For some strange reason, I've found myself listening to what I like to call "angry" music. Not that I'm angry. I'm not. I just like loud and heavy right now. If you were riding with me, and I knew you wouldn't mind (my wife would, I'm pretty sure), you'd catch strains of Linkin Park (mostly from Meteora) and a couple of Rob Zombie songs streaming from my car's CD player.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Tension is building inside steadily
Everyone feels so far away from me
Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me
Trying not to break but I'm so tired of this deceit
Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet
All I ever think about is this
All the tiring time between
And how trying to put my trust in you
Just takes so much out of me
I love these two Linkin Park songs, but I can't quite understand why. I know that they're not getting heavy play time on radio (which is good-- they stay fresher longer that way). I also know that they have more meaningful lyrics than half of what's airing out there. But I don't really know why I keep coming back to these two songs. Go figure. But hey, it's better than most pop songs on heavy rotation.
(I mean come on! How utterly pathetic have pop songs become? Take the Justin Timberlake song that's making the rounds right now for example: "Don't be so quick to walk away / Dance with me / I wanna rock your body / Please stay / Dance with me." It sounds like something a horny pre-teen would come up with. Further proof: "Talk to me boy / Hurry up cause you're taking too long / Talk to me boy / Better have you naked by the end of this song." Enough said.)
Yeah
My Durango, number 95
Take me to the home
Kick boots and ultra live
See heaven flash a horror show
Knock it nice and smooth
Step back and watch it flow, yeah
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
And deeper down the rabbit hole we go.
I like these two classic (classic?) Rob Zombie songs. They don't really mean anything to me, and they sure don't sound like anything a halfway sane person would write (or sing for that matter). In fact, they sound like something an escapee from a mental asylum would come up with (which Rob Zombie probably is, I suspect).
Given a choice between a song that a mentally insane person would come up with and a song that a horny pre-teen whipped up, well, I'd go for crazy every time!
