Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Buried By Time And Dust

Visions of that no morning's light ever will come.
I'm to old now.
The dark is so near, will I ever reach the land beyond?
This is where we go when we have to die.
I've been old since the birth of time.
Time buried me in earth.
Centuries ago, I tasted blood.
Buried by time and dust.
Many years has pasted since the funeral.
Missing the blood of human throats.
So many years, ages ago.
I must await, feel my bodies stench.
Wanderings out of space.
Wandering out of time.
A world out of light, death at the end.
Only silence can be heard, silence of people's tears.
No one knows my grave.
Buried by time and dust.

- dead
MAYHEM: Live in Leipzig (11/26/90)

Monday, November 8, 2010

morpheus laughing

an extreme solution no fossil fuel mimicking exhaust rattles troublesome a madman's vast direct iron grooved world primary state average distance closer to the sun draws a comet nearer to a complex destruction a specter so violent in its views lies impervious altitude has a tendency under pressure to reveal its identity gaping hole bright star penetration blindfold reliance wrinkles in the cloth of time unity among such a poor existence in this third world resistance should be used civil disobedience central pivot revolving heated combustion back to the origin of it all all of it no unwarranted fear courage shown the white line on the ball we live on deserted streets hallucinated the bursted species abnormal conditions deep sentiment for repulsive power nations knows immense populace ingenuity and progress never progressed out of the sun all experiments prove not need the established greed and pain inflicted on the animal model still nothing no cure the ravaged instinct silent waking to a chemical perversion wartime underground imperfect plotting grows the seeds of time

- n. ogre

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

「生きれぬままで死ねず、死ねぬままで生けず、血は沸騰を止めず・・・」


「月ハ衛生デハ無イ。
アレハ空二開イタ穴ダ。
向コウノ世界ノ
光ガ穴カラ
漏レテイルカラ
光ッテ見エルノダ。」

− 丸尾末広、『笑う吸血鬼』

あざらし:吾ガ分裂ノ蟲裂ク時

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Figurative Theatre

In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
In the knee-deep graves of future survivors
The fleshless guests live off children of the past
And their aging fingers cast the shadow of death

Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and...

Persona read women dance with priests on a side road
Your vision perspectives are turning to stone
Cabaret slide shows start shooting their load
Act one is the end, and the show now begins

Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and...

Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
A child's muddled cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
Flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity

Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and spoons

Luxuries of past days are luxuries of our days

- rozz williams

CHRISTIAN DEATH: ONLY THEATRE OF PAIN
美術/artwork: アルフォンス・井上Alphonse Inoue

Sunday, June 27, 2010

mirrorsaw


park within car passes terminal empty
cracks started showing through unlisted mystery
a dead child was thrown through a window
wind opens windows
whirlwinds carry promises truth
will unleash us little dogs
bite flesh biting exposing freezing the soul
whirlwind blowing through the soul

guilt crashes ceiling now fantasies gone ages ago
messed up guilt crashes through the privacy gone ages ago
??? chest freezes hands pale lighter frozen paintings
illumination gone (not wrong)
??? chest

sides heaving chest boxed in I will find the real you
writer hand in smokes my treasures
I write a note tossed aside
tossed aside word shines through a powder baby the real you
love shines through a powder feeds the real you
love shines through a powder feel the real you
love shines through a powder
final curtain what's become of me and you

- n. ogre

painting: "The Little Red Glove" by James McNeil Whistler (oil on canvas, 1896)

Sunday, June 6, 2010

nobody

I MEAN NOTHING TO MYSELF.
I MEAN NOTHING TO MYSELF.
I'M NOTHING, I'M NOBODY.
I HATE MY BODY, I'M STUCK IN MYSELF.
I'M NOTHING, I'M NOBODY.
I DON'T MOVE, I'M STUCK IN MYSELF.
I HATE MY BODY, I'M STUCK IN MYSELF.
I'M NOTHING, I'M NOBODY.
I'M NOTHING, I'M NOBODY.
GLORY! GLORY! GLORY!
GLORY! GLORY! GLORY!

- m. gira

Friday, April 30, 2010

世をうみなかに

なお物の怪の身に添へて。
.....
なき影のたえぬも同じ。涙川。寄る辺さだめぬ浮船の。

Thursday, April 8, 2010

kill floor


a requiem. a dirge. cheap affection. cheaper tears.
past remembrance. wasted time. lost breath.
black and white. all is black or white.
no balance. no control. sickly sweat. forced reaction.
beating sun. oppressing light. dig a hole. bury myself.
sun burns my sickness black.

- silencesilencesilence

Friday, March 12, 2010

ashes

He shut up like a rose, the scar of my belly
How I wanted him to rise up with the clouds
How I asked for love, received the wounds on cheek,
the nights empty sleep, hopeless words I can't keep
He searched just like a magnet, Oh the metal is me

How I needed him to draw it in, protect me from belief
How I pleaded then to end again, heal my rotting skin,
pleaded then, asked for sin, something I can keep
Soul of my soul, do you feel me?

Touch the beating, heart of my heart
Flesh of my flesh
Mouth of my mouth
Soul of my soul, do you feel me?
Touch the beating, heart of my heart
He shunned me like disease, the feathers in my eyes

How I need his light to purify the darkness deep inside
How I asked for warmth, received snow and sleet,
the burns on my feet, white and unsoiled sheets
He reached for all desire, kept his hands far from me

How my mind built high could rectify such pain and deceit
How the sorrow plunged, concrete and ashen weeps
The porous bed it reeks with unresolved peaks
Soul of my soul, do you feel me?

Touch the beating, heart of my heart
Flesh of my flesh
Mouth of my mouth
Soul of my soul, do you feel me?
Touch the beating, heart of my heart
heart of my heart
heart of my heart
And now I sleep on ladders so afraid I'll fall

And now I sleep on ladders so afraid I'll fall
And now I sleep on ladders so afraid I'll fall

- rozz williams

CHRISTIAN DEATH: Ashes

painting: Aske ("Ashes") by Edvard Munch (oil on canvas, 1894)

Monday, February 22, 2010

Monday, January 18, 2010

holy fuck


More news from The Man Himself:

"I have decided to focus my energy on Swans once again. I'm reactivating that project. A new album is in the works, and touring will follow in fall of 2010. In order to help raise funds / help defray the considerable costs of recording and promoting the new album, I have made a special CD/DVD limited edition handmade package called "I Am Not Insane" available exclusively at the YGR website. You can read about the CD/DVD, and my decision to reactivate Swans at this link:

http://younggodrecords.com/Releases/Detail.asp?C=2326

Thanks Very Much, and God Bless You,

Michael Gira / Swans / Angels Of Light / Young God Records"


holy fuck. "dear god in heaven..... i feel for you.... dear god in heaven......"

Friday, January 15, 2010

Arcanas Mysteria Scriptum


Heic Noenum Pax
De Grandae Vus Antiquus Mulum Tristis
Arcanas Mysteria Scriptum
Invoco Crentus Domini De Daemonium
Heic Noenum Pax
Rex Sacriticulus Mortifer
Psychomantum Et Precr Exito Annos Major
Ferus Netandus Sacerdos Magus Mortem Animalium

MAYHEM: DE MYSTERIIS DOM SATHANAS

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

icebreaker


passing ghosts here's the host talk of nothing matters most urban fracture what's the matter only I am lost rip blade doomsday cut string way they go away die love icebreaker are words misused enough those shameless view icebreaker shall sail right through cold mirror gives icy clues notice shells ails the well smell of hell dosed phantoms will future answer does it matter death's the only thrill

- n. ogre