know.....
Far - Nestle
And he always wrote
And he always called
And he never lied
'cause he never said anything at all
In a world of dirt I am raining,
I'm eroding
But which one of us?
In a chorus of maybes, I realize...
When I started this, I was thinking of my Father
Now a holy ghost
Now see one become the other
One become me I realize...
Nestle, I won't ever let you go.
Now how short is that? And how they make it work to be a whole song is amazing, the music - beauty!
Far - In 2 Again
To another, to anyone but me
It's so obvious, so painfully
And I worry that everyone but me will be laughing at
something I didn't see
Anyone but me
Everyone but me
Into another, in too deep
Like bees to flowers, sex to steal
And before ever
will we be in 2 again?
(praise the boy, he's a strong one
he can train the horse
Hitch the bit, pull it tighter, 'til he cries out
Other day, boy led the horse across the creek
broke his leg, nearly drowned him
now they're both no good
Take 'em out to the barn out back, let the boy
pull the trigger
Leave 'em both where you found 'em
Leave 'em both for dead
In 2 Again
Far - Man Overboard
'Open Areas' was the name of the book he never wrote...
We paved the roads
We really blanketed everything
We never...
He tried the West
He really studied the signs
He never...
Man overboard!
Far - Another Way Out
She said she liked the way I felt
and breaking down my boundaries
She found her way around
Myself, I wished I'd never come home
Kicked in and sure you wanted it
You wish you'd never gone or thought of it
Another Way Out
And you find yourself alone
Crazy and alone again
You wish you weren't so afraid
You wish something would come along
To make you want to
So find me something you would never know
Wade into my water
Find me something good.
Far - Waiting for Sunday
I'm always frightened
I wear my helmet every day
I'm scared the sky might tumble down from heaven
I blame my neighbors
I wish that they'd all move away
They're all on welfare, kill babies, pass bad laws, start all the wars
I wait for a miracle
I go to big building, I pray
I dance with demons, they whisper my fate
Scare me into thinking I'm saved
We're all so tired
We wear our raincoats every day
To keep the wet and wind and world out
Waiting for Sunday
Far - What I've Wanted To Say
The best and the worst of me at the same time,
Make a tin cans with strings to you, let you know I really mean it all,
And the more I say it the more I just sound like a carnival barker yelling selling art,
Just don't worry about looking dumb, I do it all the time, it's actually pretty fun, and whatever, it's overblown, as relative as hot and cold and good and bad and young and old.
Do anything, there's no wrong, it's all right,
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time,
I wish for you what I wish for me,
the flashlight, the means, the reason, the medium,
I will say this, will you listen? If you don't listen I don't mind,
I'll still say it if you don't listen,
If you don't listen I don't mind,
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time
Far - In The Aisle, Yelling
Blessed be messed up me. Should I feel different? Was I crying to get my face wet? To discern what I did from what I've thought...It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got. It's part of me... Blessed be. Low-lit theater, quiet crowd. I'm on the screen, projected; I'm in the aisle, yelling fire.
Far - Girl
I am not to blame (I was just a little girl). I am still ashamed in a way. But you never said you were just a little girl; you can always call my name. All for love...so you said. Out of love... so I fell. Things you never said (I was just a little girl). Were you scared or ashamed?
Then you took away my little place in the world, where I would play. All this time... You will never say I was just a little girl ever again.
Job's Eyes
The birds would laugh at Job, their song would torture him. Always, a steady rain fell, soaking and chilling him. He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon. He would walk for miles, muttering, "I'm sure this rain won't last. I'm sure it's time is up. Though it's pouring down, I'm sure this rain won't last." As it fell on Job's eyes, this water of doubt, he said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out. But if you want it, all right. I'll buy it." The trees whispered to Job. The wind screamed, "blood too dirty for mosquitoes, I hope that you die soon.
Pray to any god you believe in." One day, Job screamed back.
"Those people, they had families. Their families don't have them. You're not any god I believe in. I hope the rain ruins the work you did." At that moment, the clouds parted. Job found himself in the sun. Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created. He moaned, "I'm sure this rain won't last. I'm sure it's time is up. Though it's pouring
down, I'm sure this rain won't last."
Far - Sorrow's End
I used to think, "I've never been through it, the deaths and stuff that make us old enough." Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don't know. We traded voices, blurted accidents. Brutal Winter froze through Spring's slow crawl. In the Summer's burn, the impending Fall.
Just some of them.....:-)
I like these words, sound's better with music but you know.....
Far - Nestle
And he always wrote
And he always called
And he never lied
'cause he never said anything at all
In a world of dirt I am raining,
I'm eroding
But which one of us?
In a chorus of maybes, I realize...
When I started this, I was thinking of my Father
Now a holy ghost
Now see one become the other
One become me I realize...
Nestle, I won't ever let you go.
Now how short is that? And how they make it work to be a whole song is amazing, the music - beauty!
Far - In 2 Again
To another, to anyone but me
It's so obvious, so painfully
And I worry that everyone but me will be laughing at
something I didn't see
Anyone but me
Everyone but me
Into another, in too deep
Like bees to flowers, sex to steal
And before ever
will we be in 2 again?
