The Knife. Forest Families. Silent Shout. Rabid Records. 2006.
Too far away from the city
Some kids left on the road
They said we have a communist in the family
I had to wear a mask
Too far away from the city
We had to make this room
Fathers were football players, formal works, policemen
What the mothers did I didn’t know
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
I saw her body organ
She was laughing while pressing the keys
She said my favourite book was dirty and
“You shouldn’t shout, you can read.”
Too far away from the city
We never heard its noise
We learned how to stay fit and things like
Green-tones hide the blush
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
Too far away from the city
We came to breathe clean air
Nature left a safe oasis
And the mothers walked towards the forest
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
(es realmente fascinante)
This photo - sums up everything about following a band.
The air of the summer night is buzzing with of the sound of insects, which is fitting considering that the energy of the concert you just experience has yet to fade as you stand waiting for the tank to fill. Your body still feels the impact of the crowd, pressing you hard into the barricade. Your ears still ring to heavy guitars drums and the sound of his voice while in your head, images of vibrant light flash in time with the lights cars racing by the lights the highway. You’ve changed out of your pit clothes, and you stand now - still sweaty - but in a plain mini skirt or mini dress, something mundane - for you that is.
It isn’t quite yet midnight and yet the day has for the most part - ended - you need to be getting on to the next city for tomorrow night’s show - you are on schedule to arrive just before dawn. It is like living some sort of a half life. Midnights and mornings however, are no longer a determining factor - there is no time when you do not sleep, when days are spent camped out with your comrades in arms - the other fans, and your nights are spent taking turns at the wheel - whatever it takes to get you team - your family safety to the next city.
Geography matters, for you will soon be crossing one or more state lines, and possibly even on into another time zone, but you can’t really remember. You had spent so much time planing out the tour before it began. Eleven shows and you had each one so carefully mapped out and time, but every tour it is the same thing. Your friends, “Just come to the next show - I know someone who has a ticket, I have room for you in the car,” and you do not question, you just thank them profusely and help them in the same way when their time comes. One show leads on into another, day becomes night, night becomes day - just keep playing great music - don’t sleep and you will be fine.
You aren’t tired as you stand there, reliving the set list, glowing shamelessly as you recall the moments when he made eye contact with you. How could you be tired? You hear your friends laughing in the car - this is a joke - a frequency that only you and they could ever understand. What are hours and miles now you wonder - I have to drive all night - again.
Suddenly your eyes fall upon the Stop sign. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you rational side, long since buried and silenced by your spirit, and a little voice tells you to listen - Stop. But before you can even begin to process the thought, both your spirit and your rational mind begin to laugh. The tank has just hit full, and it is time to Go.
This was the BEST fucking movie that Nobody understood. This movie sums up my entire life. No matter how horrible things are - the second I put on good music I am off fighting dragons. Most of us are trapped in horrible life situations. We went to school we worked we suffered, we thought we’d be OK, instead we are living hand to mouth and working longer and longer hours at a job that slowly kills us. Most people just accept this… The rest of us know better.
We survive by escaping into Hogwarts, or through the Tardis, we Cosplay, we read and write fan fic. Reality is a prison - the rest of us have the weapons to escape.
From Mugglenet. I’m not sure who did this, more importantly, I’m not even sure what to do about this……
Also I know all the kids fancy Snape to be Goth/Emo but since he was young in the late 70’s/early 80’s, he’d technically be Glam Rock/New Wave.
‘When I buy a book, I don’t want to see how the writer looks. So why do we do that with the people who make music?’ - Karin
