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Yes I am a metalhead and very proud of it but at the same time I do realize that there is amazing and wonderful music out there to be discovered beyond the shell of a single genre so I don’t want to hear any fucking shit about it. Ok with that being said I shall continue on.
This next song I feel a real connection with lyrically. At least viewed from a male perspective. Mostly because I rarely ever open up to peple. I don’t trust many people enough to expose myself in such a way and yet at the same time I find that there is a lot of me that remains hidden even from myself. Many times I have found myself staring in the mirror and wondering who I am looking at. I feel this song relates heavily to both those situations. Once again. Quite a contrast from her other songs I have shared. Enjoy.
“What If”
Here you sit in your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn’t know ’cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor
If you like we could play a game
Let’s pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do
And I’m far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don’t care what you think anyway
‘Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah, what if you were, what if you were?
And what if I’m a snowstorm burning?
What if I’m a world unturning?
What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I’m the kindest demon,
Something you may not believe in?
What if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?
I know you’ve got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I’m the end of your telescope
I don’t change just to suit your vision
‘Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands
And you close your eyes when I say I’m breaking free
And put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I’m not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose?
And what if I’m a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow?
What if I’m a socialite who wants to be alone?
What if I’m a toothless leopard?
What if I’m a sheepless shepherd?
What if I’m an angel without wings to take me home?
You don’t know me
Never will, never will
I’m outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can’t see me
Never will, never will
If you’re never gonna see
What if I’m a crowded desert,
Too much pain with little pleasure?
What if I’m the nicest place you never want to go?
What if I don’t know who I am?
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know
What if I’m a snowstorm burning?
What if I’m a world unturning?
What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I’m the kindest demon,
Something you may not believe in?
What if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?
Sleep
Sleep
This next song is rumoured to be directed at Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins (which I wouldn’t doubt because he is a real pompous prick) but who knows for sure. If true then the line “by the way, your poetry sucks” probably is in reference to his poetry book Blinking With Fists. I think you can start to see the diversity in her style by now.
“I Know Where You Sleep”
I know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
Manipulate me if you can
Go on and fool me like your biggest fan
I know
The arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear
I know
The bigoted tongue that tears apart all your fear
Pontificate you faded star
Go on and show them who you really are
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep
I know
The illness behind the image that you create
I know
The tedious need to turn all your love to hate
You poor pathetic paranoid
Is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep
(Sleep)
(Sleep)
(Sleep)
You play the victim very well
You build your self-indulgent hell
You wanted someone to understand you
Well, be careful what you wish for because I do
You’ve got a fancy turn of pharse
You set your trap
You made your plays
You’re so fond of games
You must never lose
Funny how the only one in your bed is…
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
Fake
Crawl
Search
Kill!
Oh my god
Oh my god
I touched you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
God save the queen
I loved you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
Oh, oh
I fucked you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
I can ne–ver live it…down
Oh, I know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your…bed
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep
I’m wishing you the best of luck
And by the way
Your poetry sucks (x4)
I always found it fascinating how being told that you fight like a girl has always been looked at as a bad/weak thing. I think us men forget how ruthless and vicious women can be. Not only in humans but throughout the animal kingdom in general. The saying is “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” for a reason. They can be so loving, caring, affectionate but pushed too far and the next thing you know you got some fatal attraction shit going on or your dick is in a ditch somewhere. Think I’m joking? Go ask John Bobbitt. 🙂 So maybe the next time someone says you fight like a girl…..the correct response should be…..Thanks. 😉
F.L.A.G. (Fight Like A Girl)
My heart is a weapon of war
My voice is my weapon of choice
An eye for an eye,
A heart for a heart,
A soul for a soul.
We fight for the dream,
We fight to the death,
We fight for control.
There is no such thing as justice,
All the best that we can hope for is revenge
A hostile takeover,
An absolute rebellion to the end.
This is our battle cry
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I’m giving you a head start,
You’re going to need it,
’Cause I fight like a girl
I’ll get my revenge on the world or a least 49% of the people in it
And if I end up with blood on my hands,
Well, I know that you’ll understand,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
I’ll get my revenge on the world or a least 49% of the people in it
And if I end up with blood on my hands,
Well, I know that you’ll understand,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
We are under attack
What is the body count?
I’ve lost track
If nobody’s mentioned how this will end,
Then I’ll be the first
there are more of US than there are of you,
So show me your worst
There is no such thing as justice,
All the best that we can hope for is revenge
A hostile takeover,
An absolute rebellion to the end.
This is our battle cry
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I’m giving you a head start,
You’re going to need it,
’Cause I fight like a girl
I’ll get my revenge on the world or a least 49% of the people in it
And if I end up with blood on my hands,
well, I know that you’ll understand,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
I’ll get my revenge on the world or a least 49% of the people in it
And if I end up with blood on my hands,
Well, I know that you’ll understand,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
It’s so easy to kill,
This I learned by watching you
If I have to, I will,
It’s not pretty but it’s true
I am through lying still,
just a body to be
Beaten, fucked, and if I’m lucky, left for dead,
So who’s scary now?
No mercy, it’s a bit too late,
The game is on
Don’t run, don’t hide, don’t wait
‘Cause if we’ve got no honor,
Then we’ve got no shame,
If it’s in self-defense,
Then we will take no blame
This is our battlecry
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Even if you’re only a boy,
you can
Fight like a girl
I’ll get my revenge on the world or at least 49% of the people in it
And if I end up with blood on my hands
Well, I know, that you’ll understand,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
I’ll get my revenge on the world or at least 49% of the people in it
And if I end up with blood on my hands
Well, I know, that you’ll understand,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
I’ll get my revenge on the world or at least 49% of the people in it
And if I end up with blood on my hands
Well, I know, that you’ll understand,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
For my next Emilie Autumn entry I would like to share with you all a song about Catherine Howard, who if you didn’t know was Henry the VIII’s 5th wife that was beheaded for commiting adultery while married to the king. The lyrics are priceless…lol Hope you enjoy. Lyrics are below and also on the video
“Marry Me”
Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I’m menstru…well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union’s deranged
So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose
And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again
Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
What beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was…
