ambient, an lonely girl- do you think there’s existence only to the people you know…? while all the other people you haven’t met don’t exist…? noise computer- are we all to die when our over-dependence on technology turns its back on us…? or are the lives we live slowly killing our sense of independence…? rainfalls / colorless days- are raindrops the tears of the clouds in the sky? what if the clouds didn’t want to rain? what if they just wanted to be colorless? black static- is our whole existence not as we see it or is the entire idea and fate of our being send us happen by a computer like system…? eyes disconnect- is one’s know ability to comprehend the being of existence enough to smother them into an endless spiral into self-destruction or does it push you into an state of alienation…? wired roots- is the air all the trees give us give us life or is it slowly killing us all…? analog swallowed- is there a machine that controls when we die from sickness or are we always dying from sickness but our bodies kill it…? in sound- are our names just the sound that we desire to have get our attention or is it the sound of one’s name just a collection of white noise we can use to dub things…? cold shower- is it that we are slowly losing ourselves within the everlastingness of existence or are we becoming one with it and being living zombies…? rainy sadness- are the tears of the fallen the falling droplets from above which turn to snow when cold or does existence itself cry because of it having to existence endlessly forever and never being able to escape its own existence…? computer screen- are those little moments where reality just doesn’t seem right and gives a hint about the digital existence or is it something you aren’t supposed to see…? outside world- is there anyone else suffering in this existence of ours or are we really all alone out here…? nighttime videotape- are the little moments within the night the closest to us being able to revisit moments of baby-minded like pureness or are they the cracks in the walls of reality that bleed the true hidden machined existence…? the connection- is everything in all of existence all connected in a transmission of wires or does everything just disconnect from itself and reality…? transmission control- do we truly have a freewill and control of ourselves or are we slaves to our minds who use us as puppets…? machines exist / lost child- do babies cry when given life because they know the true agony and pain of existence and they’re going to have to be put within such or is gaining an physical form too much for them…? everything is connected- every notice how sometimes events just happen to happen and give a slight moment of seeing everything connect as one, is this an calamity like effect or is it the very idea of existence that listens and desires order by any means necessary using the wires to pull it as one…? shut down- is our existence actually important in the everlastingness of the universe, the heart, the idea of being… do we truly matter within this world…? is it up to us to continue what we’ve done…? where do we go…? e v e r y t h i n g i s c o n n e c t e d are we really in control of ourselves…? is there a chance to escape this hell on earth and t h e r e i s n o e s c a p e can we save ourselves from this fate of endless pain / slavery to society…? the machines that uses us all for their pleasure… w e a r e s l a v e s do you know if we are truly lost / won’t be saved on judgment day…? t h e w i r e s a r e h o l d i n g e v e r y t h i n g i n t o p l a c e please… please… pleaSE!’01010101010101 slow down slow down… (help) t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s ………………………………………….. who am i…? who’s the real me…? throughout life we play as different characters…? which one is the real me…? am i real…? am i alive…? am i dead…? why am i here…? please… get me out of here… hey, don’t leave… don’t leave me here… all alone… in the… ambient, an lonely girl
lyricsheet: h e a l t h i e r b e t t e r healthier better with the dream life only drinking 1 soda every few days takes afternoon walks everyday for 20 minutes drives a nicer safer car with good seatbelts once in a while will go to the atm to deposit cash wakes up on time for work never misses a day no more paranoia no more overthinking not always letting people get to me works a 9 to 5 job 5 days a week is a friendlier more productive person votes each election never leaves any waste behind there is no escape questioning yet won’t ever be answered scared but powerless an upper class member of society it’ll never be idealism yet told there’s optimism within something of nihilistic agony takes the kids on a road trip every summer break goes to the doctor once every month to get the subscriptions crying but says the tears are from laughing hard just keep quiet and wear your smile like a mouse stuck in a mousetrap that was molested in a pool of its piss come healthier sadder with the dream life a rat in a box overdosing on bipolar medication
