This song is very E4. I feel that it describes me to a T. It also reminds me of the Mentor Archetype in that the songwriter has been where I am and has transcended others judgements and also their own.
This song is very E4. I feel that it describes me to a T. It also reminds me of the Mentor Archetype in that the songwriter has been where I am and has transcended others judgements and also their own.
EIE tritype 5w4, 4w5, 9w1
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.
Carl Jung, "Memories, Dreams, Reflections", 1962
I think Eminem's older songs were just awesome. This one's about obsession and how it can quickly take a turn for the worse. Not that it's ever happened to me.![]()
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EIE tritype 5w4, 4w5, 9w1
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.
Carl Jung, "Memories, Dreams, Reflections", 1962
It's so hard to pick a favorite, but here's one that's way way way at the top:
You push and push a people, what are they to do?
Soon this corporate run government will be through
See, it doesn't represent the people anymore
Big business are the pimps and governments' their whores
We don't need more time to talk over a solution
We know what we need, we need a fucking revolution
We don't need your war machine, or your filthy blood stained dollars
We’ve got one thing you ain’t got
We’ve got, we've got, we've got... got the numbers!
To you the masses are not even human beings
We’re dogs that will be grateful for any scraps you leave
But even dogs will only put up with so much abuse
Keep stealing from us like you are we're gonna let loose
We don't need more time to talk over a solution
We know what we need, we need a fucking revolution
We don't need your war machine, or your filthy blood stained dollars
We’ve got one thing you don't have
We’ve got, we've got, we've got... got the numbers!
We’ve got...we have... we've got the numbers!
We don't need more time to talk over a solution
We know what we need, we need a fucking revolution!!!
We don't need your war machine, or your filthy blood stained dollars
We’ve got one thing you ain’t got
We’ve got, we've got, we've got... got the numbers!
The song itself sounds absolutely massive, and the lyrics! Aside from me being with the ideals and all, the whole idea of laws, and the words they consist of, just being vibrations in air and ink on paper, and money just being more paper with ink on it, in the face of a large, physical mass of flesh-and-blood people with their hearts, minds, and wills in the right place... very inspiring and freeing and totally my thing...
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trad metalz | (more coming)
Wow thanks
I used to write music and lyrics a lot more, but I found it tough to get them all to fit right into a cohesive whole... I want to start writing again, I'll probably do it while on my bike rides once I get the waterproof bags (I can keep books in there too and read in the woods)...
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trad metalz | (more coming)
I posted a different track as my "favorite of all time" in my older music thread, but I'm gonna go with Bump of Chicken's "K"
The story is that there's a black cat. He's feared by all the children around him, and he gets rocks thrown at him. As such, the cat becomes a recluse and avoids all human contact, yet still longs for it. An artist comes along and tries to befriend the cat, saying "hey there little guy, we two are a lot alike you know." Terrified, the cat initially runs away from him, although he eventually succumbs to the artist's offer of friendship and decides lives with him.
Winter, two years later. The artist and the cat have become best friends, and they now live in a cabin in the middle of the woods. He's given the cat a name, "Holy Night," in reference to the cold, Christmas-like night. For the entire two years the artist has drawn nothing but the cat, and since nobody wants a picture of a bad luck cat none of his drawings sold. In his poverty he's fallen deathly ill without any way of affording medication. He writes his final letter to his lover back in the town, and the cat runs off into the snow to deliver the message of the man who gave him his first taste of compassion and kindness.
Running through the woods, the cat runs across a bunch of kids who once again throw rocks at the "spawn of Satan." Bloody and fatigued, he refuses to give up. He sees delivering this message as his purpose on Earth, the reason for his existence, so he pushes on at hard as he can. Covered in scars, he runs back to the artist's hometown and arrives at his lover's house, where he falls dead at her feet. The woman buries the cat in her yard, adding the letter K to his name for "Holy Knight."
This song strikes me deeply at my E6 core. I find that I have a self-conception as a holy knight of sorts, like a man who exists for some divine purpose although he doesn't know what that purpose is yet. He's waiting for a cause to fight for, and once he finds it he will devote the entirety of his being to fulfilling that purpose.
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Favourite songs change constantly.... but:
At noon the wind comes through
Across the bay on a clear day
And I can watch the boats come in and set their anchors
And my folks are away at the store
So I don't have to listen
To anyone
Say anything
And I swim out as far as I can
And float on my back
Just waiting for nothing
I hope they never come back to this house
It's a lot more fun alone
I can do anything I want
And so I'm swimming
More like floating
And I'll just stay out here
Until the night comes crashing down
And I swim
Out as far as I can
And float on my back
Just waiting for nothing
They always come home
At the wrong time
Like when I'm alright
And don't need no one at all
SLI/ISTp -- Te subtype
EIE tritype 5w4, 4w5, 9w1
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.
Carl Jung, "Memories, Dreams, Reflections", 1962
Love this one from Blur, coffee & t.v's another favourite.
Where's the love song to set us free
Too many people down
Everything turning the wrong way round
And I don't know what life would be
If we stop dreaming now
Lord knows we'd never clear the clouds.
And you've been so busy lately that you haven't found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning gently out of time.
Feel the sunshine on your face
It's in a computer now
Gone to the future way out in space.
And you've been so busy lately that you haven't found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning gently out of time.
And you've been so busy lately that you haven't found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning gently out of time.
