DEAR IMAGINARY DIARY
THAT I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN IN BEFORE
I NEED YOU FOR A MOMENT
TO TAKE DOWN THE EVENTS OF THE EVENING
I HAVE A PENCHANT FOR FORGETTING
THAT’S JUST HOW MY MIND WORKS
JUST LET ME FIND A PEN
OKAY OKAY
WHERE DO I BEGIN
IT WAS DARK AND STORMY
AND SHE COULDN’T IGNORE ME
IT WAS AWFUL TO SEE
AND A WORSE PLACE TO BE
JUST LET ME TURN THIS PAGE
TO A FRESH WHITE SHEET
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
ALL THIS POWER
ALL THIS MEMORY
I COULD TELL YOU EVERYTHING
I WAS BACK IN FRONT SEAT
COUNTING EDGES OF THE STOP SIGN
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT
HURRY UP, IT’S GETTING LATE
I DON’T WANT TO LINGER
UNLESS YOU RUN YOUR FINGER
‘CROSS THE BACK OF MY NECK
JUST ABOVE MY CHAINS
AND REMIND ME AGAIN
HOW YOU SAY MY NAME
IT’S STILL THE SAME OLD ME
THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS
WE CAN DRIVE ALL NIGHT
BUT WE CAN NEVER BE FREE
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED ALL THE SAINTS
HAVE THE EXACT SAME ENDING TO THEIR STORY
THEY WERE GOOD
AND THEN THEY DIED
AND THROUGH SOME MAGIC ACT
THEY’RE GLORIFIED
SANCTIFIED
SET ASIDE
FOR ALL OF TIME
LET’S BECOME SAINTS
LETS DIE TODAY
LET’S BURN OURSELVES
WE’LL MAKE A HANDSOME FLAME
ALL THE SAINTS
ALL THE SAINTS
ALL THE SAINTS
THEY MAKE THEM SEEM SO BRAVE
ALL THE SAINTS
ALL THE SAINTS
LET’S MAKE FRIENDS WITH ALL THE SAINTS
supported by 5 fans who also own “All Saints' Day 2”
This work pulled me right into its warbling and disturbing world, much as Doldrum's A Knocking... did (same vocalist?). The mentally-unglued vocals, belting out unsettling lyrics, waver through the haze of synths and guitars, while the rhythm section drives forward with grim resolve. Loved as well crafting a specific situation in a specific place: I could feel the dirt on my cut hands as I desperately sought the flowing black liquid throne beneath. pinkytheent
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015