The video provides a great visual metaphor for Staley's addiction. So sad. He was an amazingly talented person. Never got the chance to see him live but at least I got to inhabit the earth at the same time as one of my heroes.
Still my favourite AIC song live, something so darkly profound about the vocals and instrumentation combined, like some a vivid waking dream when some epiphany is realized
How the mind does shout for rest When the body is shaken, yeah Oh, this tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking Oh Lord, is this a test? Was it fun creating, yeah? My god's a little sick And he wants me crazy Who Are you Who can say It's ok to live through me? Live to be Part of me You're a wrinkled magazine Yeah Was it something that I said? Was it how they're breaking, yeah? I'm so selfish, paying your rent While your blood I'm taking You Spend me Like a tree Dirty dollar bills for leaves Dark in a sea Of my seeds And the tears on which you feed You feed Your body is a temple A dormant alter To where infantile men lie around Itching and nibbling For a small piece of sanity Of which you can not give Shit! Individuality Buying penance with my soul And a little Heaven spent Why the hell not take it? Thieves Parasites Hide from life You know they'll remember me They are abhorred In self-worth All that matters much to me, yeah
im so glad this footage exists
The best rock 'n roll vocalist to ever live. Over 20 years and it still hurts. We miss you, Layne. RIP buddy...
The video provides a great visual metaphor for Staley's addiction. So sad. He was an amazingly talented person. Never got the chance to see him live but at least I got to inhabit the earth at the same time as one of my heroes.
Still my favourite AIC song live, something so darkly profound about the vocals and instrumentation combined, like some a vivid waking dream when some epiphany is realized
the spoken word, too.
I have never seen this video! It ROCKSSSSS!
How the mind does shout for rest
When the body is shaken, yeah
Oh, this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Oh Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who
Are you
Who can say
It's ok to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah?
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking
You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
Your body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
Why the hell not take it?
Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred
In self-worth
All that matters much to me, yeah
WOW - where did this video hang out the whole time? Great to find it.