a g a i n i am in the new age to save you in from a toyota solar crash i’ve been reborn again in the thickening closed doors it’s crashing at the speed of sound i’ve been reborn again in a technological blast-off! i am back again to save the whole world i am under bleeding daydreams interstate overdriving i’ve been reborn again in from the burst of an airbag i somehow got out alive!? it was an seatbelt that saved my life in a technological blast-off! i am back again to save the whole world in a technological blast-off! i am back again to save the whole world
a m b i e n t , a n l o n e l y g i r l she waits to understand your fall over the seas of all the towns philosophy of the godless martyrs what if the sun didn’t rise? what if the moon never bloomed? what if we all disintegrated? lonely, lonely girl what are you going to do? within a computer of enlightenment in her room, sleeps never in the darkness of her room she waits to believe again when there won’t be blue alarms philosophy of the godless martyrs what if the sun didn’t rise? what if the moon never bloomed? what if we all disintegrated? what if the stars didn’t shine? what if we’re all on our deathbeds? lonely, lonely girl what are you going to do? within a computer of enlightenment lonely, lonely girl what are you going to do? within a computer of enlightenment in a black shirt, in bed she lays alone cold porcelain lifeless face of hers she becomes one with ambients of the early, early morning around 5 it’s lonely before the world wakes up and she sees her television static is it too late for her and us all? and she walks around the city walking into the ambient, an lonely girl
l o w and you don’t need to fall so low and as you adrift into blue snow and you don’t even seem to know and do you know how to let go? you know that i wouldn’t hurt you but you always descend so far and as you fall with the birds i’ve been hurting i’ve been downhearted i’ve bled out wires and disconnection i’ve been drifting i’ve been longing i’ve bled out wires hold me please… and you don’t seem to even try to rise and endlessly fall beyond below and you could see why it hurts you and you walk alone in the neighborhoods you know that what they’re doing hurts me you know i that to adore you always and as you fall with the birds i’ve been hurting i’ve been downhearted i’ve bled out wires and disconnection i’ve been drifting i’ve been longing i’ve bled out wires hold me please… i’ve been hurting i’ve been downhearted i’ve bled out wires and disconnection i’ve been drifting i’ve been longing i’ve bled out wires hold me please… i’ve been hurting i’ve been downhearted i’ve bled out wires and disconnection i’ve been drifting i’ve been longing i’ve bled out wires hold me please…
subliminal overdrive transmission (you didn’t make it but at least you tried) a adoring transcending descend saying something that was never meant watching all your time be misspent swallowing that saddening rem why must it have a quiet end she’s always sentimental while he’s listening to black metal and descending to a lower level you need to know when its time to let go… a melancholic eye in the sky wondering when the wires will die does these digitalized lives make you cry? is their touch as real as mine? can money even buy the time that has died? she’s always sentimental while he’s listening to black metal and descending to a lower level you need to know when its time to let go… she’s always sentimental while he’s listening to black metal and descending to a lower level you need to know when its time to let go… (you didn’t make it but at least you tried)
@@pinkfridge6111 she’s always sentimental while he’s listening to black metal and descending to a lower level you need to know when its time to let go…
Man, I am infactuated with this album. From the eerie music all around. To the dark and demonic voice, to the end. I have not many words to describe this masterpiece, I love it.
@@fallenangelcrimson Tbh, I didn't get track of which song was which. I watched all of it as a continueous song, and I don't really have a favorite, but if I had to say. I'll probably say the first three since I find it like a very good start, and the last three because the tension inside of the mysterious songs was so good. Again I don't have a favorite, I like all of them for their uniqueness and all. Anyways, good job
Does the title "the modren life" represent how this album is rooted in the absurdity of modern life, while changing "modern" to "modren" to show how "modernity" has started shifting and distorting ? Edit: Nvm, modren is just another way of saying "post-modern"
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ambient, an lonely girl-
do you think there’s existence only to the people you know…? while all the other people you haven’t met don’t exist…?
noise computer-
are we all to die when our over-dependence on technology turns its back on us…? or are the lives we live slowly killing our sense of independence…?
rainfalls / colorless days-
are raindrops the tears of the clouds in the sky? what if the clouds didn’t want to rain? what if they just wanted to be colorless?
black static-
is our whole existence not as we see it or is the entire idea and fate of our being send us happen by a computer like system…?
