Neutral Milk Hotel;
I have never found a band I hated so much at first and then somehow love them. I love them so much and everything they seem to say is wonderful. And I wish Death to the Extremist hadn't gone away. :/
I suppose, in a way, this is how I feel when I love. Because I've somehow associated being melancoly with love.
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
The way that sex is portrayed, I suppose, is the biggest thing. The sex is this dirty, secret thing. And this is how I feel about sex a bit (being previously a guilt Christian).
But it's also beautiful. Which is how the song portrays it. It's wonderful. Also, forewarning to anybody going to listen to their stuff, at first I found it really disharmonious but then I listened longer a liked it (as opposed to Nick Cave who I can not like his music for that very reason).
Umm, there was something else. Women are always this mysterious thing and wonderful, and I always take the position of the singer (so I am not the mysterious woman) and... and women do seem mysterious to me. And wonderful. For a long time when I was yonger I didn't feel attractive and so I sort of... didn't associate a sex/gender? with myself I suppose. And sometimes I'd accidentally remember I was a woman and other times I would force thinking of myself as a man. So... So I guess things were complicated.
Also, I can totally understand how masturbation is this... thing that feels guilty. Without it having top be taught. And I'm a little interested in whether that is society in general or our dominant religion that imbues this feeling in people. Please never told me it was wrong, in fact they told me the oppocite. Or maybe it's just a Christian guilt thing? If you're having pleasure it's bad? Nietzsche would go off his nut.
This isn't specifically related but this is interesting somewhat. Though I don't know the original source conradin seems to imply it's a predictive theory instead of explanitory. (Which reminds me of Donnie Darko, but more on that later... maybe). He will now reply he did nothing of the sort (but whatever). [Though, knowing philosophers, Whatley probably tried to make it predictive before he died.]
I am now going to say there are problems *gasp* with the theory (only because I tried to use it and it didn't work satisfactorily); [lyric; There is no sorry to be sorry]
words
touch
time
actions
presents - I really like giving presents. There's an aspect of giving presents that isn't specifically romantic. I feel like it misses out on that. Of course you could argue since this is meant to represent love through out culture then you are going to have to ignore some cultural aspects, like that romatic love is a different love (and of couse assume that there is only love, not types of love).
[Anyway ranking is a funny concept.]
Oh well. I can't be bover'd.
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
I suppose, in a way, this is how I feel when I love. Because I've somehow associated being melancoly with love.
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
The way that sex is portrayed, I suppose, is the biggest thing. The sex is this dirty, secret thing. And this is how I feel about sex a bit (being previously a guilt Christian).
But it's also beautiful. Which is how the song portrays it. It's wonderful. Also, forewarning to anybody going to listen to their stuff, at first I found it really disharmonious but then I listened longer a liked it (as opposed to Nick Cave who I can not like his music for that very reason).
Umm, there was something else. Women are always this mysterious thing and wonderful, and I always take the position of the singer (so I am not the mysterious woman) and... and women do seem mysterious to me. And wonderful. For a long time when I was yonger I didn't feel attractive and so I sort of... didn't associate a sex/gender? with myself I suppose. And sometimes I'd accidentally remember I was a woman and other times I would force thinking of myself as a man. So... So I guess things were complicated.
Also, I can totally understand how masturbation is this... thing that feels guilty. Without it having top be taught. And I'm a little interested in whether that is society in general or our dominant religion that imbues this feeling in people. Please never told me it was wrong, in fact they told me the oppocite. Or maybe it's just a Christian guilt thing? If you're having pleasure it's bad? Nietzsche would go off his nut.
This isn't specifically related but this is interesting somewhat. Though I don't know the original source conradin seems to imply it's a predictive theory instead of explanitory. (Which reminds me of Donnie Darko, but more on that later... maybe). He will now reply he did nothing of the sort (but whatever). [Though, knowing philosophers, Whatley probably tried to make it predictive before he died.]
I am now going to say there are problems *gasp* with the theory (only because I tried to use it and it didn't work satisfactorily); [lyric; There is no sorry to be sorry]
words
touch
time
actions
presents - I really like giving presents. There's an aspect of giving presents that isn't specifically romantic. I feel like it misses out on that. Of course you could argue since this is meant to represent love through out culture then you are going to have to ignore some cultural aspects, like that romatic love is a different love (and of couse assume that there is only love, not types of love).
[Anyway ranking is a funny concept.]
Oh well. I can't be bover'd.
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on