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*Looks At Yesterday's Entry*
Sep. 1st, 2007 02:28 pmDamn, I was in a shitty mood last night. Opinions on the Gathering still stand, but I sounded like my life sucks. It doesn't, in any way.
In addition to the bed, we're also buying crockery and possibly a TV. Being all house proud and got getting laughed at for it: Priceless.
Emma's off buying fabric for her character's costume, so I'm left writing Starke fiction as a means not to log in to EQ2 and start playing.
The waiting around for PhD supervisors to come back off holiday is annoying, but not that bad. I've got it all written now, so the pressure's off slightly - I just need to tweak, print and hand in.
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As nothing else is particularly happening, and I said I'd start on breakdown of my roleplay soundtrack, I may as well start from the start. Lo and behold: The lyrics that made Daenaram Fearsbane tick.
Meatloaf - Life Is A Lemon (And I Want My Money Back)
This eight minute slice of Steinman teenage wangst formed the second track on Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell II in 1993, and was lovingly remixed (well, remastered to be precise) for his Very Best Of album in 1998. It's a deeply immersive piece of teenage emo poetry, performed with authority by the big Texan and with the drum amps turned up to 11 by percussionist par noisellence Kenny Aronoff, veteran of enough sessions with enough people to know every pattern in the book backwards. Jim's choice to write in the technically difficult F sharp minor was probably deliberate; the sharp leans the key into the ear, but lacks the melodic niceties of D or G minor, subliminally giving the track an edgy, sour tone.
The song itself comprises the rantings of a young drop out who, despite being relatively short on life experience, has seen everything of the world that he wants to and thinks it's a pile of shit. Everything he has tried has failed, everything he wants he's failed to get, and he believes he has no future in the slightest. He probably doesn't.
The anger that Meat managed (and still manages) to put into his renditions of this song rings very true with what I was trying to create for Daenaram who, after all, was truly pissed off at the world, whether he had the right to be or not. It's telling you that everything is broken and wrong, and makes you nod along by sheer force of will. I love Steinman's music.
There is a slight childishness about the lyrics that tells you that the ranting is angst rather than truth, and that the singer is almost an object of ridicule for such vehemence in his certainty. Again, this is quite true with Daenaram; he could have been beaten around the head with a cluebat from now until Christmas and he'd still tell you that life is pain, the world sucks and everyone really is out to make him look bad. He was viewed with disdain for it, and people really couldn't be blamed.
The singer finds fault with anything and everything when it is applied to him, proof in his mind that the world isn't fair. Daenaram saw everything he did being done better by others. He couldn't fight as well as some, scout as well as others, relate to people, or even listen to them without getting angry at what he viewed as their mistakes. He viewed his own existence as useless in the face of all those who could do his job so very much better than him, and he hated them for it. This is where I don't believe you can entirely blame him. He was doing his best and there were others who were just better.
Everything about the song evokes the petty hatred and perceived hopelessness that permeated just about all of Daenaram's character by the time he died. I can see the character in my mind as it plays, stony expression set, walking along underneath his personal cloud, daring anyone to get in his way. Not that he could have done fuck about it if they had, but trying to look hardcore all the same.
Yes, he hated you too.
Life Is A Lemon (And I Want My Money Back)
Jim Steinman
Performed by Meatloaf
[I want my money back! I want my money back!]
It's all or nothing, and nothing's all I ever get.
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out.
It's always something, there's always something going wrong.
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about.
It's a never ending attack.
Everything's a lie, and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon, and I want my money back.
And all the morons, and all the stooges with their coins,
They're the ones who make the rules; it's not a game, it's just a rout.
There's desperation, there's desperation in the air.
It leaves a stain on all your clothes, and no detergent gets it out.
And we're always slipping through the cracks,
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back.
[I want my money back, I want my money back.]
What about love?
It's defective - it's always breaking in half.
What about sex?
It's defective - it's never built to really last.
What about your family?
It's defective - all the batteries are shot.
What about your friends?
They're defective - all the parts are out of stock.
What about hope?
It's defective - it's corroded and decayed.
What about faith?
It's defective - it's tattered and it's frayed.
What about your Gods?
They're defective - they forgot the warranty.
What about your town?
It's defective - it's a dead end street to me.
What about your school?
It's defective - it's a pack of useless lies.
What about your work?
It's defective - it's a crock and then you die.
What about your childhood?
It's defective - it's dead and buried in the past.
What about your future?
It's defective - and you can shove it up your ass!
[I want my money back - life is a lemon.
I want my money back - life is a lemon, life is a lemon.]
It's all or nothing, and nothing's all I ever get.
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out.
It's a never ending attack.