Tell me I'm not dreaming
But are we out of time
We're out of time
Out of time
Lyrics in video.
언제나.
I dunno what my favorite song is. But people are awfully earnest in this thread. I like "Joy Inside My Tears" which indicates that I'm self-involved. And I like "Our Love Is Easy" because it's tragic and romantic, and I'm sure that means something blah blah blah enneagram.
But really, the reason I love songs has more to do with the songs', like, musical qualities than the deep and powerful association with my soul or whatever. I like "All That's Known" from Spring Awakening. That's nice. I like how it's all iconoclastic and "I'm gonna be famous and awesome 'cause I believe in life and not the anterior forms" but I'd rather get that from a poem than from a song, really.
Not a rule, just a trend.
IEI. Probably Fe subtype. Pretty sure I'm E4, sexual instinctual type, fairly confident that I'm a 3 wing now, so: IEI-Fe E4w3 sx/so. Considering 3w4 now, but pretty sure that 4 fits the best.
Yes 'a ma'am that's pretty music...
I am grateful for the mystery of the soul, because without it, there could be no contemplation, except of the mysteries of divinity, which are far more dangerous to get wrong.
yeah, there is some absurdity in an actor claiming music brought tragic bliss, after the scene was over. not downplaying anything, but you either catch a wave or see it peak from a distance.
this is where I think tool has the right idea in building an interpretation from the most basic sounds.
indeedBut really, the reason I love songs has more to do with the songs', like, musical qualities than the deep and powerful association with my soul or whatever. I like "All That's Known" from Spring Awakening. That's nice. I like how it's all iconoclastic and "I'm gonna be famous and awesome 'cause I believe in life and not the anterior forms" but I'd rather get that from a poem than from a song, really.
My genial spirits fail;
And what can these avail
To lift the smothering weight from off my breast?
It were a vain endeavor,
Though I should gaze forever
On that green light that lingers in the west:
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
4w3-5w6-8w7
Not a rule, just a trend.
IEI. Probably Fe subtype. Pretty sure I'm E4, sexual instinctual type, fairly confident that I'm a 3 wing now, so: IEI-Fe E4w3 sx/so. Considering 3w4 now, but pretty sure that 4 fits the best.
Yes 'a ma'am that's pretty music...
I am grateful for the mystery of the soul, because without it, there could be no contemplation, except of the mysteries of divinity, which are far more dangerous to get wrong.
I love music so much it is hard to pick a favorite. I asked myself if I were only allowed to listen to one song, the rest of my life, what would I choose. This one won, hand's down. It reminds me of all the tragic or lost loves I have experienced, not just in this lifetime but many lives, throughout history and beyond (yes I do remember) and how they made me stronger. It reminds me to appreciate and never forget what I received from them during the time we spent together. Sometimes it is the same person different body, different time. I wonder if they remember me too. Every time I listen to it I get an intense, inner sensation, of mind, body, and soul expansion. It also gives me goosebumps. Omg, I sound so sentimental right now. :/
@Bluebird I love your selection too.
Are you going to Scarborough Fayre
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He was once a true love of mine
Have him find me an acre of land
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Between the sea and oe'r the sand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Although not more than any heart asks
And I must know he's a true love of mine
Have you been to Scarborough Fayre
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He was once a true love of mine
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“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
there are a handful I love, but this one is definitely the purest, and on some level is so archetypally singular that I feel somewhat pretentious calling it a favorite, but whatever. to me it resides in the divine realm (if you could imagine a state of mind produced by acid, shrooms and dmt without any artificial undertones), not just because you can hear a very mild, light, high-pitched, ethereal vocal in the background during the chorus; there's just something about it that extends beyond the realm of music. like some songs you can listen to over and over again without them getting old, but this constitutes an almost completely self-contained experience, and almost seems to get more original and refined with each listen. it also perfectly juxtaposes and connects the themes of battle, death and victory: the beginning implies a death with a potential victory as it leads into battle; the battle culminates in a death that becomes transcendent in its very trailing off and brings victory into resolute question; and the victory becomes something distinct from yet connected to the battle, while testifying back to the death. it's also an exemplary encapsulation of the beta quadra cycle: the j-sub rationals bring in the fallen wist and melodic gravity, which the j-sub irrationals then translate into a more mobile, uplifting melody, which leads to the p-sub rationals' meditative entrance into battle and descent into the flames, and the p-sub irrationals ascend at the point where the guitar solo takes off. the latter part of the chorus then constitutes a kind of platonic phase, where each segment is contained and something emergent is created. good stuff.
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4w3-5w6-8w7
I have to admit I was a little bit skeptical but it delivered on the transcendental. I remember seeing it posted before but this time I heard it on a whole different level. I am not sure when I will listen again but I will and I am sure it will manage to take me even beyond the experience I had this time. I got lots of visuals and colors with my eyes closed. Things that morphed into other things with some quasi-Giger-ish imagery from my own imagination. Colors were deeper, yet somewhat subdued, but still vivid. I know myself well enough that I need to be in a certain state of mind and free of outer distractions to listen again. Thanks.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Too hard to have an absolute favorite, but this one just might be close:
http://youtu.be/CSJXle3LP_Q
Here is another:
http://youtu.be/L6OH3kpyhgk
And just for shits:
http://youtu.be/_gXp4hdd2pk
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung