It is fascinating to me how humans, through the Dark Gift, can create ways in which to express the Self, such as music and the instruments to play and create that music, anyway, here is Valentina rocking Liszt live.
A serious "what the ****?" for the sound of this song, but they lyrics are cool. Pretty funny at times too. But he should never do this style of singing or song ever again. NEVER! Tonight I'm covering the city in posters that yells "**** You" **** your Politics,Opinions and Agenda You try to fix my life You don't have a ****ing clue The left can go sit on this finger The right can go and sit on something even bigger Too afraid of living, you have to belong You got one shot at life It's not easy to be strong
When you grab your life by the neck Don't grab the card Grab the whole ****ing deck who said you have to play fair your parents, your teachers and how they got there do what it please, you don't have to play like your brother, just watch his back and be there for each other I don't care what you are what body you're in If you're being an ******* get the **** outta my way There's too many isms I don't care for either one Why not try to be human and Have some ****ing fun
I don't care about your God, your gods or your goddess but i respect that you believe Now I'm trying to be honest **** your views on immigration and your generation revolution We're all ****ing immigrants of superhuman fusion Now when i say "Super" I mean super ****ed Keep your door to your heart open But keep your guns cocked
You're always busy *****ing and complaining and you say so are you Yeah but it's true i can't hide it I complain about ****ing idiots like you
I don't blame the suits though they are paying for the party sure it could be better but the party just got started I celebrate life the opportunities are few I don't care what they expect they can't tell me what to do I don't know where we're going but we're going there fast So I'm staying at the party as long as it last I say **** this world up the *** If we're going to hell We're flying first class There is love but i doubt you can see it Technically it's chemicals But i doubt you can feel it
"Lucifer Sighs". Schumann's "Rhenish" symphony's 4th movement makes me think of the Miltonian version of Lucifer and his legion's fall from Heaven in "Paradise Lost". Sort of a romanticist musical visualization.