A song for a histrionic

I was flipping through my old music today, and I stumbled across this song. It really struck me as a song for my mom, so I figured it might fit some of your HPDs, too.

How Bout You - Staind

If someone showed you the way
Would you take the wheel and steer?
It hurts me that your not ashamed
Of what you're doing here
If they jumped off a bridge
Would you meet them on the ground?
Or would you try and claim
It never made a sound?

Everyone plays the hand they're dealt
And learns to walk through life themselves
Not everything in life is handed on a plate
When people think your words are true
It doesn't matter what you do
I sold my soul to get here
How 'bout you?

so you choose to force your hand
What a strange way to make friends
And you always change the rules
so the drama never ends
And you blindly go through life
Judging only but it's worth
Just try not to forget
That the meek inherit earth

[Chorus]

So please don't take offence
This is just a point of view
'Cause I'm the only one who
Will say these things to you

[Chorus][/b]

That was excellent...thank you for sharing

btw I love that group

That is really really awesome that you posted that. Being into angsty music, I love this guy. I said within the last week that I think we share alot in common emotionally and not just cause of lyrics, but the dynamics of his riffs, sullen to powerful.

He really seems like a wonderful, albeit not dealing well, spokesman for being with an HPD.

I don't think my stbx ever really had a song that she considered ours, but it was a staind song that was my personal pick that always seemed to really 'fit'.



Right Here lyrics

I know I've been mistaken
But just give me a break and see the changes that I've made
I've got some imperfections
But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting

I hope you're not intending
To be so condescending it's as much as i can take
and you're so independent
you just refuse to bend so I keep bending till I break

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting

I've made a commitment
I'm willing to bleed for you
I needed fulfillment
I found what I need in you

Why can't you just forgive me
I don't want to relive all the mistakes I've made along the way
But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting
I always find the words to say to keep you right here waiting

But you always find a way
To keep me right here waiting
You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting
And if I chose to walk away would you be right here waiting
Searching for the things to say to keep me right here waiting





Also the more i learn of hpd/npd, the more depth Tool lyrics have seemed to take on.

particularly Sober and The Pot...(they address opposite sides of the matter too : ) )

I got another one by Orgy!

http://www.qlyrics.com/orgy/make_up_your_mind/

If You Wanna Be Happy
Jimmy Soul

If you wanna be happy
For the rest of your life,
Never make a pretty woman your wife,
So from my personal point of view,
Get an ugly girl to marry you.

A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall.
As soon as he marries her
Then she starts to do
The things that will break his heart.
But if you make an ugly woman your wife,
You'll be happy for the rest of your life,
An ugly woman cooks her meals on time,
She'll always give you peace of mind.

Don't let your friends say
You have no taste,
Go ahead and marry anyway,
Though her face is ugly,
Her eyes don't match,
Take it from me she's a better catch.

Say man.
Hey baby.
Saw your wife the other day.
Yeah?
Yeah, she's ugly.
Yeah, she's ugly but she sure can cook.
Yeah?. Okay.

+++++++++++++
lol

Sir*Lingam

taylor pie - that song could have been writen by me for sure. Always saying that I was deserting the family when I was at work!! Yep, she would call me angry many times about how I didn't care about my baby or her. Oh! You know she was getting people to believe how bad of a person I was for supporting them. Nice post.

There is this new metallica song that just resonates...the lyrics and the fast angered music just speak to me these days. The line 'the slave becomes the master' is so true. When I bid farewell, I got myself back

END OF THE LINE
by METALLICA

Need... More and more
Tainted misery.

Bleed... Battle scars
Chemical affinity.

Reign... Legacy
Innocence corrode.

Stain... Rot away
Catatonic overload.

Choke... Asphyxia
Snuff reality.

Scorch... Kill the light
Incinerate celebrity.

Reaper... Butchery
Karma amputee.

Bloodline... Redefine
Death contagious deity.

Hooked into this deceiver
Need more and more
Into the endless fever
Need more and more

New consequence machine
You burn through all your gasoline.
Asylum overtime
Nevermind...
You've reached the end of the line.

Time... Choke the clock
Steal another day.

