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La "Sposa Morente" è ancora tra noi.
Ed il mio desiderio di morte torna a farsi sentire.
Sorella morte è presente ovunque in questa raccolta degli inglesi; fin dalla funerea copertina di quel livido colore. Confezione digipack che si apre a croce tanto per restare in argomento.
Ed arriviamo alle lunghe composizioni che odorano di Gothic-Doom-Death Metal. Una musica stagnante, lenta e spettrale; i My Dying Bride non hanno rivali e non conoscono altro credo musicale. Ti avvolgono nelle loro infinite e tetre spire fatte di note agghiaccianti; è sempre stato così con loro, fin dai lontanissimi esordi dei primi anni novanta.
Gli otto minuti di "She Is The Dark" dimostrano ancora una volta l'unicità di una band che molto di rado ha commesso passi falsi; una canzone che mette in evidenza il cantato di Aaron, prima pulito, declamatorio per poi virare verso un growl tempestoso e macilento da stordire nell'ascolto.
C'è spazio per la breve fiammata Death Metal di "Catching Feathers" tratta da uno dei primi demo del gruppo; l'interminabile "Two Winters Only" va ad omaggiare il loro lato più Dark, con quel suono di violino che d'improvviso compare dal nulla e che accompagna l'elettricità di una chitarra: il richiamo della lugubre e spaventole morte non è mai stato così evidente.
Siamo alla fine; la cover conclusiva che mai mi sarei aspettato di udire: trattasi di "Roads" dei Portishead. Forniscono un'interpretazione degnissima: le atmosfere solennì e cupe tipiche dei My Dying Bride che incontrano e sposano (termine non del tutto casuale...) il Trip Hop decadente della band di Bristol. Da brividi in ogni dove.
Ad Maiora.
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01 Sear Me MCMXCIII (07:21)
Pour yourself into me
Our time approaches so near, that I sign.
What danger in such an adorer?
We dance and the music dies.
We carry them all away
As we glide through their lost eyes.
You lift me above myself
With the ghostly lake of your mind.
Arise from your slumber in my arms.
Your beauty took the strength from me.
In the meadows of heaven
We run through the stars.
Romantic in our tastes.
We are without excuse.
We burn in our lust.
We die in our eyes and drown in our arms.
03 Vast Choirs (07:37)
Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
Your kinds heart now pines
For whom the gods love dies young
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
The sadness I present, smiles with tears
Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
And wars abhorred by mothers
No man lives so poor as he was born
We don't remember pure sensations
Gaze peacefully into the past
I am dust , and to dust I shall return
Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
Devour my sad whimperings
The cutting whip is mine to feel
No symphony in mind to colour my dreams
Poena damni
Sorrow everywhere
Please pray for me
When deep sleep falls on men
Father hold me
I am yours to bear
Ad te
In the play which he has written for the world
Night is the mother of sleep
Old age is a malady of which one dies
Augury of a better age
Sages as far as the beard
Their wounds smelled so sweetly
Temptation, the father of my lust
Chalcedony shines like the new born
Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
Splendid was the innocentcs fall
Laugh to scorn would our foe
Amid wars laws are silent
Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
Falls the labrious memory of pain
In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
Death shall flee from me
Misericordium et judicium
Adhoest pavimento
AD te levavi ocolus meos
Verba mea auribus
04 She Is the Dark (08:26)
A cruel sleep 'cross our land
All withered and dying
As the fall, the victims
They're dying a sad death
In our land, we lay down
And suffer again
A dark girl'cross our land
Is pacing. Is preying
And with her, a fever
A marching black fever
No eyes see. No features
Just black form, suffering
You have her sympathy
You have her tears
She tries only to take
All your fears
The pain she feels
When she drinks your soul
Is hers to suffer
It is her toll
Believe me, she's helpless
When she curses our land
When she swallows light
It's not her hand
Poison awaits when you kiss her
Her heart cries out for you, for me
Untold misery is hers to serve
out for eternity
Out cold. Mankind will stay
forevermore if she gets her way
She can't help it. It's her curse
To sing your pain in her own verse
She is the dark
The nightmares you hide
The pain you feel
The suffering inside
Though she was like you
Through her dark past
But now, the conqueror
Her choirs vast
Oh, please forgive her
As mankind dies
As angels weep
And heaven cries
05 Catching Feathers (03:44)
If my child should die before me
the sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling
horrific beyond restraint
Lord of the dance, lust is murder for this brave man
high, slaughtering general in a white feathered army
mort knows your name, his, before your time
I'd love to see you suffer, too much to be called a crime
The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling
you cannot even pray, for you have no god
07 Your River (09:23)
Your bloodied body is what I cling to.
In powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die.
Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me.
It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers.
Your river holds a feast of danger.
The suffering you have had to bear.
I'd die for that moment one more time.
The loved one falls below your ideals.
Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest.
The brave lick their sickening lips.
Rigid, handsome and a poet.
A king in his passionate castle.
Where now?
Feed me!
Hold me!
Save me!
Save yourself!
Where now?
Which way?
Dear god, show me.
Take your own.
Struggle free!
Arise!
You're Ruined!
Stand down!
Your kin, piled thick around you.
Save yourself!
08 Some Velvet Morning (05:58)
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life and how she made it end
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life and how she made it end
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
Flowers are the things we knew
Secrets are the things we grew
Learn from us very much
Look at us, but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life and how she made it end
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
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