Joy Division

[Allan]

Well, I've heard people throw arround words like dark, doomy and gloomy about music I find to be very alive (in lack of a better sounding word) for years. Now the only band I think fits these labels is Joy Division, the song "The Eternal" sounds like a suicide note. Joy Division does in no way fit to the musical aspects usually attached to those words, but it is so dark and gloomy. There it is for you to check out or comment upon if you know them already.

The songs "New Dawn Fades" and "Decades" are amazing btw and not as unberably gloomy as "The Eternal".

 

[Lenore]

joy division are definitely more doomy than any other so called doom band around, that's true. i love them

 

[Bambi]

the eternal isnt a suicde note, its about some mongoloid kid who was confined to his families garden in the area where ian curtis grew up, and when he went back years later the poor bastard was still there, in his little universe in that garden . The lyircs make a lot more sense if you know the background to them.. "cry like a child, tho the years make me older" and all that

they wrote some crap mind you, but stuff like disorder and transmission make most other music sound pointless

 

[Dora]

joy division rules!!! but not sure that they are the most doom. ian is dead anyway, thats some doom, yeah..

 

[toolsofthetrade]

The Blood Divine did a cover of "Love Will Tear Us Apart". wonder how it sounds like

 

[Morpheus]

who actually did not cover this song, eh?

 

[Andy_2003]

slayer?

 

[Dora]

I like Moby version of New dawn fades, Bush covering In a lonely place, Love Like Blood's Decades, Dead Souls - NIN, Isolation - Die Krupps.. lotsa good covers.

 

[Quagmire]

http://members.aol.com/lwtua/covers.htm

 

[Allan]

the eternal isnt a suicde note, its about some mongoloid kid who was confined to his families garden in the area where ian curtis grew up, and when he went back years later the poor bastard was still there, in his little universe in that garden . The lyircs make a lot more sense if you know the background to them.. "cry like a child, tho the years make me older" and all that

they wrote some crap mind you, but stuff like disorder and transmission make most other music sound pointless

I did not know that, but remember I only said it sounded like a suicide note, hard to think otherwise when he sings "accept like a curse an unlucky deal.

 

[sol83]

joy dividion is probably the only good thing that ever came from manchester. shame curtis hanged himself that soon.

 

[Allan]

Honestly I don't really get it in that context. " But children my time is so wastefully spare". But I'm quite drunk.

 

[Dhatura]

But I'm quite drunk.

"accept like a curse an unlucky deal"

 

[Allan]

"accept like a curse an unlucky deal"

I was pretty happy about it yesterday. Today is a different matter, and to make matters worse Fremad just lost and we had 2 players sent off.

 

[Dhatura]

C'est terrible, mon ami!

 

[Bambi]

Honestly I don't really get it in that context. " But children my time is so wastefully spare". But I'm quite drunk.

thats cos those arent the lyrics
you sure you know this song??

"cry like a child a child though the years make me older/with children my time is so wastefully spent"

 

[Dhatura]

Hát istenem, Michelle, my belle, Sunday monkey won't play piano song, piano song...

 

[Allan]

thats cos those arent the lyrics
you sure you know this song??

"cry like a child a child though the years make me older/with children my time is so wastefully spent"

As I said drunk. But that's exactly why they need to print the lyrics, so that drunk foreigners with nothing better to do than study lyrics can understand them as well.

 

[Allan]

C'est terrible, mon ami!

You have no idea.

 

[Bambi]

As I said drunk. But that's exactly why they need to print the lyrics, so that drunk foreigners with nothing better to do than study lyrics can understand them as well.

thats so unfair

http://google.com : "the eternal" "joy division"budda boom budda bing. fuggedabaahtit





Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.