Dunque... ieri era il mio onomastico e il mio amico Ettore, che ha di solito gusti molto più delicati e sinfonicheggianti, si presenta al mio cospetto con questo cofanetto delizioso: MyDyingBride... Anti Diluvian Chronicles.
La copertina mi ispira: una fantasmina che sale fluttuando una scalinata a chiocciola tenedo un candelabro in mano, senza essere volgare come nelle copertine dei Defecatius Intestinalis et similia ma molto stilosa e old-style... un po' come nei film della Hammer, ve li ricordate? Quelli dove Vincent Price faceva le facce terrificanti urlando: BERENICEEEEEEE!!! Ecco, quelli.
Vado a casa, già mi sento un po' Usher... anzi, già che ci sono penso bene di tirare giù le tapparelle e di mettermi a letto, prima volta in anni che lo faccio di pomeriggio, afferro il telecomando dello stereo... e via! Si parte!
L'inizio coi violini! L'inizio coi violini già mi fa pensare... ecco... vedo lo stagno davanti a casa Usher, il vecchio magnate che impazzisce, vedo la chioma di Morella ma... un attimo! Cosa succede? Chi ha ruttato? Ma cos'è 'sto casino? Perché fa quei versi gutturali? Ma ha buttato giù un tordo intero? Si è mangiato troppe olive ascolane? Gli brucia il deretano fortissimamente? Ma chi è? Perché deve rovinare un'atmosfera che nell'incipit non era assolutamente sbagliata... ok, ok skippo! A volte il dono dello Skippo è molto salvifico, specie in questi casi, in presenza di artisti che, forse, hanno bisogno di più tracce per esprimersi al meglio... skippo! Ma no! Ancora? Rutta ancora! E lo fa su diversi moduli! Ma neanch'io quando al liceo facevo la gara a chi buttava giù il litro di birra di rigore modulavo in questo modo! Ma poi perché lo fa? Che bisogno c'è di fare gli orchi? Mi rovini l'atmosfera!
Ormai non skippo più... diciamo che schipo, nel senso che scappo... tiro su la tapparella con una fatica enorme, è rotta, voglio tornare a sentirmi vivo e metto i Primal Scream... si, perché stasera vado al Dancing di Miradolo, e lascio a voi i vostri Usher, Morella, e il Gatto Nero se lo smazza il vicino.
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Catherine Blake (06:30)
So vile men's torment was truly a pleasure
A plain that would change mankind for ever more
Catherine Blake slept fitfully in the
summer night. In the heat.
She murmured gently and moved smoothly,
this way and that. Oh, the beauty.
Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers,
clawed at her sodden bed.
Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath
of summer air and tasted death.
Die Erorians' visit had been successful rewarding.
With night of female screams of whimpers,
lustful dreams.
Night followed rampant night of
delicate soft gasps.
The ultimate attack on Heaven and it's glories.
Seduce them as they slept, oblivious to
their midnight tryst.
The seed of doom was planted.
Phantom raped in their dreams.
The sad ones take their own lives.
Slay their men night after night.
Catherine Blake dreamt of a horror.
Of passion too and of terror.
Over her silent breast, shadows swept,
shades caressed.
Motherhood was destroyed by the seed
and laid to waste.
A great rift was born. Men and the
world were torn.
The daggers went in deep, vile and sickening.
Women swept awat all infancy from their wombs.
And still the Lord God remained silent,
no utterance, no movement, no tears.
The earth became red.
The cutting machines of man.
Disgust and hatred for the lives of woman.
The butchery, the savagery,did spill
unto themselves.
A chorus of agony from Heaven and Rain poured
In a colossus of angels tears.
The creature of all sins. The lord of the
bleakest abode.
Did wonder at the silence.
What did the Almighty know?
All Hell did fill with the screaming souls
of dead men.
The mighty army of God did stand and wait,
Hoping our lord would unleash them all.
The great fiery pit. Hordes ripped apart.
Chaos ensued, screaming from the dark.
Observing his darkened child, in the miserable
corners of earth
The great heart of God will heal up the earth.
The Lord watched as his beloved slipped silently
Back into the darkness below.
04 The Blue Lotus (06:34)
Under the darkened, Ancient oak
Gentle in the nights breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub
I spy my journeys end
Black it looms, silent gloom
The castle called Avend
On I trot, past forest eyes
Past horrors of the night
Through the dark, I see a sign
A gentle glowing light
Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy
Towards the golden window
My heart pounds my breath is rushed
As I fight both brick and branch
The ledge is mine and over I sweep
Silent like the falling snow
Quiet, I slip across the polished floor
Tonight, I will dine with chance
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
Thay say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought Though, still
So there she lay spleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single candle that showed me the way
Through forest, river and hills
Glows upon that lovely skin
Shadows dancing aroun the walls
Closer I creep, toward my prize
The Blue Lotus lies before me
Her lips are full, red as blood
Moist as they invite me
Stoop I did to kiss those lips
In that glowing room
When suddenly, she did awake,
Her eyes filled with doom
From silks, her hands were round my neck
Escape there was no hope
A brief flash of teeth is all I saw
And gone was my throat
Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me
Red was all I saw
She drank her fill and watched me fall
Gently to the floor
A league away my death is found
By locals who tens this land
Who lay me down in shllow earth
A single Lotus placed in my hand
06 My Hope, the Destroyer (06:45)
Weeping with you. Arms around them
Flowing with you. Without your men
Keeping with you. Feeling their shiver
Drowning with you. Deep in this river
Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring
Weak and filthy. No longer caring
Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you
Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
People. Feel her mind
She is broken
People. Fill your eyes
Her body is broken
Leave me be, with my memories
I can still see all the lovers of me
I still know those feelings
You're still mine, my lover
I watch over you
Goodbye my lover
No sorrow. Please, no tears
Holy and fallen. Watch yourself die
Fade and wither. Long lost the fight
Tremble to sleep. Her man long gone
Years, and still weeps. Never forgotten
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