my grandfather passed away last weekend in a hospice while i was with him and on the plane ride back, i heard this song. its amazing that i had listened to it about 30 times before but never really heard it til that ride. since then, i hear it constantly in my mind.
quote:Why am I not surprised. Eminem? Limp Bizkit? Who the fuck listens to them?
Oh yeah, ghetto trash.
seriously? did you really just stop by to drop your useless comment? why are you here? go over to the pad where your immaturity will be appreciated.
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Nusuth, sorry for your loss. I just checked out that song on youtube-and I think it will stick with me forever now. The singer has a beautiful voice, and the lyrics.....wow.
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quote:Originally posted by National: This is a song from Eminem's "Relapse" album, without question my favorite album that's he has put out. This is one of those songs that can be played at some serial killer/rapist convention.
In that last song, he said something about being the modern day Jack the Ripper. The way he talks about killing those victims in those songs makes the world a more poetic place to live in.
I always heard about his twisted ways. But I did not expect these particular songs to be this beautiful.
I need to hear more of this.
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His last few albums before ″Relapse″ did not give anyone the sense that they were watching a horror movie with sickening scenes. His first album was did give the listener that feeling a bit, but it was also more humorous, hence the name of the album. In that album, he went back to his old ways. Only this time, the lyrics were more sinister and less humorous. Sort of like Heath Ledger's character when he played the Joker.
There are many Eminem fans that find that album disturbing. And that sums up why I love it so much.
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As for the lyrics to that song you were talking about, here they are:
You hear the beat as it makes you not want to go to sleep. I knock on Dakota’s door, its locked so I go to creep round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep, but because I'm hungry. She smells like tacos I wanna eat. Visions of hot chocolatey marshmallows all so sweet with sugar plums. Oh look, here comes Marshall he's on your street. He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet. Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek. Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham, cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam. Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenet Rams. I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am.
CHORUS 'Cus when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep. But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me. Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me. If you call, I'll come, I will answer. 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep. I hear my music box, playing a song for me. So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me? Won't you be my private little dancer?
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I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross! I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils in both my holes and I plug my nose. My pupils quadruple in size. Eyes are so bugged, I know. I put on my mother's makeup, get naked and run around, wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds. There's thunder. I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out? The devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out. I must be buggin' the f-ck out, but what the f-ck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic -- I love my house. They pull and they tug my blouse. The sound of a music box comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked. I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts. I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts. It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark. The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I’ll loom in the park.
CHORUS...
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I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's neck like a pixie stick. The sick Satan worshippin' bitches, get horse-whippins. I’m in the back, through the back door, slip in through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'. The mortician of love, sent from above, forced and treat em all dingy(?) (?)stingy I’ve become.
Been doing this for more than a quarter century, I’m just numb. Am I dreaming, is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns. The time has come to tie her up. Got to roll me the ladder, I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her then climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her with the bat,, a matter of fact that will splatter her. But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her. Give her two compliments back-to-back like, “ Tabatha, I'm your secret admirer. I’m back to ravish ya. So strong is your fight, but your no match for Dracula.” Prolonging her plight as I go back to stabbin' her. Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her. Zoom in with the lens, then pan back the camera. Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela ...
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That is the coolest avatar I've seen yet Talos...did you do it yourself? Would you ever make some for other people if you did? Looking for an artist to make something to give to a tattoo artist...trying to get a tat...
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