|
Post by KNOWTHIS on Apr 7, 2009 7:23:56 GMT -5
This song is so powerful to me when you mix the lyrics with the imagery. Notice that the crowd flips their middle fingers at Bush. Sadly Trent Reznor recently hinted that he's finished making music. The worst news that I've heard. www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaeIP1NiF1M&feature=relatedNine Inch Nails: Right Where It Belongs
|
|
|
Post by Swamp Gas on Apr 8, 2009 22:18:37 GMT -5
Pretty Cool and Serene song, although they keep you off balance with the shock aspect. Reznor actually has a pretty good voice.
|
|
|
Post by KNOWTHIS on Apr 9, 2009 3:48:15 GMT -5
Trent is a very deep, emotional person. I’ve seen him cry on stage when performing some of these songs. You can tell that they are very personal and dear to him. I still get the chills when I hear this song because it means so much to me as well. It questions reality in every sense. Is life but a very convincing dream-like illusion that we’ve all bought in to? Can we learn to see beyond the veil? If we could, would we even have the courage to see what’s on the other side? In a sense we are all just animals living in a cage that most of us are not even aware of yet. "Are you sure what side of the glass you are on"? We can however break free at any time. But the illusion is very cunning and tempting. It keeps sucking us back in to the matrix. www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article391138.eceTop scientist asks: is life all just a dream?
|
|
|
Post by KNOWTHIS on Apr 9, 2009 4:30:09 GMT -5
|
|
|
Post by Swamp Gas on Apr 13, 2009 23:37:13 GMT -5
Top scientist asks: is life all just a dream? A Dream Within a DreamEdgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep - while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
|
|
|
Post by KNOWTHIS on May 14, 2009 16:39:16 GMT -5
Nice classic poem. It still holds true today. Deep thinkers of years past.
|
|