It's Big Country time again.
superior audio here: Big Country - Fields of Fire (400 Miles) (Alternative Mix) - Free MP3 Stream on IMEEM Music
Post a song that's on your mind right now
It's Big Country time again.
superior audio here: Big Country - Fields of Fire (400 Miles) (Alternative Mix) - Free MP3 Stream on IMEEM Music
Posts I wrote in the past contain less nuance.
If you're in this forum to learn something, be careful. Lots of misplaced toxicity.
~an extraverted consciousness is unable to believe in invisible forces.
~a certain mysterious power that may prove terribly fascinating to the extraverted man, for it touches his unconscious.
Post a song that's on your mind right now
Post a song you like or are thinking of lately.
If you don't know what to pick, think of a song that is somewhat romantic.
Don't ask me what you know is true. Don't have to tell you...
I couldn't decide between theseI went more for lyrics more than anything.
I think a couple of these could be type related
Granted, Twain is ESE
...but I feel like this is kind of the approach that the delta extratims take to the intratims.
Originally Posted by Ryu
^^^
sorry, low on the romance.
^^^
ringtone'd this. old but i love it. heard it on a mix the other night and forgot how pretty it is.
6w5 sx
model Φ: -+0
sloan - rcuei
nice
I dunno why I'm so obsessed with this song lately, but I think it's awesome.
(I tend to like INFP-ish music)
Hi! I'm an ENFP. :-)
I wanted to post in a thread with DELTA MUSIC :
Rings Delta ST to me :
What's her type anyway?
As we reach for the stars, we must put away childish things; gods, spirits and other phantasms of the brain. Reality is cruel and unforgiving, yet we must steel ourselves and secure the survival of our race through the unflinching pursuit of science and technology.
- Stellaris
Good morning *sips coffee*
I don't know who the family in the video is, but it goes very well with this song.
This has been in my head for days. Vaguely offensive.
potentially always in my thoughts
beautiful song
My head has been so full of ideas lately that I don't know what to do. I think my head is going to explode!
Feeling spiritual lately, one that appeals to imagination. It makes life more fun!
I don't know about anyone else, but I am exhausted of scientism, monism, religious montheism, moral certitude, all things boring.
Hopefully I do not offend anyone, but everyone else seems so certain of the world. I do not.
^^^^
dance party
The EIE Sociotype has a very suitable psyche for suggestive influence. It is characterized by so-called moments of imprint vulnerability. In these moments an intense suggestion is triggered—an imprint—the prerequisites of which are a state of extreme fear, confusion, or surprise. A 'No Exit' sign suddenly seen by a person of Algorithmic psyche at a time of severe emotional turmoil, may catalyze a decision about suicide. Exploiting this paradoxical nature of Dialectical types, shock therapy is capable of completely reprogramming their conception of reality, including core value judgments.
A certain, although rare sign of Dialectical cognition—accidents that lead to states similar to a deep trance or coma, followed by sudden enlightenment or the appearance of esoteric abilities.
The other version is slow suggestion, primarily based on entrainment through rhythmic vocalization and/or sound, multiple repetitions of the same phrase with variation. Variations in this case are particularly significant, working akin to the chorus in a song. Gradually a trance state is reached—external relaxation with internal concentration. The greater the monotony, the sooner a deep trance is reached. Hence why some people rapidly settle down and fall asleep under a monotone 'bubnezh' TV.
No I do not, @William. Although I have picked up a few words based on the high volume of anime I've watched in the past
I feel like this could be considered an "anti-feminist" song, but I also don't feel like it is, to me. Because not everyone is purely independent and strong ALL the time, and sometimes I/we need a hero to come along and help us out, even if they're normally an average joe. (I'm also really ok if Captain America decided to help me carry my groceries.)
Oh, to find you in dreams - mixing prior, analog, and never-beens... facts slip and turn and change with little lucidity. except the strong, permeating reality of emotion.
As pain overwhelms me, this song keeps returning to my head:
Oh, my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace and future falls
In present pain, all fools say, "Oh, my God"
Oh, my God, why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell
Your closest friends, oh, my God
Oh, my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief
And graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away and a mother cries
Liars and fools, sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found, ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels, men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted, separated
Orphans always say
War creators, racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers, fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Sometimes I can not forgive
These days mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be
Maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I'd dream we're better
Scales were gone and faces lighter
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all have the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the plunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip
I wonder what to make of Heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give up
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat them
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
This is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers
This is our greatest offense
Oh, my God
Oh, my God
Oh, my God
Oh, to find you in dreams - mixing prior, analog, and never-beens... facts slip and turn and change with little lucidity. except the strong, permeating reality of emotion.
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