Ci sono volte in cui mia madre passa per la mia stanza ed involontariamente ascolta ciò che ho nello stereo, perché il volume è abbastanza alto. A volte mi chiede chi stia ascoltando perché le piace, tipo l'altro ieri ascoltavo Vinicio, le piacque molto e le prestai canzoni a manovella, poi ci sono volte che dice "abbassa sto casino e scendi a cenare" cosa successa ieri. (per i curiosi, il casino erano i Casualties)
Oggi invece è andata diversa, non mi ha detto di abbassare, non mi ha chiesto di prestargli il disco, mi ha detto se volevo andare da uno specialista,e mi ha detto pure che non c'era nulla di cui vergognarsi; si vede che il fatto che stavo ascoltando i Bring Me The Horizon abbia fatto pensare a mia madre che sto fuori, che ascolto uno vomitare, che ho dei problemi. Ma c'è anche da dire che l'urlo più potente che mi madre abbia mai sentito in vita sua è John Lennon in "Twist and Shout".
Le ho spiagto che i BMTH spaccano, fanno Grindcore, che è un genere musicale che fa andare le grancasse a 3000, si sente gente vomitare, e lo si ascolta ad un volume mooolto alto. Le ho prestato "Suicide Season", album molto bello, violento, 10 brani che scorrono bene, e pensare che il vomitatore...ehm, scusate il cantante del gruppo è un ragazzino di 22 anni, ed è pure vegetariano!!! Voi direte (che problema c'è col fatto che sia vegetariano?) ma come? Dico io, fa Grindcore non può essere vegetariano, io credevo bevesse latte di capra morta o cose del genere ahahahah.
Vabè fatto sta che mia madre mi aveva riportato il disco dopo tre minuti, non gli era piacuto e, cosa ancor più bella è stata quando ho aperto la custodia, non c'era più il mio amato disco ma bensì... Un disco di Neil Sedaka.
Morale della storia: Di mamma c'è ne solo una tutte le altre son nessuno
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02 Chelsea Smile (05:02)
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
It sits in silence, eats away at me.
It feeds like cancer. This guilt could fill a fucking sea.
Pulling teeth, wolves at my door.
Now falling and failing is all I know.
This disease is getting worse.
I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse.
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
Yeah!
The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night.
I'm buried and breathing in regret.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.
I see the vultures, they watch me bleed.
They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me.
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for...
Repent! Repent! The end is nigh!
Repent! Repent! We're all gonna die!
Repent! Repent! These secrets will kill us!
So get on your knees, and pray for forgiveness!
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Why would he believe in me?
Ruh!
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you will never know.
You will never know.
I know something you don't know.
08 The Sadness Will Never End (05:22)
Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs, they start to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck
I can't believe it's come to this
And dear, I fear
That this ship is sinking tonight
I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
And I'll save you from yourself
And I'll save you from yourself
Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs begin to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck
I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear
I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear
This ship is sinking
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure on your lips
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure
Close your eyes
There's nothing we can do
But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves
You're trapped in your past
Like it's six feet under
I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
Try to numb the pain
With alcohol and pills
But it won't repair your trust
You can't stand on two fucking feet
With a substance as a crutch
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
09 No Need for Introductions, I've Read About Girls Like You on the Backs of Toilet Doors (00:59)
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Di mourning_palace
Una band che ha sfruttato abbastanza l'attuale situazione musicale, rifilando a chi era concentrato su band scontate un sound sostanzialmente malvagio.
Il nuovo metal e hardcore sono racchiusi qua dentro.
