I Gave Up…
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B.J. Thompson
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Sharon, Why Didn’t You Flee?
Yes… A post really meant for the “What If” Department Store of Life [another store, no doubt, Charlie would have had Mary and Sandy skulk into, to buy stuff on a stolen credit card while the rest of the principal Family members sliced, diced and julienned their way into the criminal history books]. But my imagination has always fed thoughts in me that in the wee hours of many a night, when mere outsiders like us are sound asleep in our oh so safe beds, the really affected, surviving family members of this Cielo slaughter - Paul, Doris, Patti & Debra Tate - would have laid awake, utterly haunted, wondering all sorts of “Whys”. Now, I’m sure they had more detailed inside information than we do even today, as to why Sharon didn’t at least attempt an escape from that Living Room that night, and maybe, hopefully, for them, there never was any need for this particular questioning torment. I really DO hope that’s the case and that I’m wrong even in pondering this question. S...
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I used to think that or worse...
First couple of times I listened to this song, it bothered me terribly...no surprise as grunge rock has definitely not been my interest...
But I kept listening to it, on and off, in small doses and then read the lyrics...and over time, I can't deny that Nine Inch Nails "nailed" the atmosphere of that night, imho...
The raw, crass, horrific feeling of those killers attacking, noises as grating as the screams, I'm sure...
"Gave Up"
perfect little dream the kind that hurts the most
forgot how it feels well almost
no one to blame always the same
open my eyes wake up in flames
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me see the light
smashed up my sanity
smashed up my integrity
smashed up what i believed in
smashed up what's left of me
smashed up my everything
smashed up all that was true
gonna smash myself to pieces
i don't know what else to do
covered in hope and vaseline
still cannot fix this broken machine
watching the hole it used to be mine
just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline
of the trust i will betray
give it to me i throw it away
after everything i've done i hate myself for what i've become
i tried
i gave up
throw it away
I think its funny that they sort of try to exploit the fact that its the Tate house, but then really sort of do so only half heartedly. The outside shots are few and meaningless to everyone else but us dumbasses who obsess over this thing. It's like they hedged their bets...if it had come out and people thought it weas really cool they would be all like down with it...but if not they could say yeah we tried not to be too exploitative.
Trent capitalized on this crime, no doubt, but in a wisted way, I see it as a tribute. Call me a heretic if you will, I don't mind.
Just look at the lyrics B posted.
The picture by John Wayne Gacy was a bit too much,....
If I had liked this song, in however or for whatever it was created, how could it have then possibly represented that night?
Revulsion, in whatever form you obtain it, from either the raw production or the band's exploitative excess, is what you need to have, to prove the "worthiness" of this song to that night.
What you are changes, evolves every day...:)
There was NO NEED to make worse what was already unimaginable...
But that's what grunge bands do, don't they? They make it their life's work to make worse and then throw it horribly back at their listening audience.
I am NOT a fan. I am from the Rat Pack Generation but regardless of their motives, this song was made and at least, for me, the revulsion fits...
revulsion>>>"Repulsion" - the 1965 Roman Polanski movie, starring the eerie Sharon look-a-like Catherine Deneuve - maybe we eventually experience even what we fantasize about or imagine...THAT prospect is a truly daunting one...:(