The Steampunk Workshop
Wednesday, 25. February 2009, 01:17:50
~ SWANS ~
Wednesday, 25. February 2009, 00:28:00
The SWANS are living legends with a sense of darkness deepened & in the process the songs turning into something delicate & beautiful while remaining frightening.
"Trade liberty for safety or money and you'll end up with neither. Liberty, like a grain of salt, easily dissolves. The power of questioning -- not simply believing -- has no friends. Yet liberty depends on it." —Gilles d'Aymery (coined sometime in the fall of 1997)
Swans Commentary:Ideas,opinios,thoughts...& a flock of Swans-can be found/read at: http://swans.com/main.shtml
LISTEN to the Swans & other great artists at YOUNG GOD RECORDS: http://younggodrecords.com/
"Trade liberty for safety or money and you'll end up with neither. Liberty, like a grain of salt, easily dissolves. The power of questioning -- not simply believing -- has no friends. Yet liberty depends on it." —Gilles d'Aymery (coined sometime in the fall of 1997) Swans Commentary:Ideas,opinios,thoughts...& a flock of Swans-can be found/read at: http://swans.com/main.shtml
LISTEN to the Swans & other great artists at YOUNG GOD RECORDS: http://younggodrecords.com/
*Excerpt from:THE PRIMAL SREAMER ~Nick Blinko'95~
Saturday, 21. February 2009, 04:35:50
The climax was approaching, I was convinced of that. The ground crumbled and quaked, emitting sounds that were even more frightful than that foul anti-music. A black idol shot out of an aperture and was soon towering above us. It was bedecked in ecclesiastical costume; atop its head was a manic mitre which seemed to have a life all its own. Around its neck was a necklace of weird skulls, of which unicorn and horned human were the least obscure. It had spinning, globular eyes. Lamely, I made up my mind to leave this place. Succumbing to weaknesses is, after all, just as Zen as overcoming them, providing one realizes what one is doing. However, I just couldn't bestir myself.
And then the vomiting started. Very numerous were the disgorgings, but spewing what? I could not tell, despite being covered with the stuff.
Then the voice: an amalgamation of all earthly languages, ancient and modern. All idioms and dialects issued forth from the black idol. Even the worst excesses of science fiction could not even have guessed at such a sound.
I awoke cleaner and feeling more refreshed than ever before. The cathartic nightmare had been almost worthwhile.
The ancient offspring screamed.
"I have reason to believe that it is possible to enter the dream world entirely."
"I have reason to believe that it is possible to enter the dream world entirely."
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Saturday, 21. February 2009, 01:52:16
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~ MISS PANTERA ~
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