| Sunn O))) – The Sinking Belle (Blue Sheep) Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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@[leech3:31402] I think he means this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADj77t1NSg4 I got to admit, I love the swaying of the instruments, almost feels like experiencing two realities at once. |
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| Opeth – Patterns in the Ivy II [*] Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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I like to think of this song in my own way, I don't know how accurate it is, but it's the one I love to envision, or to dream of animating. I imagine a man stumbling upon a belladonna plant, a powerful deliriant and poison, which also translates from Italian to "beautiful lady", and is also referred to as "deadly nightshade". He gets infatuated with this delirium as a form of escape from reality, and personifies it as a woman. He gets entranced by this woman he hallucinates, and seeks to be with her, yet she is just a figment of his imagination, a fantasy in his mind, among all the dysphoria that real life and deliriants bring all too well. I see her walking and him following around corners and turns, her disappearing, him longing, her reappearing, ad infinitum. Bliss is just out of reach, which makes it that much more tempting. Deliriants have a tendency to produce hallucinations especially well in dim areas - not too dark not too light, and while deliriants can have the ability to produce some lucid hallucinations, the mind struggles to produce anything comprehensible in it's poisoned stupor. Coincidentally enough, the best time to harvest most solanaceous plants (like belladonna) is around the end of September, as it's become the most ripened, or "old" if you may. At the end I envision the man trying to pick more berries from the belladonna plant. Succumbing to the poison he dies next to it as he hallucinates her holding him in her arms. In a way I think this can be a metaphor for how love makes people crazy. But that's the simple way of putting it. |
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| Opeth – Patterns in the Ivy II [*] Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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I like to think of this song in my own way, I don't know how accurate it is, but it's the one I love to envision, or to dream of animating. I imagine a man stumbling upon a belladonna plant, a powerful deliriant and poison, which also translates from Italian to "beautiful lady", and is also referred to as "deadly nightshade". He gets infatuated with this delirium as a form of escape from reality, and personifies it as a woman. He gets entranced by this woman he hallucinates, and seeks to be with her, yet she is just a figment of his imagination, a fantasy in his mind, among all the dysphoria that real life and deliriants bring all too well. I see her walking and him following around corners and turns, her disappearing, him longing, her reappearing, ad infinitum. Bliss is just out of reach, which makes it that much more tempting. Deliriants have a tendency to produce hallucinations especially well in dim areas - not too dark not too light, and while deliriants can have the ability to produce some lucid hallucinations, the mind struggles to produce anything comprehensible in it's poisoned stupor. Coincidentally enough, the best time to harvest most solanaceous plants (like belladonna) is around the end of September, as it's become the most ripened, or "old" if you may. At the end I envision the man trying to pick more berries from the belladonna plant. Succumbing to the poison he dies next to it as he hallucinates her holding him in her arms. In a way I think this can be a metaphor for how love makes people crazy. But that's the simple way of putting it. |
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| Porcupine Tree – Normal Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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This is just my personal interpretation, but since the album this is based off of dealing with kids/teenagers getting prescribed various prescription drugs and other psyche-inhibiting substances influenced kids of this generation. This song has always just been a great reminder of the time I was misdiagnosed with SSRI anti-depressants when I was 10 years old, where I got severely depersonalized to the point where I had to be put in a Special ED/Theraputic classroom for a year and a half. The whole Fear of a Blank Planet album does a really good job at making me remember the nightmares that plagued my out of body mentality at the time. A complete lack of self-awareness, a complete lack of care for yourself and others around you. Everything felt like a hazy dream "But am I here? It's kind of hard to tell, I do a good impression of myself" But I digress, this song completely captures that sub-human feeling you get when in this sort of situation. You're not normal, you're the monster everyone tries to keep away from. "And that restraining order keeps me well at bay" |
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