This is a spoken word version of a previously posted piece. Follow the link for the original poem.
This time, I played with background “music” for the recording, although it is more for mood-setting than to be listened to as music. This recording was made using Reason 10 and a few virtual instruments with some digital reverb mixed much lighter than the previous experiments — just enough to get rid of the dead-room feel.
Strawberry Switchblade was a Scottish super-sugared-coated polka-dot goth pop Lolita duo. Here, they are doing a country song originally by Dolly Parton.
I’m not proud.
Nor am I ashamed.
They had loose ties to the Cure, but I discovered them before finding that information out.
I had a massive crush on Rose McDowall when they were an active band. That is all.
There was that club we used to go to way out by the park
Where the music was loud and the corners were dark
And we'd sit in those corners like some kind of witches coven
- Justin Sullivan
But I will burn me
Right out of this place
I will lay you down to sleep
So when you wake
I'll be gone
And You
Will remember
Nothing
You
Will remember
Nothing
As I said, I am in a Waterboys mood today. I guess it was inevitable to post another song today. “Everything is rags/and there is no one to blame but me”.
We're setting sail to the place on the map
From which no one has ever returned
Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool
By the light of the crosses that burned
Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace
And the gold and the cotton and pearls
It's the place where they keep all the darkness you need
You sail away from the light of the world on this trip
I’m in a Waterboys mood today.
No, this isn’t the Waterboys, but Karl Wallinger is one of the original members of the band (keyboardist) prior to leaving for World Party, which is essentially a solo act in the studio. It was after he left that the Waterboys turned away from their “Big Music” sound, which is probably my favorite sound. While Mike Scott was successful in capturing some of the British Isles folk sound and did a decent try at “rock”, I always felt their “Wall of Sound” era was their strongest.
You can hear some of that bigger, lusher sound in this song — which is just a precursor to my shifting over to A Pagan Place right about… now.
While I was going to limit my music posts after my recent experiments, I stumbled onto this while scrolling through my social media and it occurred to me that somehow this cover song has secretly wormed its way into being one of my favorite Siouxsie and the Banshee songs over the years. It didn’t start off that way, but it resonated with me more and more over time and I can’t untangle myself if I wanted to. I really should consider going back to the story I had roughed out in my head based on this song, but I am afraid I wouldn’t do the idea justice.
As my sticky post suggests, I am considering shutting down and turning off the lights on the site. It seems like a good idea, although I can’t rightly articulate my reasons aside from saying that my mental status seems to be wonky (to put it mildly). That, however, does not mean that I have ceased to write. I have give myself a deadline of deciding by Monday as to my final intent: Do I overhaul how I approach this site so that I find it less angsty for me to continue to write here? Or, do I shut ‘er down and find a new way to do my writing?
In the meantime, I am limiting myself to a post a day, with one or more pieces consolidated in the single post. This is today’s meager offering with all apologies:
dark the night soul
who light the turns on?
who holds the skeleton song
dancing in light moon?
memento morte un deux trois
kiss this graven flesh and make me
whole
absentminded
halfsmile
in
the sun
w/
frozen
yogurt --
enthralling
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love
Letter from Hamlet to Ophelia, Shakespeare (Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2)
Lay down your arms and surrender to mine
Let me release you from your tangled skein
Burn down your temples and your holy shrines
Sift through the ashes for the truth that shines
No more weeping or wringing of hands
Come with me to the promised land
Close your eyes and we'll go down slow
We're gonna drown in the afterglow
… tear down the walls, raze them to the ground”
shadows...
the strobe through the trees
driving to the
flicker
resort
rilke zen for
god's sake
and fish fish fish
fat fish in caves
suck on that steel
kick that eye
kick that kick
kick that kick that
sky...
last stand on a rocky beach
with the gunsun in my eye
You come across an ancient and dying tree with a hollow place between it’s branches. Inside is a man curled in upon himself and he seems to have grown into the grain of the tree over time. Do you:
Set the tree on fire (turn to page 68)
Read the verse you found on the garden path to this place (turn to page 31)
Kiss his forehead and see if he comes alive (turn to page 103)
Walk back to the secret garden and try to find the way back out (turn to page 69)
As my sticky post suggests, I am considering shutting down and turning off the lights on the site. It seems like a good idea, although I can’t rightly articulate my reasons aside from saying that my mental status seems to be wonky (to put it mildly). That, however, does not mean that I have ceased to write. I have give myself a deadline of deciding by Monday as to my final intent: Do I overhaul how I approach this site so that I find it less angsty for me to continue to write here? Or, do I shut ‘er down and find a new way to do my writing?
In the meantime, I am limiting myself to a post a day, with one or more pieces consolidated in the single post. This is today’s meager offering with all apologies:
a door is not a door
whenitisajar
[no]
- the long hall -
& when it lives in the autumn house
where nobody sleeps
oversized tshirt
smoking at concrete steps
she gave
slipped secrets
and
decoded cyphers
to the front lines
what if the mask fell away
>shattered< on the floor
and
there was only
dream?
thinktapwink
i wonder what
they think
the shaking head
gives those thoughts away
dazzle dazzle shine
in those eyes
we're setting sail
for this sea of fools
hand in hand
eye to eye and
mouth to mouth
-- erato mine
Last night she came to me My dead love came in So softly she came that her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me And this she did say: It will not be long now Till our wedding day
Sometimes
I feel like I want to live
Far from the metropolis
Just walk through that door
Sometimes
I feel like I want to die
Reach out to the painted sky
A prisoner to the wind
A bird on the wing
A felt bad only playing Lisa Gerrard’s vocal talents, and decided to foist a second song on you with Brendan Perry singing instead. Also, not in the mindset to comment about this song either.
Frail of heart renounce all fear
Locked away inside all these years
Remain in light, renounce all fears
For you have been mesmerized
Break this spell of silence
Usually I have something to say about a song I chose to share. Today, I’m less inclined to say anything and let the music speak for itself.
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