eyes disconnect-
is one’s know ability to comprehend the being of existence enough to smother them into an endless spiral into self-destruction or does it push you into an state of alienation…?
wired roots-
is the air all the trees give us give us life or is it slowly killing us all…?
analog swallowed-
is there a machine that controls when we die from sickness or are we always dying from sickness but our bodies kill it…?
in sound-
are our names just the sound that we desire to have get our attention or is it the sound of one’s name just a collection of white noise we can use to dub things…?
cold shower-
is it that we are slowly losing ourselves within the everlastingness of existence or are we becoming one with it and being living zombies…?
rainy sadness-
are the tears of the fallen the falling droplets from above which turn to snow when cold or does existence itself cry because of it having to existence endlessly forever and never being able to escape its own existence…?
computer screen-
are those little moments where reality just doesn’t seem right and gives a hint about the digital existence or is it something you aren’t supposed to see…?
outside world-
is there anyone else suffering in this existence of ours or are we really all alone out here…?
nighttime videotape-
are the little moments within the night the closest to us being able to revisit moments of baby-minded like pureness or are they the cracks in the walls of reality that bleed the true hidden machined existence…?
the connection-
is everything in all of existence all connected in a transmission of wires or does everything just disconnect from itself and reality…?
transmission control-
do we truly have a freewill and control of ourselves or are we slaves to our minds who use us as puppets…?
machines exist / lost child-
do babies cry when given life because they know the true agony and pain of existence and they’re going to have to be put within such or is gaining an physical form too much for them…?
everything is connected-
every notice how sometimes events just happen to happen and give a slight moment of seeing everything connect as one, is this an calamity like effect or is it the very idea of existence that listens and desires order by any means necessary using the wires to pull it as one…?
shut down-
is our existence actually important in the everlastingness of the universe, the heart, the idea of being… do we truly matter within this world…? is it up to us to continue what we’ve done…? where do we go…? e v e r y t h i n g i s c o n n e c t e d are we really in control of ourselves…? is there a chance to escape this hell on earth and t h e r e i s n o e s c a p e can we save ourselves from this fate of endless pain / slavery to society…? the machines that uses us all for their pleasure… w e a r e s l a v e s do you know if we are truly lost / won’t be saved on judgment day…? t h e w i r e s a r e h o l d i n g e v e r y t h i n g i n t o p l a c e please… please… pleaSE!’01010101010101 slow down slow down… (help) t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s t h e y d o n ‘ t w a n t y o u t o s e e t h i s …………………………………………..
who am i…?
who’s the real me…?
throughout life we play as different characters…?
which one is the real me…?
am i real…?
am i alive…?
am i dead…?
why am i here…?
please… get me out of here…
hey, don’t leave…
don’t leave me here…
all alone…
in the…
ambient, an lonely girl
lyricsheet:
h e a l t h i e r b e t t e r
healthier better
with the dream life
only drinking 1 soda every few days
takes afternoon walks everyday for 20 minutes
drives a nicer safer car with good seatbelts
once in a while will go to the atm to deposit cash
wakes up on time for work
never misses a day
no more paranoia
no more overthinking
not always letting people get to me
works a 9 to 5 job 5 days a week
is a friendlier more productive person
votes each election
never leaves any waste behind
there is no escape
questioning yet won’t ever be answered
scared but powerless
an upper class member of society
it’ll never be idealism
yet told there’s optimism
within something of nihilistic agony
takes the kids on a road trip every summer break
goes to the doctor once every month to get the subscriptions
crying but says the tears are from laughing hard
just keep quiet and wear your smile
like a mouse
stuck in a mousetrap
that was molested in a pool of its piss
come
healthier sadder
with the dream life
a rat
in a box
overdosing
on bipolar medication
a g a i n
i am in the new age to save you
in from a toyota solar crash
i’ve been reborn again
in the thickening closed doors
it’s crashing at the speed of sound
i’ve been reborn again
in a technological blast-off!
i am back again to save the whole world
i am under bleeding daydreams
interstate overdriving
i’ve been reborn again
in from the burst of an airbag
i somehow got out alive!?
it was an seatbelt that saved my life
in a technological blast-off!
