| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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| By Blindswine on Sunday, June 7, 1998 - 11:01 pm: |
i don't know. i remember that doug used to like to mountain bike a lot and that he always had copies of RE:search magazine lying around his apartment with articles about people like Genisis P. Orridge and the Temple of Psychick Youth and the Anti-Natural Movement and other entities that exist on the lunatic fringe. he gave me this tape by this band called "The Swans". kelsey mentioned them somewhere today or yesterday or some other day and it brought back the memory of listening to this album all fucked up on whatever it was we were fucked up on and thinking how it was this mad-ass sound from some dank abyss that was closer to us all than anyone would feel comfortable with. i think the name of the album was "Children of God" the first song went something like this: ...and god is mine... ...and god is mine... when they call my number i will be there when they call my number i will be there with my eyes wide open. SO SAVE YOUR SOUL! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!! SAVE YOUR SOUL! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!! YES SAVE YOUR SOUL!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!! yeah... i liked that song a lot. the album sould go from industrial banging and gothic screaming to gentle feminine vocals... children of god... they released another album a few years later that i bought called "The Burning World." it had a cover of "Can't Find My Way Home" on it that i still like, although i haven't listened to it in years. (when i'm wasted and i can't find my way home.) and the song God Damn The Sun. "god damn the sun god damn the sun god damn the light it shines and this world it shows. god damn the sun god damn anyone who says a kind word to me. or smiles..." i don't know; i can't remember. i'm fucking tired. but that song keeps coming back into my head and thinking about doug and what the fuck happened to that kid cuz he's got nobody. no family. no nothing. i went back home and nobody had heard of him or from home since 1989. the last they heard he was living in los angeles doing god knows what. shouting curses upon the sun? who knows. i'm getting the fuck out of here and going to bed. |
hands full with blossoms and knives, this city makes a man go savage, watch the fallen small run for their lives... soon come around somebody to save me, soon come around something more, never gonna let the vices grab me, standing tall in the fields of the lord. think it's time to get this party started, loosen up and let the heart run free, all the money saved is disregarded, for the beginning of the century. soon come around somebody to save me, soon come around something more, never gonna let the vices grab me, standing tall in the fields of the lord. cool livin' leads a good boy nowhere, stand draggin' temptation run wild, nobody seems to know about anything - say a prayer for this fortunate child... |
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