The Ultimate Asperger's Song

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I still like "Through the Glass" by Stone Sour...

How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of folks

So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins, contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(Null and void instead of voices)

Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen

Disconnect by Rollins Band.


"I wanna disconnect myself. Pull my brainstem out and unplug myself."

doesnt do it for me

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9Wnh0V4HMM[/youtube]

I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviantways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell toraise

I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a food
But you just run to hide, and I can't abide

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviantways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell toraise

Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, ''cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
And don't forget the blame

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviantways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

Wow, this was an easy homerun...

MC Frontalot - You Got Asperger's

You got Asperger’s, this ain’t a barbecue.
It’s your whole afternoon though, lost down a rabbit hole,
looking for a timepiece, wonder when your date’s at,
wonder if she’ll visit you at all today — relax.
Wonder how many ribbons to expect in her hair —
to deflect talk of triplets in respect for the pair
or to stare at the bow made of four different colors —
didn’t notice someone talking to you: there were others
in the room, out in the gloom of the periphery.
To shift your focus for a moment is to give the ribbons liberty,
and that’s to suggest they make escape.
This is a secret from the future: can’t rewind like a tape.
Got to make the best and the most of each moment as it happens,
got to keep your eyes on those bows, got to trap in
your vision all four of them ‘cause this is a first:
she might have noticed last time that you like ribbons that are hers.

You got Asperger’s...

And sometimes you wish you didn’t. Sometimes it slips your mind.
But when she’s supposed to visit isn’t one of those times,
and you’re on one of those lines of thought that you encounter
when you’d rather your surroundings were quieter instead of louder
so that you could focus on other than a clock tick.
You don’t want to talk s**t but the one who made the clock made the cog stick.
Minutes are violent noise,
obliterating what you thought of as silent poise .
Miles of boys before you done got crushed
out on a girl like that, her hair flush
with ribbons on all occasions and every day.
If only making study of the bow could stem its getaway.
Letter A S P E R G E R S:
wonder whether she’s so confident with alphabets
that she’d do it backwards skipping alternate letters.
If you offer demonstration, would she consider that clever?
This bitter endeavor: trying to predict a reaction.
You know you’re supposed to try to give the notion traction
but it don’t do nothing ‘cept make the clock tick.
It don’t even do that. Yo, you got Asperger’s, kid.

You got Asperger’s...

And I feel for you, son. I know love is hard.
Can’t even write down all the answers on the back of a card.
From the back and the far end of a cafeteria line
you seem to catch sight of a ribbon. Fabric shines,
and you abandon your tray, leave it clatter on the floor.
You haven’t planned it this way. You can’t look at her no more.
You don’t know what her eyes are like, whether she ever smiles,
whether anything other than how she wears her hair beguiles.
And while some apron ladies holler at you,
you clutch your left ear and stand still like a statue.
You could count cut corn on the floor without subtracting
misplaced fish sticks like Dustin Hoffman overacting.
Ain’t this already a scene in need of a fast forward?
Why won’t the lunch people hush, do they court discord?
You think you see a flash of color fleeing; it could be worse:
you could have known how many ribbons there are, if they were hers.

You got Asperger’s...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6dQgAn_ ... re=related

I always related to this


Me myself I

I sit here by myself
And you know I love it
You know I don't want someone
To come pay a visit

I wanna be by myself
I came in this world alone
Me myself I

I want to go to China
And to see Japan
I'd like to sail the oceans
Before the seas run dry

I wanna go by myself
I've just room enough for one
Me myself I

I wanna be a big shot
And have ninety cars
I wanna have a boyfriend
And a girl for laughs

But only on Saturdays
Six days to be alone
With just me myself I
Me myself and I
Just me myself I

Don't want to be the bad guy
Don't want to make a soul cry
It's not that I love myself
I just don't want company
Except me myself I
Me myself and I
Just me myself I

I sit here by myself
And you know I love it
You know I don't want someone
To come pay a visit

I wanna be by myself
I came in this world alone
Me myself I
Me myself I
Me myself and I
Just me myself I

Pink's nobody knows:

Nobody knows, nobody knows but me
That I sometimes cry, if I could pretend that I'm asleep
When my tears start to fall
I peek out from behind these walls
I think nobody knows, nobody knows, no

Nobody likes, nobody likes to lose their inner voice
The one I used to hear before my life made a choice
But I think nobody knows, no no
Nobody knows, no

Baby, oh the secret's safe with me
There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be
And baby don't it feel like I'm all alone
Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown?