i am back again to save the whole world
in a technological blast-off!
i am back again to save the whole world
a m b i e n t , a n l o n e l y g i r l
she waits to understand your fall
over the seas of all the towns
philosophy of the godless martyrs
what if the sun didn’t rise?
what if the moon never bloomed?
what if we all disintegrated?
lonely, lonely girl
what are you going to do?
within a computer of enlightenment
in her room, sleeps never
in the darkness of her room
she waits to believe again
when there won’t be blue alarms
philosophy of the godless martyrs
what if the sun didn’t rise?
what if the moon never bloomed?
what if we all disintegrated?
what if the stars didn’t shine?
what if we’re all on our deathbeds?
lonely, lonely girl
what are you going to do?
within a computer of enlightenment
lonely, lonely girl
what are you going to do?
within a computer of enlightenment
in a black shirt, in bed she lays alone
cold porcelain lifeless face of hers
she becomes one with ambients
of the early, early morning
around 5 it’s lonely
before the world wakes up
and she sees her television static
is it too late for her and us all?
and she walks around the city
walking into the ambient, an lonely girl
l o w
and you don’t need to fall so low
and as you adrift into blue snow
and you don’t even seem to know
and do you know how to let go?
you know that i wouldn’t hurt you
but you always descend so far
and as you fall with the birds
i’ve been hurting
i’ve been downhearted
i’ve bled out wires
and disconnection
i’ve been drifting
i’ve been longing
i’ve bled out wires
hold me please…
and you don’t seem to even try to rise
and endlessly fall beyond below
and you could see why it hurts you
and you walk alone in the neighborhoods
you know that what they’re doing hurts me
you know i that to adore you always
and as you fall with the birds
i’ve been hurting
i’ve been downhearted
i’ve bled out wires
and disconnection
i’ve been drifting
i’ve been longing
i’ve bled out wires
hold me please…
i’ve been hurting
i’ve been downhearted
i’ve bled out wires
and disconnection
i’ve been drifting
i’ve been longing
i’ve bled out wires
hold me please…
i’ve been hurting
i’ve been downhearted
i’ve bled out wires
and disconnection
i’ve been drifting
i’ve been longing
i’ve bled out wires
hold me please…
subliminal overdrive transmission
(you didn’t make it but at least you tried)
a adoring transcending descend
saying something that was never meant
watching all your time be misspent
swallowing that saddening rem
why must it have a quiet end
she’s always sentimental
while he’s listening to black metal
and descending to a lower level
you need to know when its time to let go…
a melancholic eye in the sky
wondering when the wires will die
does these digitalized lives make you cry?
is their touch as real as mine?
can money even buy the time that has died?
she’s always sentimental
while he’s listening to black metal
and descending to a lower level
you need to know when its time to let go…
she’s always sentimental
while he’s listening to black metal
and descending to a lower level
you need to know when its time to let go…
(you didn’t make it but at least you tried)
This gives me the same feeling as watching Serial Experiments: Lain,
a mix of enlightenment and deafening.
You made something absolutely amazing.
t h a n k y o u < 3
what tracks do you like?
@@fallenangelcrimsonAll of them, but my favourite has to be subliminal overdrive transmission
@@pinkfridge6111
she’s always sentimental
while he’s listening to black metal
and descending to a lower level
you need to know when its time to let go…
(you didn’t make it but at least you tried)
Man, I am infactuated with this album. From the eerie music all around. To the dark and demonic voice, to the end. I have not many words to describe this masterpiece, I love it.
t h a n k y o u < 3
what each one’s did you like the most?
@@fallenangelcrimson Tbh, I didn't get track of which song was which. I watched all of it as a continueous song, and I don't really have a favorite, but if I had to say. I'll probably say the first three since I find it like a very good start, and the last three because the tension inside of the mysterious songs was so good. Again I don't have a favorite, I like all of them for their uniqueness and all. Anyways, good job
@@wheelandaxle
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Does the title "the modren life" represent how this album is rooted in the absurdity of modern life, while changing "modern" to "modren" to show how "modernity" has started shifting and distorting ?
Edit: Nvm, modren is just another way of saying "post-modern"