Die... Faithfully
Narcissistic fade away.

Twisted... Jump the rail
Shatter the crowd below.

Breaker... Chase the ghost
From latest high to alltime low.

Hooked into this deceiver
Need more and more
Into the endless fever
Need more and more

New consequence machine
You burn through all your gasoline.
Asylum overtime
Nevermind...
You've reached the end of the line.

Drop the hourglass of time
Spilling sand we will not find
As we gather here today
We bid farewell...

The slave becomes the master.
The slave becomes the master.
The slave becomes the master.

The slave becomes the master
Need more and more
Right now and everafter
Need more and more

New consequence machine
You burn through all your gasoline.
Asylum overtime
Nevermind...

Dead hourglass of time
Sand we will not ever find
We gather here today
Say goodbye
Cause you've reached the end of the line.

The end of the line.
The end of the line.
The end of the line.
You've reached the end of the line.

since we are on the topic of music and i know there are others that do play music on here, i would like to share something.

i am now 31.

when i was 19, my band at the time found a way backstage (we were barterers for poor souls on the road, hehe) at a concert where Clutch was the headliner. we were let backstage because of the opening, opening act, but quickly made our way to the people we were really there for. We end up hanging on with Clutch for the rest of the night.

This relationship just barely continued as they opened on tour with Pantera. However, we re-established and got them to do us a favor. Well after they listened to our demo, we were their favorite band! They sported our t-shirts and we were totally thrilled.

We then were slotted to open up for them on a nation wide tour! However, several things fell apart and it didn't happen. However we did get into free shows, backstage passes, times on the bus, etc. Lead singer for pantera, philip anselmo tried to once sign my backstage pass and i smack his arm away and said, "I don't want that ######6 $#%^! I came over here to say you kick ass and we're with clutch and out of beer." He simply hugged the $#%^ out of me. We're talking two of my favorite bands ever at this time.

Yes, I have been on the mountain and seen it crumble before. This hdp theme is like an old friend in many ways. Fortunately, I have a sense of pride and occasionally feelings of invincibility when things are at their worst. Wish it was always there though, but at least it hangs around.

Chaosanity, that's a great story. As you know, the music business isn't stable and things that seem ready to happen can have a habit of suddenly vanishing. But I'm sure you've got many wonderful memories.

Without going into too much detail, I earned my living as a musician. I retired about 20 years ago. Music was a huge part of my life, and while I was kind of jaded by it all the love of music never really left me. But here's the thing; I was maybe 2 years into the relationship with the HPD when I literally woke one morning and asked myself "Where did the music go?" As dramatic as that sounds, I found that when I was with her any inclination I had to sit down at the piano, or even listen to a piece of music with my 'musicians ears on' had gone. I never even noticed it go.
After that I'd think about it sometimes. I got myself to a keyboard and sat there, but nothing happened. I could have gone through the motions of playing, but that's all it would have been - motions.
So for me the impact and destruction made by the HPD manifest itself in another very clear and distinctive manner. I was a musician all my life, until I became involved with her.

Again, we tread the path together. I was in a band that was bringing in a good deal of extra income that was supplying, not only furniture and items for the baby's room, but also nice meals and other 'luxuries'. It was actually fun to explain what it is like to be a 'rock star' when you can say you just used the money to buy a deluxe model breast pump.

She ruined this for me. Injected so much drama into gig nights that I would overextend breaks and not make practices at times. Eventually, everyone in the band hated her and wished I would leave her. (Do I have any friends that didn't feel this way???) No, I quit instead. It was partly because their was a lack of creative confidence in the band, despite some of the most talented musicians. I likely wouldn't have quit otherwise, but still i wonder if i would have without her added difficulties. I knew that I wasn't about to get in a new band when she wasn't even happy about me going to work.

I do now have a couple of options that I am trying to find the motivation to pursue, in the realm of playing out that is. I am an extremely diverse and emotional drummer. I know how to bring the dynamics, tempo, and feel to greatly enhance a musicians meaning and feeling. I usually can push a song to new levels or into more complex realms emotionally. But now I just play on my acoustic and sing/play whatever is flowing into my mind. This mostly leads to crying. Yep. Almost every time.