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It is a melancholy kind of day. Truth be told, and if I think about it, it’s been a melancholy kind of week.
Continue reading Melancholic BoojumThey say silence is music’s original alternative. And when I say “they”, I mean me and Todd Snider.
©2022 Michael Raven
It is a melancholy kind of day. Truth be told, and if I think about it, it’s been a melancholy kind of week.
Continue reading Melancholic BoojumI am connecting better with the early March host, maybe because he’s choosing words that aren’t focused heavily on sexual connotations for EVERY. SINGLE. PROMPT. And there isn’t the constant sales pitch.
Anyway — you can tell I am focused on horror elements of storytelling between today and yesterday (#extrude, body found in the woods theme).
Today’s prompt keeps reminding me of this song:
From the posthumous album “Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk” after is accidental death by drowning. While I’m all for his rendition of “Hallelujah” (one of my favorite covers), I think that this album would have been even better than anything else he’d done, if Jeff hadn’t died prematurely.
He was unhappy with how it was going, and may have axed more than a few of the songs if he had lived to see it completed — but I appreciate how his mother insisted that they didn’t pretty up the tracks if Sony wanted to release it. Essentially, the ultimatum was: release as is, or not at all.
I’d probably get along with her.
There are more catchy tracks on the album, but I was in the mood to share this particular one. “The Sky is a Landfill”, “Everybody Here Wants You”, and “Yard of Blonde Girls” is more to his earlier style of performing and liked more by the critics. But, screw critics.
I stumbled upon Ian Curtis’ original handwritten lyrics for Love Will Tear Us Apart and felt I just had to share.
If it hasn’t been clear, Ian Curtis is one of the most significant influences in why I write. I may not write in a manner that reflects the influence he had on me, but it was listening to Joy Division, Echo and the Bunnymen, and The Cure in my early teens that moved me into the types of topics that I generally explore even now.
A video of the song follows his handwritten lyrics.
Rest in peace, Meatloaf…
Well I know that I'm damned if I never get out, And maybe I'm damned if I do, But with every other beat I've got left in my heart, You know I want to be damned with you If I gotta be damned, you know I want to be damned Dancing through the night with you
Another melancholy overcast day. Hurry up and wait until tomorrow before going back to a story that somehow got hijacked along the way and is nothing like I’d sketched in outlines written on reams of cheap printer paper.
Hello image
Sing me a line from your favourite song
Twist and turn but you're trapped in the light
All the directions were wrong
You'll fall in love with somebody else tonight
Help yourself
But tell me the words before you fade away
You reveal all the secrets to remember the end
And escape someday
You'll fall in love with somebody else again tonight
Take a step
You move in time but it's always back
The reasons are clear
Your face is drawn and ready for the next attack
I’m in a PWEI mood tonight. This is one of their songs that isn’t so dated-sounding, full of FU, or otherwise an acquired taste. An alternative track would be probably Dance of the Mad Bastards.
I have already have posted Ich Bin Ein Auslander, or that would have been my first choice and most appropriate.
Are the dark seeds there
In the blood we share
Tell me... are you lonely?
Seems appropriate for the moment…
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