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 Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 8:26 pm
Hello everyone and welcome once again to the thread that just wouldn't die. i'm listening to the first album recorded by Love Spirals Downwards - Idylls (remastered) on my ipod and right now it's all about celebrating Autumn. It's the good kind of depression in a way. If that makes any sort of sense. This time around i'm posting the lyrics to a classic by a band that i'm sure many of the goth teens on this website hold in a high regard. i speak of course of Rasputina. The song lyrics/spoken word poem that i am posting can be found on the classic album "How I Quit The Forest" and the children's book graphic design on the limited edition story book version of the CD was so very ahead of it's time.
i'm trying to remember who played with Rasputina at the Shelter when i saw them last. It was so good and i was dressed like such a fashion victim. These are the memories that make me smile inside. It must have been 9 years ago at least but the memories come rushing back like it happened last week. i remember wearing day glow orange vinyl nail polish and wearing my blonde hair medium short with flowing bangs that had a orange plastic something coating on them at the tips so that they radiated orange to match my nails and this button up glowing orange highlighted garbage person's uniform shirt that had been altered by a tag artist to have a tag signature on one breast and a Detroit sky line tag on the other.
i know no one cares to know this but i just remembered. Walking with Damien around downtown Detroit and i went to cross a busy street with him at a red light. It was Damien, Metal Rob, and I. When i heard these pounding loud booty tunes coming out of a jeep that was 6 deep with sexy dressed black girls in daisy dukes, half shirts, and long hair up tight and high in the back. Anyway Damien and Rob both had radio shows but they were like metal, goth, industrial, punk rock, tough guy fair in a way. i was an electronic music DJ at the college station i worked at with Rob and always generally labeled "the raver".
Well i heard these tunes and i'm kinda dressed in a very techno friendly "clasher-f**" (an eletro-clash kid from the early to mid 2000s who takes on a metro-sexual cue to express a more feminine persona). And i feel this jit (jit is a style of dancing to booty/ ghetto tech dance music.... very fast and jerky like going into a seizure) travel through me to the pounding 4X4 pulse. Before i know it i'm breaking it down like one of the Jackson 5 in the middle of a busy downtown Detroit crosswalk right in the middle of Greektown. When this happened one of the black girls in the jeep came out and got kung-fu with the put me back in my white boy place dance moves. So me and this anonymous black girl are throwing down to the ghetto tech in the middle of dense downtown traffic at a red light. My friends were kinda back ground people so they kinda shyed away. i'm pretty sure that whole car load of going deaf to the tunes ladies thought i was a flamboyant table dancing "family" member. i remember her moves were so damn hard core. At one point she did a spinning Rockets kick over my head, clearing it by half a foot. i'm 6 foot tall so i found that amazing. It's one of those little 2 minute memories that was unlocked by thinking about posting a piece of my past. How ironic that a page of story would come out of a short poem post. Anyway, this is Rasputina's amazing...
Sign Of The Zodiac
_____________________
Do you believe in the signs of the zodiac?
haven't you found that the systems for planning always fail
can you avoid what gave daddy his heart attack
have you tried everything, anything, all to no avail?
I know what you need
this will really work
in ancient times if you were sick they'd make you bleed
oh honey i know it hurts
Look all around you and notice you're not alone
we want to give you the courage to go a different way
think of the love and attention we all have shown
what did we do when we heard, well, we all came right away
I know what you need
this will really work
in ancient times if you were sick they'd make you bleed
oh honey i know it hurts
Do you believe in the signs of the Zodiac?
~
(The sad thing about songs is that they don't have the same impact without the full orchestration. The cello playing and the strange sample noises make this so very timeless. Take a minute and take in the youtube for the full effect. This performed live is about as serious "too personal" as a gig has ever been to me. i would say the air was in a caliber i have felt at say godspeedyoublackemperor or Tori Amos.)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLS7ihfwXqQi have to post the youtube for Dwarf Star because.... i just have to!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI7-BtlyzF8&feature=relatedi wanna tell you about my friend the dwarf star..... question pirate ninja 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 10:46 am
I know this is sort of a simple poem, but I really do like Shel Silverstein's work.
