Born of the sign of air and the twins Speak of days and another place I wander as the gypsy under a beckoning moon Speak of time and another face A wayward and languid cry A fleeting and furtive sigh From the cradle to the grave A love to desire and crave Stay with me Lay with me Lay down by my side Stay with me Lay with me Take me deep inside Stay with me lay with me lay with me stay... With me
I realize I didn’t paint The Mission in the best of light yesterday with their sweary F.U. manifesto, so I thought it only fair to promote one of their songs that actually played no small role in how I approach lyrics and poetry, although the influence is less pronounced in my current style than it was in, say the 1990s. Of their early albums, I still love Gods Own Medicine the most because it retained that more “mystic” and romantic sound that the other albums (especially after their lead guitarist left the band) failed to capture. This album is smartly produced but, thankfully, not overproduced like a lot of albums since then. I do very much miss some of the analogue recording sound that is just not reproduced well in the day of digital recordings.
Yesterday’s Mercenary was of very little influence to me as a writer. This song, however, gave birth to many truly awful romantic emulations and a handful (more recently) of nominally acceptable pieces I’ve written.
I’m proud of the influence these early “goth” bands had on my style.