Which PJ song translates best as a poem on a page?
grooveamatic
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After much thought, I have settled on this one as my answer (with my interpretation of how it should look on the page):
Rival
All my rivals will see what I have in store:
My gun.
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir,
Red sun.
And this nation's about to explode!
Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
Well hung.
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfuls,
Not one.
As we release this unspeakable toll!
every grain of sand equals
all the stars and everyone
How's our mother to damn these contributors,
With mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult
Shed blood?
How's our father supposed to be told?
Rival
All my rivals will see what I have in store:
My gun.
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir,
Red sun.
And this nation's about to explode!
Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
Well hung.
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfuls,
Not one.
As we release this unspeakable toll!
every grain of sand equals
all the stars and everyone
How's our mother to damn these contributors,
With mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult
Shed blood?
How's our father supposed to be told?
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i had a false belief
i thought i came here to stay
we're all just visiting
all just breaking like waves
the oceans made me, but who came up with love?
push me, pull me, or pull me out
push me, pull me, or pull me out
so if there were no angels, would there be no sin?
you better stop me before i begin
but let me say: if i behave, can you arrange a spacious hole in the ground
somewhere nice, make it nice
where the land meets high tide
push me, pull me, or pull me out
push me, pull me, or pull me out
push me, pull me, or pull me out
push me, pull me, or pull me out
like a cloud dropping rain
i'm discarding all thought
i'll dry up, leaving puddles on the ground
i'm like an opening band for the sun
push me, pull me, push me, pull me
push me, pull me, push me, pull me
push me, pull me, push me, pull me
i've had enough, said enough, felt enough, i'm fine
see ya later
I first became a fan of Pearl Jam when I read the lyrics to Jeremy and Alive. I thought the stories were very clear.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
inching off of the earth
is magnified by the things i've done
the thing that i've become
every lift of my hand
coffee cup and back
is magnified by the things i've done
the things i've seen
the things i've caused
i'm a dead man walking
the hammer that i once brung down
now hovers over me
casts a shadow
a cross onto me
the hallways are all mocking me
what i've become
they're all mocking me
i'm a dead man walking
a dead man walking
a dead man walking
i'm a dead man walking
dead man walking
dead man walking
Vacate is the word
Vengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tear
Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable
Wisdom can't adhere
A truant finds home
and a wish to hold on
but
there's a trapdoor in the sun
Immortality
As privileged as a whore
Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through
the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou
How?
Surrendered, executed, anyhow
Scrawl dissolved
Cigar box on the floor
A truant finds home
and I wish to hold on too
but saw the trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality.
I cannot stop
the thought of running in the dark
Coming up a which way sign
All good truants must decide
Oh, stripped and sold mom
An auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink
Truants move on,
cannot stay long
Some die just to live
know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
so i approach with tact
suggest that he should relax
but he's always moving much too fast
said he'll see me on the flipside
on this trip he's taken for a ride
he's been taking too much on
there he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
there he goes...
he's yet to come back
but i've seen his picture
it doesn't look the same up on the rack
we go way back
i wonder about his insides
its like his thoughts are too big for his size
he's been taken... where, i don't know?
off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
and there he goes...
and now i rub my eyes, for he has returned
seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
for he still smiles...
and he's still strong
nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown
and now he's home
and we're laughing like we always did
my same old, same old friend...
until a quarter-to-ten
i saw the strain creep in
he seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next
before his first step
he's off again
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
don't need no mom and dad
Don't need no good advice
don't need no human rights
I got some news for you
don't even need you too
I got my time machine
got my 'lectronic dream
Sonic reducer ain't no loser
Got a sonic reducer
sonic reducer
People out on the streets
they don't know who I am
I watch them from my room
they are just passing by
I'm not just anyone
said I'm not just anyone
I got my time machine
my little 'lectronic dream
Sonic reducer ain't no loser oh
Sonic reducer
sonic reducer ahhh
Nothing left here
there's not really nothing left here
I'll be your bearer soon
love on some cotton doom
Things will be different
then the sun will rise from here
Then I'll be ten feet tall
then you'll be nothing at all
I got my time machine
got my 'lectronic dream
Sonic reducer ain't no loser oh
Sonic reducer sonic reducer oh
Sonic reducer sonic reducer yeah
Sonic reducer sonic reducer sonic reducer oh
Sonic reducer sonic reducer (x3)
I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone
I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I’m free to roam
I will make my way, through, one more day in hell...
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make...
I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
I’ll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
hey I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make..
how much difference...
I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
how much difference
how much difference
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make...
You think the Slayer tour is out, or what?
"Finally! I get to save the earth with deadly lasers instead of deadly slide shows." -- Al Gore.