God of Thunder and Rock'n'Roll (archmage) wrote,
God of Thunder and Rock'n'Roll
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Energy

When I get really down or occupied, there's nothing like a good, hard, driving song that I can get my head-banging and air-guitar on to. It's more than just my ex-rocker coming out, it's more than liking the song, it's the energy that comes out of it...like the energy I used to get onstage.

Let me tell you about being onstage - nothing beats that. NOTHING. Better than money, better than sex, better than anything you can imagine. There you are, pouring all your energy into your music, and you project that energy outwards to the crowd; you blast it like a firehose, letting it spray everywhere, and you drench that crowd in your vibe, your groove, the sheer force of your music. The crowd, for their part, they don't turn away, they don't flinch, they drink that shit down, absorbing it all, letting none go to waste, like the concept of allowing any of it to get away is like like throwing your money in the street...sacrilege. They take it, they take it all, and then, then, only then does the reaction occur. Your music, your energy, it fuels that reaction, but against all laws of physics and the universe, that fuel isn't used up, it actually multiplies, becoming twice, thrice, four times what it was. All this happens so quickly, that before you know it, that energy comes back at you, hitting you with the force of a tidal wave, washing over you with the heat of a thousand suns...but you do not burn, you don't crisp, you don't even tan. Instead, you feed on it, glut yourself with it, gorge yourself like a black hole that's whirled too close to a fiery star. At that moment, you are transformed...you are no longer human, no longer organic, no longer of this plane...you become light, heat, energy, plasma, thought...and it cycles, back and forth, back and forth, continuously between you and that audience, and nothing else can touch you, nothing can hurt you, you are invincible, invulnerable...you are a GOD.

I've lived for that moment...and I miss it like no one can say. The closest I get to feeling that again, is when one of those songs comes on...one of those that just seems to have a little of that energy bound within it. This is one.

Bad Religion - "American Jesus"

I don't need to be a global citizen
Because i'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity

There are things that seem to pull us under
And there are things that drag us down
But there's a power and a vital presence
Thats lurking all around

We've got the american Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the american Jesus
He helped build the president's estate

I feel sorry for the earth's population
'Cuz so few live in the U.S.A.
At least the foreigners can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay

Only precious few can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk with renewed confidence
We've got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here

We've got the american Jesus
Fostering national play
We've got the american Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

He's the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
The expession in the faces
Of the starving millions
The power of the man
He's the fuel that drives the clan
He's the motive and conscience
Of the murderer
He's the preacher on t.v.
The false sincerity
The form letter that's written
By the big computers
He's the nuclear bombs
And the kids with no moms
And i'm fearful that
He's inside me

We've got the american Jesus
see him on the interstate
We've got the american Jesus
exercising his authority

We've got the american Jesus
Fostering national play
We've got the american Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

One Nation, Under God...One Nation, Under God...One Nation, Under God...One Nation, Under God...One Nation, Under God...
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