More Music Rambling
Feb. 14th, 2009 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jadedmusingsI've discovered Shinedown. Rather, I've finally got around to getting three of their albums after hearing songs on the radio by them that I loved. I have to say I'm enjoying all three. The lead singer can really belt it out and tear it up (their cover of "Simple Man" is amazing). However, while opening my CD cases Thursday night, I stumbled upon this message on the liner notes for their Leave a Whisper album:
I groaned and then read this out loud to Sam. I openly mocked it because, hey, I was the fifteen year-old emo kid and I know what it's like. I was, literally, an outcast and a loner, and even then I found shit like this patronizing at best. Really, I could enjoy the lyrics and I do still identify with them (especially the song "45" for reasons I'll explain later), but all the raging and fist pumping in the world never changed the fact that my existence at the time was kind of crappy. To open an album to read this was mildly disappointing. I realized they were going for a certain audience, and because of my age and cynicism, I'm probably not what they thought of.
So, I was a little bummed even though I enjoyed the album. That is, until I really had a chance to listen to their most recent album The Sound of Madness. I am now laughing out loud and I'll post the lyrics to the song "Sound of Madness" to show you why.
I have found a new anthem, and I think the next time someone starts whining about how hard life is and no one understands them despite me trying to say I understand, I will link them to these lyrics.
This record was written for the dreamers, for the people that have, in one way or another been cut down or cast out of society for being different or having an opinion, it is an expression of insecurity and frustration, and yet, the will to overcome.
I groaned and then read this out loud to Sam. I openly mocked it because, hey, I was the fifteen year-old emo kid and I know what it's like. I was, literally, an outcast and a loner, and even then I found shit like this patronizing at best. Really, I could enjoy the lyrics and I do still identify with them (especially the song "45" for reasons I'll explain later), but all the raging and fist pumping in the world never changed the fact that my existence at the time was kind of crappy. To open an album to read this was mildly disappointing. I realized they were going for a certain audience, and because of my age and cynicism, I'm probably not what they thought of.
So, I was a little bummed even though I enjoyed the album. That is, until I really had a chance to listen to their most recent album The Sound of Madness. I am now laughing out loud and I'll post the lyrics to the song "Sound of Madness" to show you why.
"Sound of Madness"
Shinedown
Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!
Oh my, here we go...
Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that the cryin to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
[Chorus]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that cryin to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
[Chorus]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself? [x3]
I have found a new anthem, and I think the next time someone starts whining about how hard life is and no one understands them despite me trying to say I understand, I will link them to these lyrics.
