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i had forgotten what it felt like to let go.
i have always loved to dance. There is nothing quite like letting yourself ride on the wave of sound and vibration, like feeling the air in your lungs beating with the bass line. But with metal there is more to it...not just catchy lyrics or a funky rhythm. With metal there is passion unchecked, raw emotion that sweeps you up and carries you forward into the maelstrom. In the lyrics you hear your own pain and anger, your own hate and despair. This is not a time to jiggle your ass or try to impress anyone. This is a time to look within yourself and find your own voice, and then let your body scream for you. That is why you must dance, and dance hard. That is why you thrash, and contort, and slam your fists into imaginary faces, and glasgow-kiss the air. This is why you burn your throat with someone else's words...because in every way imaginable, they are your own. You can find yourself in this meelee, only to lose yourself and be glad that you have. This is where you come to release the venom that builds up inside you, for whatever reason. It seeps from your skin as you sweat, tainting the air, feeding back into the atmosphere of shared disillusionment. The people around you are just as angry, just as hurt, and from every walk of life. Here you fit in, here no-one questions who you are or what you believe in. For a night, you hold communion with them, worshipping at the altar of your shared grief. This is my religion and yours...our cleansing, our baptism by fire.
I wanna feel the change consume me
Feel the outside turning in
I wanna feel the metamorphosis
cleansing i've endured within
my shadow
change is coming
now is my time
listen to my muscle memory
contemplate what i've been clinging to
Tool - Forty-Six & 2
Thanks for putting it into words - very eloquent. I hope that my words do justice.
Poetry and form intertwine on the dancefloor, the dual snakes of healing. They criss-cross our souls... lancing through the darkness... cauterising the pain. Released we may heal.
the beat that breaks me
in the darkness
a strobe reaches out
touching my closed eyes
i force out my pains
all energies leak through my pores
crushing ghosts and shadows
to the beat that tears at my face
i cannot halt
the aggressions you pull from my soul
and renew
and steal
and replenish
and devour
until my muscles suicide
i am your whore
my beautiful
my hateful
my demanding
mistress called music