(praise the boy, he's a strong one
he can train the horse
Hitch the bit, pull it tighter, 'til he cries out
Other day, boy led the horse across the creek
broke his leg, nearly drowned him
now they're both no good
Take 'em out to the barn out back, let the boy
pull the trigger
Leave 'em both where you found 'em
Leave 'em both for dead
In 2 Again
Far - Man Overboard
'Open Areas' was the name of the book he never wrote...
We paved the roads
We really blanketed everything
We never...
He tried the West
He really studied the signs
He never...
Man overboard!
Far - Another Way Out
She said she liked the way I felt
and breaking down my boundaries
She found her way around
Myself, I wished I'd never come home
Kicked in and sure you wanted it
You wish you'd never gone or thought of it
Another Way Out
And you find yourself alone
Crazy and alone again
You wish you weren't so afraid
You wish something would come along
To make you want to
So find me something you would never know
Wade into my water
Find me something good.
Far - Waiting for Sunday
I'm always frightened
I wear my helmet every day
I'm scared the sky might tumble down from heaven
I blame my neighbors
I wish that they'd all move away
They're all on welfare, kill babies, pass bad laws, start all the wars
I wait for a miracle
I go to big building, I pray
I dance with demons, they whisper my fate
Scare me into thinking I'm saved
We're all so tired
We wear our raincoats every day
To keep the wet and wind and world out
Waiting for Sunday
Far - What I've Wanted To Say
The best and the worst of me at the same time,
Make a tin cans with strings to you, let you know I really mean it all,
And the more I say it the more I just sound like a carnival barker yelling selling art,
Just don't worry about looking dumb, I do it all the time, it's actually pretty fun, and whatever, it's overblown, as relative as hot and cold and good and bad and young and old.
Do anything, there's no wrong, it's all right,
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time,
I wish for you what I wish for me,
the flashlight, the means, the reason, the medium,
I will say this, will you listen? If you don't listen I don't mind,
I'll still say it if you don't listen,
If you don't listen I don't mind,
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time
Far - In The Aisle, Yelling
Blessed be messed up me. Should I feel different? Was I crying to get my face wet? To discern what I did from what I've thought...It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got. It's part of me... Blessed be. Low-lit theater, quiet crowd. I'm on the screen, projected; I'm in the aisle, yelling fire.
Far - Girl
I am not to blame (I was just a little girl). I am still ashamed in a way. But you never said you were just a little girl; you can always call my name. All for love...so you said. Out of love... so I fell. Things you never said (I was just a little girl). Were you scared or ashamed?
Then you took away my little place in the world, where I would play. All this time... You will never say I was just a little girl ever again.
Job's Eyes
The birds would laugh at Job, their song would torture him. Always, a steady rain fell, soaking and chilling him. He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon. He would walk for miles, muttering, "I'm sure this rain won't last. I'm sure it's time is up. Though it's pouring down, I'm sure this rain won't last." As it fell on Job's eyes, this water of doubt, he said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out. But if you want it, all right. I'll buy it." The trees whispered to Job. The wind screamed, "blood too dirty for mosquitoes, I hope that you die soon.
Pray to any god you believe in." One day, Job screamed back.
"Those people, they had families. Their families don't have them. You're not any god I believe in. I hope the rain ruins the work you did." At that moment, the clouds parted. Job found himself in the sun. Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created. He moaned, "I'm sure this rain won't last. I'm sure it's time is up. Though it's pouring
down, I'm sure this rain won't last."
Far - Sorrow's End
I used to think, "I've never been through it, the deaths and stuff that make us old enough." Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don't know. We traded voices, blurted accidents. Brutal Winter froze through Spring's slow crawl. In the Summer's burn, the impending Fall.
Just some of them.....:-)
Monkey_With_Attitude wrote:
> I hate Linkin Park.........now
Infact after listening to some Emo-Core I hate
> Headline grabbing Metal!
& Punk stuff of course...........thats worse.
> I hate Linkin Park.........now
Infact after listening to some Emo-Core I hate
> Headline grabbing Metal!
& Punk stuff of course...........thats worse.
Firebalt wrote:
By Myself is an excellent example of the kind of lyrics they 'spit out'.
urmmmmmmmm GREAT!?
By Myself is an excellent example of the kind of lyrics they 'spit out'.
urmmmmmmmm GREAT!?
I hate Linkin Park.........now
Infact after listening to some Emo-Core I hate Headline grabbing Metal!
Infact after listening to some Emo-Core I hate Headline grabbing Metal!
adrian wrote:
> I too am a big Linkin Park fan. There album is amazing.
Amazing in the Steptacular sense or amazing in damn there sooo good?
> I too am a big Linkin Park fan. There album is amazing.
Amazing in the Steptacular sense or amazing in damn there sooo good?
I too am a big Linkin Park fan. There album is amazing.
Mouldy Cheese wrote:
> LOL!
I wasn't being serious, BTW. Linkin Parks lyrics are some of the worst I
> have ever heard.
Which you might have understood if you read it.
In that case I think Firebolt might feel a little stupid :D
No offense Firebalt... (I've made a powerful enemy today... arghh! He shot me! Call the police!)
> LOL!
I wasn't being serious, BTW. Linkin Parks lyrics are some of the worst I
> have ever heard.
Which you might have understood if you read it.
In that case I think Firebolt might feel a little stupid :D
No offense Firebalt... (I've made a powerful enemy today... arghh! He shot me! Call the police!)
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