Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Disturbed!!!! are they in to heavy metal???

Disturbed is a band from Chicago, Illinois. It was formed in 1996 when musicians Dan Donegan, Steve "Fuzz" Kmak, and Mike Wengren hired singer David Draiman in Chicago, Illinois. Disturbed was originally founded as a nu metal band, but are now regarded as hard rock or heavy metal, although some critics regard them as alternative metal. There is still much debate on whether the band should be considered heavy metal. Many extreme metal fans, for example, would not consider Disturbed's music as what they call "true metal."
Band members:
David Draiman
Dan Donegan
John Moyer
Mike Wengren
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
kurts final letter read it!!!
Kurt's farewell:
To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would
rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty
easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over
the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, the ethics
involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven
to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as
creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I
feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example when we're
backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins, it
doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury, who seem to
love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is somehting I
totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It
simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to
rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk
out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I
do, God believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I
and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of
those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too
sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I
once had as a child. On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better
appreciation for all the people I've known personally and as fans of our
music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I
have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love
people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad
little sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just
enjoy it? I don't know! I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and
empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full
of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good
and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point where I can
barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the
miseraable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become. I have it
good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become
hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for
people to get along and have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry
for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning,
nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm
too much of an erratic, moody, baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and
so remember, it's better to burn out then to fade away. Peace, Love,
Empathy. Kurt Cobain.
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar
Please keep going Courtney,
for Frances.
for her life will be so much happier
without me. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU
To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would
rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty
easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over
the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, the ethics
involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven
to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as
creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I
feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example when we're
backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins, it
doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury, who seem to
love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is somehting I
totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It
simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to
rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk
out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I
do, God believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I
and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of
those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too
sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I
once had as a child. On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better
appreciation for all the people I've known personally and as fans of our
music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I
have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love
people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad
little sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just
enjoy it? I don't know! I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and
empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full
of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good
and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point where I can
barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the
miseraable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become. I have it
good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become
hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for
people to get along and have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry
for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning,
nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm
too much of an erratic, moody, baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and
so remember, it's better to burn out then to fade away. Peace, Love,
Empathy. Kurt Cobain.
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar
Please keep going Courtney,
for Frances.
for her life will be so much happier
without me. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Hoobastank!!!!!!!
Monday, December 04, 2006
cold
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
lyrics choupsey
(We're rolling suicide)
Wake up (Wake up)Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars tofade away the shakeup (
Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go
create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brushand put a little makeup
You wanted to,
Hide the scars
to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to,
Why'd you
leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to,
Whydon't think you trust,I
n my self righteoussuicide,
I cry when angels deserve to DIE!!!
Wake up (Wake up)Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the
(Hide the scars to fade awaythe shakeup)
Why'd you leave the keys upon thetable?
Here you go c
reate another fable
Youwanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Youwanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Youwanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to,
Why don't think you trust,
In my self righteous suicide,
I cry when angels deserveto die
In my self righteous suicide,I cry when angels
deserve to die
Father (Father), Father (Father),
Father (Father), Father (Father)!Father into your hands,
Icommend my spirit,Father, into your hands,
Why haveyou forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In yourthoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh!
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I cry whenangels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
Icry when angels deserve to die
Wake up (Wake up)Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars tofade away the shakeup (
Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go
create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brushand put a little makeup
You wanted to,
Hide the scars
to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to,
Why'd you
leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to,
Whydon't think you trust,I
n my self righteoussuicide,
I cry when angels deserve to DIE!!!
Wake up (Wake up)Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the
(Hide the scars to fade awaythe shakeup)
Why'd you leave the keys upon thetable?
Here you go c
reate another fable
Youwanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Youwanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Youwanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to,
Why don't think you trust,
In my self righteous suicide,
I cry when angels deserveto die
In my self righteous suicide,I cry when angels
deserve to die
Father (Father), Father (Father),
Father (Father), Father (Father)!Father into your hands,
Icommend my spirit,Father, into your hands,
Why haveyou forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In yourthoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh!
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I cry whenangels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
Icry when angels deserve to die
Rock week!!!!
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