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Music for Incubus: La Peste ()

, 04 2010 . 02:03 +
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, 25 2010 . 13:36 +

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, 23 2010 . 21:34 +
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, 26 2010 . 01:45 +

 

 

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, 22 2010 . 20:30 +
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Do you know? there are places on the verge of the world, hidden between two mirrors of existence, which are filled with the fume of solitary calm; and as you enter the path, leading through the tortuous tongues shadowy boughs to the magical heart of the town within city frames, you consider yourself being a part of an even mirage, a pilgrim to the mysterious apparition, emerging from the veil of echoing stream to the vast vague creation of unconscious thought and beauteous sub-reality. There, amidst blurring trees and still heroin waters, old gargoyle tower hovers above the opposite bank of the liquefied alley, intently watching your moves, shedding mutterin goblins from haematite gorges to deter stranger souls from the clandestine valley. But if you listen attentively, secretly, to the rustle and bubble, and hiss, you shall find these hypogene sounds terrifying no more, fancying them as an ambient music which accompanies those who dare cross the ambiguous verge of the world.

Bare heaven is marshy opal motionless foams of sea, where the haunted moon is consumed, overwhelmed by the haze reverie. Gazing into its pale obscurity is like scrying, lost in empathic vines, touching features of fey reminiscence the essence of fathomless fever stealing by your quivering cheeks. Tasting whiskey lips, the phantoms do subdue intoxication, and forgetting prostration, youre heading to the huge iron doors of ancient Saxon fort abandoned it looks, but live with emanations from the eerie source, the beyond, as they guard their worlds foundation. Watchful they are and possessed by the visions of savage delirium, waiting for you to come closer to get into body and thrill, then capture and torture with madness, then pitiless kill. But show them your deep adoration and bow before ritual doors, tell them you have no intention of breaking perennial lock, trespassing into neglected, fragile line, where they save their clock from the stretching deleterious hands of a man, whose desire for fingering things dominates the intention of brain. Then if sincere, youll discover the rain-colour bridge the center of esoteric place sprung on the verge of the world.

Resting against railings of the bridge, a great period of splendiferous concord comes with observation of the whole mystical site. From the very commencement, where the entering occurred, along the path to the ancient fort the valley lays betrothed to night in her sombre shape of majestic tranquility. Beyond the banks of the paralyzed vein shimmer repelling sparks electric fireflies fall upon clattering worm rushing past the billowing tides of the city tomb. And cardboard houses bend to the curious verge setting off the ingenious marvel of dithering sight whither might disappear for aeon.

What is that sound, wafting to the fibers of skin like a shamanic dancer hops around the railing beating in Sumerian drums? Tremble of the rocking bridge, cradled by the spirital cantoes. And dreamer thou art on the swings, singing guttural tune, recollecting the pictures bygone in the odor of dusty serenity.

Then the bridge is concealed, as you die away in the overseas vapours, though youre allowed to return anytime by thought or afoot. And again old gargoyle tower will be watching intently your shadowy moves through the thickening rhymes of nocturnal procession to the secretive cores of the town on the verge of the world.


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Incubus' playlist: The Doors - The End

, 14 2010 . 21:24 +
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Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall,
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to fuck you!


C'mon baby, Now take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus

Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

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Incubus' playlist: London After Midnight - Demon

, 11 2010 . 11:17 +
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Through darkened streets and blackened gloom
the candles dim in your bedroom
rain reflecting shadows in the night

the moon is full and through the mist
I hear your voice I feel your kiss
the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.

Burning flesh, pale as the stars
no one knows just who you are
drive the knife in deeper to my soul

velvet touch your mouth on mine
drunk on lust like drunk on wine
the world will end we'll hear the thunder roll.

Don't even say it
don't even look away
haunted by
haunted by
black winged angel come to me
release my soul from this misery.


In the candle light you'll see
just what all this means to me
the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.
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(Vampire Toast)

, 06 2010 . 01:59 +
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, 03 2010 . 17:40 +
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