Everything's a lie, and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon, and I want my money back...
And we're always slipping through the cracks,
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back.
Back, back, back, back!
In addition to the bed, we're also buying crockery and possibly a TV. Being all house proud and got getting laughed at for it: Priceless.
Emma's off buying fabric for her character's costume, so I'm left writing Starke fiction as a means not to log in to EQ2 and start playing.
The waiting around for PhD supervisors to come back off holiday is annoying, but not that bad. I've got it all written now, so the pressure's off slightly - I just need to tweak, print and hand in.
_____________
As nothing else is particularly happening, and I said I'd start on breakdown of my roleplay soundtrack, I may as well start from the start. Lo and behold: The lyrics that made Daenaram Fearsbane tick.
Meatloaf - Life Is A Lemon (And I Want My Money Back)
This eight minute slice of Steinman teenage wangst formed the second track on Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell II in 1993, and was lovingly remixed (well, remastered to be precise) for his Very Best Of album in 1998. It's a deeply immersive piece of teenage emo poetry, performed with authority by the big Texan and with the drum amps turned up to 11 by percussionist par noisellence Kenny Aronoff, veteran of enough sessions with enough people to know every pattern in the book backwards. Jim's choice to write in the technically difficult F sharp minor was probably deliberate; the sharp leans the key into the ear, but lacks the melodic niceties of D or G minor, subliminally giving the track an edgy, sour tone.
The song itself comprises the rantings of a young drop out who, despite being relatively short on life experience, has seen everything of the world that he wants to and thinks it's a pile of shit. Everything he has tried has failed, everything he wants he's failed to get, and he believes he has no future in the slightest. He probably doesn't.
The anger that Meat managed (and still manages) to put into his renditions of this song rings very true with what I was trying to create for Daenaram who, after all, was truly pissed off at the world, whether he had the right to be or not. It's telling you that everything is broken and wrong, and makes you nod along by sheer force of will. I love Steinman's music.
There is a slight childishness about the lyrics that tells you that the ranting is angst rather than truth, and that the singer is almost an object of ridicule for such vehemence in his certainty. Again, this is quite true with Daenaram; he could have been beaten around the head with a cluebat from now until Christmas and he'd still tell you that life is pain, the world sucks and everyone really is out to make him look bad. He was viewed with disdain for it, and people really couldn't be blamed.
The singer finds fault with anything and everything when it is applied to him, proof in his mind that the world isn't fair. Daenaram saw everything he did being done better by others. He couldn't fight as well as some, scout as well as others, relate to people, or even listen to them without getting angry at what he viewed as their mistakes. He viewed his own existence as useless in the face of all those who could do his job so very much better than him, and he hated them for it. This is where I don't believe you can entirely blame him. He was doing his best and there were others who were just better.
Everything about the song evokes the petty hatred and perceived hopelessness that permeated just about all of Daenaram's character by the time he died. I can see the character in my mind as it plays, stony expression set, walking along underneath his personal cloud, daring anyone to get in his way. Not that he could have done fuck about it if they had, but trying to look hardcore all the same.
Yes, he hated you too.
Life Is A Lemon (And I Want My Money Back)
Jim Steinman
Performed by Meatloaf
[I want my money back! I want my money back!]
It's all or nothing, and nothing's all I ever get.
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out.
It's always something, there's always something going wrong.
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about.
It's a never ending attack.
Everything's a lie, and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon, and I want my money back.
And all the morons, and all the stooges with their coins,
They're the ones who make the rules; it's not a game, it's just a rout.
There's desperation, there's desperation in the air.
It leaves a stain on all your clothes, and no detergent gets it out.
And we're always slipping through the cracks,
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back.
[I want my money back, I want my money back.]
What about love?
It's defective - it's always breaking in half.
What about sex?
It's defective - it's never built to really last.
What about your family?
It's defective - all the batteries are shot.
What about your friends?
They're defective - all the parts are out of stock.
What about hope?
It's defective - it's corroded and decayed.
What about faith?
It's defective - it's tattered and it's frayed.
What about your Gods?
They're defective - they forgot the warranty.
What about your town?
It's defective - it's a dead end street to me.
What about your school?
It's defective - it's a pack of useless lies.
What about your work?
It's defective - it's a crock and then you die.
What about your childhood?
It's defective - it's dead and buried in the past.
What about your future?
It's defective - and you can shove it up your ass!
[I want my money back - life is a lemon.
I want my money back - life is a lemon, life is a lemon.]
It's all or nothing, and nothing's all I ever get.
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out.
It's a never ending attack.
Everything's a lie, and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon, and I want my money back...
And we're always slipping through the cracks,
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back.
Back, back, back, back!
