Hirnsäge skrev:

Den är okej, men The Garden är aspigare

Silence Is Sexy-videon är ruskigt snygg...

För alla aspies som inte får ligga:

Både Hey You! och Charlotte Sometimes (live) är ju höjdarlåtar!

The Garden! Såklart! :D
Pelikanol är inte helt dum i sammanhanget heller, tycker jag.

Håller med om att den videon är riktigt snygg..

Det rosa håret var snyggare, men hittade ingen video med det.

Hirnsäge skrev:The Garden! Såklart!
Pelikanol är inte helt dum i sammanhanget heller, tycker jag.

De har många klassiker!

Det finns en Bauhaus-fantast här på forumet, hon hittar säkert ditt inlägg med dem

Det blev en bra tråd det här ju!

Till nästa gång jag postar ska jag hitta nån glad aspielåt! Men nu blev det såhär..



No one ever thought this one would survive
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind
Lock you in a dream, never let you go
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.

Making friends with a homeless torn up man
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up.
There's danger on every corner but I'm okay
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.

You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes,
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.

Placebo förstås:




"Special Needs"

Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened
Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed
Remember me whenever noses start to bleed
Remember me, special needs

Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour

Remember me when you clinch your movie deal
And think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screams
Remember me, special dreams

Just 19 this sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour

Remember me...

Just 19 this sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour

Remember me...






"You Don't Care About Us"

If it's a bad day, you try to suffocate.
Another memory... scarred.
If it's a bad case, then you accelerate,
you're in the getaway... car.

You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.

If it's a bad case, you're on the rampage.
Another memory... scarred.
You're at the wrong place, you're on the back page,
you're in the getaway... car.

You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.

It's your age, It's my rage.
It's your age, It's my rage.

You're too complicated, we should separate it.
You're just confiscating, you're exasperating.
This degeneration, mental masturbation.
Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine.

It's a matter of trust.
It's a matter of trust.
It's a matter of trust.
It's a matter of trust.
Because..
You don't care about us...
You don't care about us...
You don't care about us...
You don't care about us.

It's your age, It's my rage.
It's your age, It's my rage.

You got Asperger's, this ain't a barbecue.
It's your whole afternoon though, lost down a rabbit hole,
looking for a timepiece, wonder when your date's at,
wonder if she'll visit you at all today — relax.

Wonder how many ribbons to expect in her hair —
to deflect talk of triplets in respect for the pair
or to stare at the bow made of four different colors —
didn't notice someone talking to you: there were others
in the room, out in the gloom of the periphery.

To shift your focus for a moment is to give the ribbons liberty,
and that's to suggest they make escape.
This is a secret from the future: can't rewind like a tape.

Got to make the best and the most of each moment as it happens,
got to keep your eyes on those bows, got to trap in
your vision all four of them 'cause this is a first:
she might have noticed last time that you like ribbons that are hers.

And sometimes you wish you didn't. Sometimes it slips your mind.
But when she's supposed to visit isn't one of those times,
and you're on one of those lines of thought that you encounter
when you'd rather your surroundings were quieter instead of louder
so that you could focus on other than a clock tick.

You don't want to talk shit but the one who made the clock made the cog stick.
Minutes are violent noise,
obliterating what you thought of as silent poise .

Miles of boys before you done got crushed
out on a girl like that, her hair flush
with ribbons on all occasions and every day.
If only making study of the bow could stem its getaway.

Letter A S P E R G E R S:

wonder whether she's so confident with alphabets
that she'd do it backwards skipping alternate letters.

If you offer demonstration, would she consider that clever?
This bitter endeavor: trying to predict a reaction.

You know you're supposed to try to give the notion traction
but it don't do nothing 'cept make the clock tick.
It don't even do that. Yo, you got Asperger's, kid.

And I feel for you, son. I know love is hard.
Can't even write down all the answers on the back of a card.
From the back and the far end of a cafeteria line
you seem to catch sight of a ribbon. Fabric shines,
and you abandon your tray, leave it clatter on the floor.

You haven't planned it this way. You can't look at her no more.
You don't know what her eyes are like, whether she ever smiles,
whether anything other than how she wears her hair beguiles.