And I've lost my way back home
I think nobody knows, no
I said nobody knows
Nobody cares

It's win or lose, not how you play the game
And the road to darkness has a way
Of always knowing my name
But I think nobody knows, no no
Nobody knows, no no no no

Baby, oh the secret's safe with me
There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be
And baby don't it feel like I'm all alone
Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown?

And I've lost my way back home
And oh, no no no no
Nobody knows
No no no no no no

Tomorrow I'll be there my friend
I'll wake up and start all over again
When everybody else is gone
No no no

Nobody knows
Nobody knows the rhythm of my heart
The way I do when I'm lying in the dark
And the world is asleep

I think nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows but me
Me

Ahem...

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6XbNwrjPjo[/youtube]

These other two songs come to my mind:

Don't Forget To Dance - The Kinks
Going Solo - The Kinks

The song that has connected with me as far as being a person with asperger's (even before I knew that's what it was called to be a person like me) ever since the album first came out is "Circle" by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_GkjymuQ9U

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
and we notice you don't come around
Me, I think it all depends
on you touching ground with us.
But, I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
it seems.
And I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
it seems.

And being alone
is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
the best way to be.
When I'm by myself
nobody else can say goodbye.

Everything is temporary anyway.
When the streets are wet --
the colors slip into the sky.
But I don't know why that means you and I are
- that means you and....
I quit -- I give up.
Nothin's good enough for anybody else it seems.
But I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.

And being alone
is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
the best way to be.
When I'm by myself
nobody else can say...

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
and we notice you don't come around.

I don't even LIKE this song, really, but this would be the theme song for me. You can tick off the symptomology line-by-line.

Avril Lavigne -- "My World"

Please tell me what has taken place
'Cause I can't seem to find a trace
Guess it must've got erased somehow (poor short-term memory)
Probably 'cause I always forget
Every time someone tells me their name--(difficulty recalling names)
It's always gotta be the same in my world (dislike of change)

Never wore cover-up (lack of regard for physical appearance/beauty standards)
Always beat the boys up (gender atypicality)
Grew up in a 5,000-population town
Made my money by cutting grass (preference for isolated activities)
Got fired by fried-chicken ass (difficulty maintaining employment)
All in a small town, Napanee

You know, I always stay up, without sleeping (sleep disturbances/difficulty falling asleep)
And think to myself
Where do I belong forever?
In whose arms, the time and place?

Can't help it if I space in a daze ("spacing out")
My eyes tune out the other way (poor eye contact)
I may switch off and go in a daydream (difficulty maintaining attention)
In this head, my thoughts are deep
Sometimes I can't even speak (verbal articulation challenges)
Will someone be, and not pretend (sense that neurotypicals are "false"/inauthentic/performing)
I'm off again in my world (social/intellectual/emotional isolation)

I never spend less than an hour
Washing my hair in the shower (rigid routines)
It always takes five hours to make it straight (perseveration)
So I'll braid it in a zillion braids
Though it may take all friggin' day
There's nothing else better to do anyway (few social commitments/perseveration/obsessive interests?)

When you're all alone, in the land of forever (maintains few friendships)
Lay under the Milky Way
On and on, it's getting too late now
I'm not in love, this time, this night (difficulty interpreting emotions?)

Can't help it if I space in a daze
My eyes tune out the other way
I may switch off and go in a daydream
In this head my thoughts are deep
Sometimes I can't even speak
Will someone be, and not pretend
I'm off again in my world

Take some time, mellow out
Party it up, but don't fall down (motor control issues/dyspraxia?)
Don't get caught, sneak out of the house

Can't help it if I space in a daze
My eyes turn out the other way
I may switch off and go in a daydream
In this head, my thoughts are deep
Sometimes I can't even speak
Will someone be, and not pretend
I'm off again in my world

I haven't read through the 4 pages here, will go back and do so and listen

my theme song is a pair from Nine inch Nails
the becoming & something i can never have
Renditions of both on the 2nd disc on halo 17 [still] are incredible.
And have seen both live at this point, they are extremely important to me.

OK, this is not exactly about living with Aspergers, but it perfectly illustrates how I wish people/friends would relate to me:

All I Really Want to Do (Bob Dylan)

I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
Simplify you, classify you
Deny, defy or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you
Frighten you or tighten you
Drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain't lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up
Analyze you, categorize you
Finalize you or advertise you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to straight-face you
Race or chase you, track or trace you
Or disgrace you or displace you
Or define you or confine you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or select you or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you out
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me
See like me or be like me
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.