Есть такая музыкальная группа - Mind.In.A.Box. Согласно информации из Википедии, стиль группы - это совмещение элементов futurepop, прогрессивный транс и индастриал. Впрочем, стили не имеют никакого значения.
mind.in.a.box — это метафора обозначающая все то, что мешает нашему разуму быть действительно свободным, начиная от повседневной рутины и заканчивая фундаментальным чувством одиночества, которое появляется у нас из-за нарастающего эгоизма окружающих. Музыка mind.in.a.box включает в себя монологи, обрывки аудио-записей и разговоров, соединенных в основную идею альбомов. Всё вместе это представляет собой мистическую историю в стиле science fiction, fantasy и noir fiction.Из той же Википедии
Эта музыка для меня звучит очень "вечерне". Как время, в которое солнце начинает клониться к горизонту. Его косые лучи и полная темнота.
ТекстI can see myself tucked in and fast asleep,
looking all peaceful, but in my dreams I weep.
from far up I'm looking down upon myself,
and I wonder who it is that's lying there.
I feel like in a world all beside myself,
afraid I won't wake up, with no one there to care.
I know someone used to watch me in my sleep,
but some things seem just impossible to keep.
I fight hard to bring it back into my mind,
but to no use, it all seems to be a blank.
I wonder what it was that had me defined,
but one thing I know: I have myself to thank.
I feel like I have amnesia,
but I know it's myself I've lost.
I wonder what's happened so far,
and what might have been the cost.
I'm not sure I want to know
any of the things I've done.
I don't know yet where to go,
but I'll accept my past is gone.
I feel like I have amnesia,
and I've missed the heavenly host.
I'm surprised I've come this far,
living without what I need most.
I don't think I can go back,
to the things that were before.
though I'm now always wearing black,
I don't bemoan my life of yore.
I wake up and feel like I should be at home,
but I do not know this, it's not where I belong.
my head is dazed and my mind is all confused,
and I'm not quite sure that I'm really there.
but the mirror shows me looking out, bemused,
into a blank place that could be anywhere.
I feel like I have been left out in the cold,
and it hurts to know that this is all my fault.
I leave this place to find familiar ground,
but the whole world seems to have been rearranged.
now my former self is nowhere to be found,
and I know that it's myself that's changed.ТекстЕvery day I look the same,
and the sun is always shining.
I look out, and there is 3D.
I keep looking down and miss my shadow.
every day my hair is fine,
but one dot keeps changing colors.
I know my heritage is noble,
but still I feel like I'm a clone.
8 bits are enough for me,
this is not where I should be.
my life is more than information,
I want a life beyond emulation.
I look out and everything's too fast for me,
and I feel there must be more.
every day I dream of where I've come from,
now I know I'm just an emulation.
the next time I see the serial cable,
I jump on the train and leave this world.
now I'm an original, I'm like my ancestors.
and my hair is finally all yellow.
8 bits are enough for me,
this is not where I should be.
my life is more than information,
I want a life beyond emulation.текстand I will never see the truth,
this is not a matter of my youth.
I do not need anybody else,
bonds would put my mind into cells.
and I will never know I was wrong,
never listen to those truly strong.
I do not fear anything that's not me,
ignorance is the ultimate key.
but I wouldn't want to live like this forever.
but change myself? never, never!
the very thought sends shivers down my spine.
I'm sure everything, everything will be fine.
I am the one who cries out at night,
for somebody to change my very core.
not sure why I live in endless fright,
doomed to love only myself forevermore.
I am the one who has no real friends,
shallow people flocking to my banner.
always trying to make easy amends,
cherishing my own overbearing manner.
life - always fragile.
I will never change.
love - always fleeting.
I will never change.
life - always fragile.
I will never change.
love - always fleeting.
I will never change.
but I wouldn't want to live like this forever.
maybe I really was too clever.
but I wouldn't want to end like that.
I would die lonely and incredibly sad.
I will never drag myself out of this,
the shadows of my past bogging me down.
feeling lost in turmoil and crisis,
my face forever set in an endless frown.
I have been hurt beyond mental repair,
thence destined to suffer eternal damnation.
no one can be there for me to care,
but without I will never find salvation.
lust - always empty.
but I will never change.
death - always tempting.
but I will never change.
lust - always empty.
but I will never change.
death - always tempting.
but I will never change.
everything is about control.
I must never slip, nor ever fall.
anything is possible for me.
I must never doubt, and finally be free.
and finally be free.
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