corpsey's Nietzschean pop songs top 10

[thirdform]

Go on then clever cloggs. Take it away. don't want me to start telling everyone where your cabinet of dominic cummings fist fuck VHS tapes are now. give us the eternal return apollo and dionysus and transvaluation in 4 verses.

 

[Corpsey]

I'm honoured to be asked but I don't know what you're asking for?

 

[Mr. Tea]

I'm honoured to be asked but I don't know what you're asking for?

Yeah, it's pretty niche. (Or Nietzsch, even.)

 

[sadmanbarty]

“Thou saidst the truth, Zarathustra. I trust myself no longer since I sought to rise into the height, and nobody trusteth me any longer; how doth that happen?

I change too quickly: my to-day refuteth my yesterday. I often overleap the steps when I clamber; for so doing, none of the steps pardons me.

When aloft, I find myself always alone. No one speaketh unto me; the frost of solitude maketh me tremble. What do I seek on the height?

My contempt and my longing increase together; the higher I clamber, the more do I despise him who clambereth. What doth he seek on the height?

How ashamed I am of my clambering and stumbling! How I mock at my violent panting! How I hate him who flieth! How tired I am on the height!”

Here the youth was silent

interesting

 

[sadmanbarty]

“On earth there is nothing greater than I: it is I who am the regulating finger of God”—thus roareth the monster. And not only the long-eared and short-sighted fall upon their knees!

this is a great one

 

[sadmanbarty]

Flee, my friend, into thy solitude: I see thee stung all over by the poisonous flies. Flee thither, where a rough, strong breeze bloweth!

Flee into thy solitude! Thou hast lived too closely to the small and the pitiable. Flee from their invisible vengeance! Towards thee they have nothing but vengeance.

Raise no longer an arm against them! Innumerable are they, and it is not thy lot to be a fly-flap.

that one for empress jess?

 

[sadmanbarty]

ntoxicating joy is it for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, did the world once seem to me.

This world, the eternally imperfect, an eternal contradiction’s image and imperfect image—an intoxicating joy to its imperfect creator:—thus did the world once seem to me.

Thus, once on a time, did I also cast my fancy beyond man, like all backworldsmen. Beyond man, forsooth?

hmmm. not sure i agree.

 

[EmpressJess]

that one for empress jess?

I don’t understand

 

[blissblogger]

"Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me."

 

[blissblogger]

"Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me."

 

[sadmanbarty]

I don’t understand

I picture you as looking like a prettier katy b

 

[sus]

where is the content??

 

[pattycakes_]

Corpsey never does anything he's asked to

 

[sus]

Deeply disappointing... I am shook.

 

[pattycakes_]

Still waiting for him to review a an autechre track in the listen to something now thread from last year

 

[thirdform]

Corpsey never does anything he's asked to

he will if luke repeatedly wacks his arse with a ruler.

 

[thirdform]

 

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[version]

What is a Nietzschean pop song?

 

[luka]

If Jack knew we might have a thread on our hands