Aspie Songs/Lyrics?

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I was listening to a song by one of my favorite bands, Bauhaus(old, i know), called "Small Talk Stinks"... And it occured to me how extremely aspie-relevant some of the lyrics are..
"A sentence should be like a serpent
Quick with a sting in its tail
String me a line that has meaning and depth
There's no small talk with walky talkies
Small talk stinks"
SO... I thought it might be a good idea to make a thread about songs with aspie-relevant lyrics. This isn't to say that the artist has to be an aspie or anything like that... But just that their lyrics are something that those on the spectrum might find relate-able. Can anyone think of any they've heard and thought were particularly aspie-ish?

Links:

PC = Potential Criminal - Satanic Surfers

What Ever - Satanic Surfers

The Bag - NOFX

These are the first 3 coming to my head, maybe I'll post others later

An Australian group (Something for Kate) has an album called Echolalia. There entire album has aspie lyrics and the album cover has a stack of jigsaw pieces on it. I have the album and I love it, to me its gold.

I am bored with 3 dimentions,
I'm in love with 3 dimentions,
and if I listen to the seconds,
reminds me of, echo la la la lia

and this:

Say something,
make it un directed
Say something,
make me never forget it

I often find that in lyrics by my favourite band, t.A.T.u.

From Cosmos:

Games we don't wanna play;
same winner every day.
Kill for the second-best.
Feel no more;
feel no less.

We have our minutes cut;
we lose our feelings but
that's what the movies show.
This is where
stories go.

Also:
Ground we dont wanna feel.
Found what they didn't steal:
time; we were really lost,
bridges burned,
fingers crossed.

We, shall we ever be
free? With no guarantee.
Life on another plane:
same before,
same again.

Obezyanka Nol (translated from Russian):

Honest psychos don't need healing.
Neither of us will be free.
We can't give up this anguish.
Monkeys will live in prison.

When I listen to Show Me love, I always think about when I can't hug my parents and how I wish I could do it more. There's a bit at the start that's meant to sound like a phone call. It makes me think of how I loathe small talk. Here is the translation from Russian:

Hello.
Hello.
Can you feel wind?
So what?
Look out the window.
So what?
And it was so sunny out yesterday.
So what?
Why are you always saying the same thing?
I'm an answering machine.

I dunno about you, but sometimes I feel like a metaphorical answering machine. Like I'm just saying what I've heard other people say, what I'm supposed to say.

Anyway. there are more relevant lyrics in this song too:

This was an accident:
not the kind where sirens sound.
Never even noticed
we're suddenly crumbling.

Also:

Tell me nothing ever counts
lashing out or breaking down.
Still somebody loses
'cause there's no way to turn around.

Staring at your photograph,
everything now in the past.
Never felt so lonely;
I wish that you could show me love.

Show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love 'till you open the door.
Show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love 'till I'm up off the floor.
Show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love 'till it's inside my pores.
Show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love, show me love 'till I'm screaming for more.

Random acts of mindlessness,
commonplace occurances,
chances and surprises,
another state of consciousness.

Also, it's a poem, not a song, but I think Microcosmos by Siegfried Sassoon belongs here.

I am that fantasy which race has wrought
Of mundane chance-material. I am time
Paeaned by the sense five like bells that chime.

I am that cramped and crumbling house of clay
Where mansoul weaves the secret webs of thought.
Venturer - automaton - I cannot tell
What powers and instincts animate and betray
And do their dreamwork in me. Seed and star,
Sown by the wind, in spirit I am far
From self, the dull control with whom I dwell.

Also I am ancestral. Aeons ahead
And ages back, both son and sire I live
Mote-like between the unquickened and the dead -
From whom I take, and unto whom I give.