And while some apron ladies holler at you,
you clutch your left ear and stand still like a statue.
You could count cut corn on the floor without subtracting
misplaced fish sticks like Dustin Hoffman overacting.

Ain't this already a scene in need of a fast forward?
Why won't the lunch people hush, do they court discord?
You think you see a flash of color fleeing; it could be worse:
you could have known how many ribbons there are, if they were hers.

The animal song av Savage Garden

When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
And television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far
I've got to break away
So take my hand now

Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
With the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

I don't have any difficulties keeping to myself
Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There's a thought, now you decide

Compassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands, yeah, yeah
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my hand, yeah, yeah

Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
With the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

Sometimes this life can get you down
It's so confusing
There's so many rules to follow
And I feel it
Cause I just run away in my mind

Superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There's a thought, now you decide

Compassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands, yeah, yeah
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my hand, yeah, yeah

Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free like animals
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
With the wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

Försökte få till det här med lite text, info och dylikt, men det sket sig helt (mår alldeles för kasst för att kämpa vidare, hoppas ursäkten mottages av er andra!?)... postar ändå några videos nu som passar in för mig iaf, tack för att ni finns gott folk och jag gillar helt klart låtarna i denna tråd! (so far )

Kjamiz på er alla!

Först ut Moby:



Sedan skickar jag iväg två av John Grant faktisk, för denne man är bara helt grym, och har gjort/lider verkligen av sitt "utanförskap" tycks det i hans texter:

Titeln är i alla fall en bild av AS, för mig.

Lost in the supermarket, Clash.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BA8LWKiOTGI

May I sit and stare at you for a while? I like the company, your smile!

Ok!
Jag tolkar som jag vill!
Lite aspiga är dom allt.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgbNymZ7vqY
Orginalet är absolut en av dom bästa låtar jag vet.

Denna låt beskriver rätt bra hur det känns att inte kunna hålla samma tempo och takt som andra, och att se upp till dem som klarar av så mycket mer. Texten finns i videon:

Angelic Fruitcake: Dina Placebotips är perfekta. Jag älskar Placebo!

Laika skrev:Angelic Fruitcake: Dina Placebotips är perfekta. Jag älskar Placebo!

Äntligen! Jag har känt mig lite ensam i min dyrkan här på forumet. De har varit mina följeslagare de senaste 12 åren och är nästan som ett soundtrack till mitt liv (trots deras ständiga drogreferenser, men jag föredrar att se dem som metaforer även om jag vet att de varit lite pundiga i perioder).

Charta 77 i allmänhet. Fan vad aspigt det är.
Utdrag ur låten "Fatta! Fatta!! Fatta!!!" från albumet Spegelapan, utgiven på Birdnest:

"Jag vill ha ett svar!
Varför säger du en sak men menar annat min vän?
Öppna dina ögon och se på mig nu
Du tittar frågande på mig och skriker fatta fatta fatta!

Vad ger du mig nu?
I en evig karusell som bara skriker haveri
Du verkar inte vilja reparera mig nu
Du tittar frågande på mig och skriker fatta fatta fatta!"

(Jag försökte göra quote för att inte verka snylta på rättigheter, men koderna behagade inte fungera)

AAA skrev:Society med Eddie Vedder lyssnade jag på efter att earlydayminer rekommenderat den i Bästa Musiken-tråden. Suverän text, kanonlåt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUagu0Sidk0

Åh, jag älskar filmen Into the Wild! Soundtracket är fantastiskt!

Nu blir det "deppi-depp-depp", men jag är då inte precis uppåt för tillfället och nog har vi väl alla perioder där nere!?

Låten är iaf superb´ (och hela plattan för den delen) så över till deppige Steve Mason:



Gillade helt klart ditt bidrag emer2 och videon gav någon konstig effekt i mungiporna, en mycket välbehövlig sådan, tack!

She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old

Thread worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
Ohhh...

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listenening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She scratches his beard

She's painting huge books
And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohh...

Today is a birthday
They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...

They're smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of ... flowers

Jag blev glad av Bauhaus i denna tråd, samt att se Siouxsie också.


Isolation. Texten finns i videon. Kanske inte den gladaste låten någonsin, men oh well. Ibland känner man ju sig så.