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The "Lets hurl abuse at propa_gay100 and 50cent_sheman" thread
"Silence disguised
I watch you
Show me the hurt
that haunts you
would you despise the thrill
If all you hide were mine?
I can't hold on any longer
These feelings keep growing stronger
Echoes that deafen the mind
will bury my voice in their wake
Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head
I've seen the path
the one you take
shows the truth
for you to make
This turn of phrase
we might not see
is the thirst of desire
found so easily
Try to push me 'round
the world some more
And make me live in fear
I bare all that I am
made of now
Attractive I don't care
'Cause even when I danced with life
no one was there to share
Does this voice the wounds of your soul?
Does this voice the wounds of your soul?
Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head
Tried to live the life
you live and saw
It doesn't work for me
I bare all that I am
made of now
Attractive, I can't be
Inside the Dance of Life is one
I'll never hold to me
You can't heal the wounds of my soul.
You can't heal the wounds of my soul.
Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head
Caught in a Web
Refused by the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning a cage
Denied and misread"
If it wasn't for rock music, you probably even know what rap music was. It was the Aerosmith/Run DMC collabaration that ruined Aerosmith's Walk This Way that brought rap into the mainstream.
[Samples from the film "The Dead", an adaptation of James Joyce's short story from his book]
"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..."
"And for what?"
"Well, isn't it for the honor of God, Aunt Kate?"
"I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane."
Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dream
Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop
Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he sleeps
I may never get over
but never's better than now
I've got bases to cover
He's in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his car
It's nine o'clock but he can't get out
He lights a cigarette
and turns the music down
but just can't seem to shake that sound
Once I thought I'd get over
but it's too late for me now
I've got bases to cover
Melody walks through the door
and memory flies out the window
and nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go
The pain inside
coming outside
So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years
Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep
He finally found the sound but he's in too deep
I could never get over
Is it too late for me now?
Feel like blowing my cover
Melody walks through the door
and memory flies out the window
and nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go
But don't cut your losses too soon
'cause you'll only be cutting your throat
And answer a call while you still hear at all
'cause nobody will if you won't
[Samples from the film "The Dead", an adaptation of James Joyce's short story from his book]
"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..."
"I know all about the honor of God, Mary..."
"I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane."
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger’s hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he’s old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
C’mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
Planning is now well underway for the 28th hcmf, which takes place from 18 – 27 November 2005. Latest news and detailed programme information will be added to the website over the coming weeks, so do keep checking.
Click on composers/performers for some programme highlights and, to make sure you receive your copy of the hcmf brochure when it is available in September, all you need to do is register your details.
Bold, daring, unique
hcmf is an internationally renowned annual celebration of cutting-edge orchestral, choral, ensemble and electro-acoustic performances; the programme also features talks, films, workshops, dance and dynamic education projects. Around 50 events are packed into 10 amazing days.
hcmf excels in presenting work that is intriguing, challenging and, frequently, boundary-busting, bringing internationally regarded figures together with the cream of emerging creativity and talent.
Performers and composers from around the world are drawn to Huddersfield each year by the magic of hcmf - and the audience gets to rub shoulders with them all.
One of the virtues of the Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival has always been its ability to attract performers and ensembles who otherwise appear rarely in Britain
The Guardian, 24.11.04
It is always necessary to praise this venture pretty much unqualifiedly, for alone of British festivals it opens a panorama of the international compositional scene.
Daily Telegraph, 23.11.04
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