Hát azért Elliot Smith sem volt kezdő az öngyilkos-témák boncolgatásában, meg eme dolog kivitelezésében sem,ti. egy barátnőjével folytatott vita után szíven(!)szúrta magát.35 évet élt.
pl.A fond farewell to my friend c.száma(de gyakorlatilag az egész munkássága beillene ide):"I see you're leaving me
Pedig működhet. A Coca-Colának volt egy híres incidense, amely emlékeim szerint súlyos perrel zárult. Mozi, USA, '80-as évek. A film alatt a másodperc töredéke alatt egy cocacolás üveg villant fel, amelyből a néző nem észlelt semmit, de a tudatalattija nagyon is. A bizonyíték: hihetetlen mennyiségű Coke fogyott a szünetben... Sajnos nem emlékszem, hogy a botrány milyen módon derült ki, de bebizonyosodott, hogy a manipulatív mechanizmus nagyon is működik. És veszélyes is lehet.
Olvastam ilyesmiről. Ugyanez állt állítólag valamelyik KISS albumra is... Valamelyik Knights In Satan's Service dalban - az ingerköszübb alatt, a tudatalattira hatva - öngyilkosságra buzdítottak. Nem tudom, milyen eredménnyel.
A Judas Priest Stained Class című albumán tudatküszöb alatt ingerlő üzeneteket helyezett el: "Try Suicide", Let's Be Dead", "Do it, Do it". Két fiatal öngyilkos lett.
Jeremy Wade Dale emlékére született, miután 1991-ben Richardsoni Középiskolában Texasba, angol órán osztálytársai szeme pisztolyt helyezett
a szályába és elsütötte.
PEARL JAM LYRICS
"Jeremy"
at home… drawing pictures… of mountain tops…with him on top.. lemon yellow sun… arms raised in a V…dead lay in pools of
maroon below…Daddy didn't give attention… to the fact that
Mommy didn't care… king jeremy the wicked…ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today Jeremy spoke in class today
clearly I remember… pickin' on the boy…seemed a harmless little fuck… but we unleashed a lion…gnashed his teeth…and bit the recess…
lady's breast…how could I forget…he hit me with a surprise left… my jaw left hurtin…dropped wide open…just like the day…like
the day I heard…daddy didn't give affection…and the boy was
something mommy wouldn't wear…king Jeremy the wicked… ruled his world…
Jeremy spoke in class today Jeremy spoke in class today try to forget this... try to erase this...from the blackboard.
Bocs hogy egy ilyen sokak szerint "subzenével" pofátlankodok be ide, de állítólag egy német kiscsaj a HIM: Join me in death című dalának hatására lett öngyilkos. Valami hasonló témájú filmnek volt a zenéje. A dalszöveget nem írom le, nehogy megkövezzetek:)
Hold on to your genre, your genre's got a hold on you.
Hold on to your hair-do, it's the only thing to hold onto.
Hold on to your genre, your genre's got a hold on you.
Get up on the vapor, 'cause the solid's tough to hold onto.
There's a promise in the back room. See it written in the bathroom.
You tell a little lie and then you
try to get us in your bedroom.
You see our little lives and then you
try to drag you to your death tomb.
I've been checking the seams of your red velvet blazer.
Now I'm haunted by dreams of the things I've found hid there:
All the rabbits you've vanished,
All the cards that you've killed,
All the dawns that you've banished
with too many pills.
Together forever,
the pity, the pleasure,
the privilege, the pressure,
the arteries we sever.
The stillness it chills us
it's chills that we crave.
The stillness will fill us when we fill in our graves.
I never wanted something
like nothing half this much.
I'd gladly trade my state
for nullity and such.
For once to stop this buzzing
and the lights inside my head.
Can I please have truly nothing,
once before I'm dead?
There's a promise in the back room. See it written in the bathroom.
You tell a little lie and then you
try to get us in your bedroom.
You see our little lives and then you
try to drag us to your death tomb.
I've been checking the seams of your red velvet blazer.
And I'm seeing the lines of your will and your wish list:
And you wish you were nothing,
and you wish you were cold,
and you wish day's meant something
so you'd stop getting old.
Back in the day you loved the night,
and you would feast with great delight.
A walnut coffin lined in silk,
and the daughters blood was mother's milk.
But now with fangs red as dusk,
a wet mouth in a drid up husk,
you try to make me one of "us"
you try to make me one of "us"
Are you sick of being pretty?
Are you sick of being cool?
Are you alive beneath your makeup?
Or just an un-dead ghoul?