Forgotten Language
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 11:29 am
How did it go indeed! His work is so timeless! Another well cherished addition from Bloody. Always great to hear everyone else out there getting in on this ever growing body of.... the human condition's ability to make beauty and perceive the many truths as they spiral out of us like sparks, volts, or custom designed snow flakes.... sometimes all three at the same moment of enlightenment.
i wasn't going to add this next piece originally but i just looked it over. Because of the many styles that have yet to fill this bad boy i'm proud to add it to the ranks of the greats. This is a piece of Dax Riggs spoken word poetry that is featured on his Psychedelic Death Metal group "Acid Bath" ('s) second release "Paegan Terrorism Tactics" and it's full of thought provoking imagery and controversial lines that spark thought and make you want to figure out just what this poem is saying. Take your time with this one and fell it through. This is the timeless....
The Beautiful Downgrade
Fingered slowly like the first time you came
The agents of oblivion descend upon the sane
Caked with mud and mother's blood
Playing death games in the rain
And we wonder how it feels to be free
I thought I heard them whisper mutiny
Living room rape scenes
We cut their throats while they slept
Dreaming and digesting shards of turtle shell
The television's blaring
And the ghost of Hitler speaks
Crowned with barbed-wire
I smear my warm semen on the walls of my oppression
I accuse God for the murder of eternity
My everything that is nothing
Christian propaganda and dog sperm
Degeneration...
The beautiful downgrade
Do you remember the first sunrise?
Sharpened bone clenched tight in your fist
Screaming into the blue
An urge to kill the sky
I can smell the forest like p***y in heat
Barefoot I run through the chaos
The assassins of freedom tend the burning of truth
As we walk these prison walls
It's maddening, always touching something
~
There is much studying to do as always. Well here's to the thread that grows one post at a time. Thickening with strong content like the bark of a Giant Sequoia. Or maybe the foundation of China's "Great Wall" (?) Whose to say really.
cheese_whine
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:43 pm
These next two pieces are being posted to keep peace and wonder alive in this thread. I'm about to do a multi-post study of David Lerner but it's some seriously psychotic and angry historic period defining turf to till through and search for answers in.
So i have a Bukowski and a timeless fall theme song by Slowdive. No matter where my flying off the rails train goes in this guild or any other. Let it never be said that i didn't want to laugh and enjoy the weather. The Falls and Springs of our souls are emotive and many splendored.
i want this post to inspire each and every one of you. If you like indy films with a new way of telling a story. To go out and watch "Synadoche, New York":
"A theater director struggles with his work, and the women in his life, as he attempts to create a life-size replica of New York inside a warehouse as part of his new play."
Seriously, i'm feeling like "Caden Cotard" right about now and it's important to keep working away at every productive effort. Through the dry seasons and the rainy ones. Now here are your gems to be moved and influenced by:
-Charles Bukowski
one learns
_____________
one learns to endure because not to endure
turns the world over to them
and they are less than
zero.
to endure means to simply gut-it-out
and the worse the odds
the more enjoyable the
victory.
they say you must fight for your freedom.
I know that.
only I didn't fight the Japanese, the Italians, the Germans
or the Russians for my freedom.
I fought Americans: the parents, the school yards,
the bosses, the ladies of the street, the friends, the
system itself.
there's no end, of course, to the fight.
new difficulties arrive like a train on time.
it may no longer be the hangover morning or the
factory assembly line
but treachery, deceit, and false hope take their
place.
I believe we are tested even as we
sleep, and often it all gets so deadly
we can only laugh it away.
to endure takes some luck, some knowledge and a
reasonable sense of
humor because the cold have gotten colder,
the strong stronger,
the once-bold less-bold and
all that's left for us is
to consider the way
the elephant stands silent in the forest waiting to die,
the way men fail again and again and again,
the way the priest forgets his prayers,
the way love can turn to folly,
or the way the cold rain soaks Mozart's
grave. it's in spite of these and
so many other things that
one learns finally how to
endure.
~
Timeless and direct. Now for a shoegazer escapade. Sounds that caress you like a magical hang glider forged of leaves and bliss. Listen and realize your alive in this insane world. This mad man's dream. Experience like free fall the effortless beauty of Slowdive:
-Slowdive
Dagger
The sunshine girl is sleeping
She falls and dreams alone
And me I am her dagger
To numb to feel her pain
The world is full of noise yeah
I hear it all the time
And me I am your dagger
You know I am your world
I thought I heard you whisper
It happens all the time
I thought I heard you whisper
It happens all the time
She whispers while I'm sleeping
I love you when you smile
I didn't really lose you
I just lost it for a while
The world is full of noise yeah
I hear it all the time
You know I am your dagger
You know I am your wound
I thought I heard you whisper
It happens all the time
I thought I heard you whisper
It happens all the time
~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CczmMDvQDa0
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