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above, a song by a band called Peaches.

I've been listening to the band Deftones while writing section three of my research paper - the history of Thailand and Indonesia, their democratization, their backsliding, and especially... God... adaptation and ASEAN values.  I hit on something really good, I think.  I won't quote it now for fear that it's wrong, but I concluded that the people only have these so-called ASEAN values when authoritarian dictatorships are governing them.  It has nothing to do with a cultural norm.  Anyhow.  Deftones has helped me.  They have "furiously intelligent" lyrics and they're so angry, angsty, and metallic. 

Poli sci lyrics: (and yes, I know I interpret strange things as having poli sci meanings, but poli sci is life, as my boss would say)

Xerces - "history repeats itself, the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce" - Marx
return to see everything looks the same
I don't know if the change made was great
'cause the craving was made the same

Knife Party - about uprisings, civil unrest, revolutionary change, coups, ethnic violence...
my knife - it's sharp and chrome
come see inside my bones
all of the fiends are on the block
I'm the new king, I'll take the queen
'cause in here we're all anemic, anemic and sweet
go get your knife, go get your knife, and come in

Beware the Water - similar to Radiohead's 2+2=5 (it is too late now because you have not been paying attention), about a complacent populace and their doubletalking leader
you should know by now, really
that this could end, really
you should know I'd never make it work
wake up, let's pretend, really
really,
babe
do you like the way the water tastes?
like god's fire
you knew but it was never safe
you should know,
babe,
at least pretend you did know why
it's not like you watch so go on, take a drink

Writing lyrics:

Back to School - this song really speaks to my high school experience, and especially the way I write about my high school experience - in Pep Rallies for Anomalies, which really could be turned into an actual story if I changed the names, and in my journals, and to my friends, and the way it's affected me...
Look back I sift through all the cliques
Roaming' the halls all year, making me sick
While everyone's out tryin to make the cut
And when you think you know me right I switch it up
Behind the walls smokin' cigarettes and sippin' vodka
Act like it's everything you got
Push back the square
Now that you need her but you don't
So there you go
Cause back in school
We are the leaders of it all
Stop that, quit! - All that, quit!
Who ruined it? You did! Now grab a notebook and a pen
Start taking notes, I'm being everyone who's on the top
You think we're on the same page - but, oh we're not!
So why don't you run back to school

Lucky You - that horror story, The Nymph of 116th Street
and if you're feeling lucky... come and take me home
if you feel lucky, if you feel loved
you've crossed the walls - excelled
further along through their hell
all for my heart!
I watch you kill
you always have, always will
now spread your wings and sail out to me

Minerva - this applies to Dabbat-al-Ard, the apocalypse monster, of Ilium
you're the same numb
when you sing, it's over
such a strange numb
it could bring peace back to the earth
so God bless you all, for the song you sang, saved us, oh...
for the hearts you break, everytime you moan...
I get all numb
we're the same numb
and it brings our knees to the earth

Digital Bath - Passalus and Andromeda
you make the water warm
you taste foreign
and I know you can see the cord break away
'cause tonight I feel like more

Simple Man - a cover of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song, but it's probably better than the original.  Acmon, entirely, after he's been brought back to life.  I guess instead of a mother telling him this it's his father.
be a simple kind of man
be something you love and understand
be a simple kind of man
won't you do this for me if you can?
boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself
follow your heart and nothing else
and you can do this if you try
all I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied

Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away) - this is just for me.
this town don't feel mine
I'm fast to get away far
I dressed you in her clothes
now drive me far away
it feels good to know you're all mine
now drive me far away
I don't care where, just far away

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