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Re: The Winter Songs

Post  quicksilvercrescendo on Tue 14 Dec 2010, 22:17

I saw these guys play for about 50 people at the Hard Rock Casino in Hollywood, Fl.

My old neighborhood.
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Re: The Winter Songs

Post  quicksilvercrescendo on Wed 15 Dec 2010, 08:54

Remember the "Button South"?

Ah...yes..."The Butthole South" (in its previous incarnation it was called The Agora Ballroom)

I used to work the stage lights at The Button South from time to time when hard rock and metal were popular. I think in the mid-nineties it turned into something else for a while...like a rave club or something. (I used to live in Pembroke Pines and went to McArthur High School.) My mother is a weekend warrior singer and did some club performances, just not at The Button, because she is more into blues and jazz. Her husband is a sound engineer and also an expert in fixing and selling all types, including very high end, vintage guitars...so he is connected with a lot of local musicians on the South Florida area.

I first got into The Button back in 1980 when I was very young because my mother had a friend (Dino) who played lead guitar in their house group called Freewheel. Also that particular evening on the bill were "The Kids", which was actor Johnny Depp's early band. I knew the sister of a girl who was dating Depp at the time. So I was getting into local clubs at age ten and onward.

I remember when the little known group U2 played The Button in 1981. "The Kids" opened for them.
I remember I was the first person in my social circle to have a U2 album...on vinyl...and no one knew who they were.



Depp is actually a very good guitar player and musician. There are some video or audio links of his earlier days in South Florida and later LA on this site...
http://mysite.verizon.net/madscntst/Live.html

...ahhh the memories.

Seems like a thousand years ago and yet, at times, like it was just yesterday.







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Re: The Winter Songs

Post  KapitanScarlet on Fri 31 Dec 2010, 00:55

Ma man Flames , hows it hangin Bro ....ape walk

You were just talking about boney m Flames, just heard that that crazy jiving lead singer bit the dust on the same day and same place as RAsputin

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Re: The Winter Songs

Post  seraphim on Sun 09 Jan 2011, 22:02

some music from a flutter and some words...by a wonderful poetess. Enjoy.......

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Post  KapitanScarlet on Wed 09 Nov 2011, 02:45

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Re: The Winter Songs

Post  seraphim on Thu 05 Jan 2012, 05:28

les yeux sans visage
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Re: The Winter Songs

Post  quicksilvercrescendo on Fri 06 Jan 2012, 00:48

This song rocks. I really liked the pop punk image of Idol before he did that album with the cyborg shit..."Shock to the System". Liked it when he kept it dark, brooding, mysterious ballad with hard edged solos intermingled.

I know many of his songs intimately because I had learned and can play all the guitar parts...ala maestro Steve Stevens who played for Idol. His divebomb effects and using a plastic electric ray gun toy on the guitars pickups is pretty cool. Not to mention the rooster-style haircut.

This version has been butchered and a part with these lyrics were left out...so the edited moment felt like a spike in my head when listening to it...because it is one of the rocking-est parts of the whole song...maybe removed for religious reasons...or to avoid copyright infringement removal...

Insert at 2:30...

Hanging out by the state line,
Turning holy water into wine
Drinkin' it down, oh
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Re: The Winter Songs

Post  quicksilvercrescendo on Sat 28 Jan 2012, 22:29

From the dark chill of Nordic winter...

Theatre of Tragedy

A Distance There Is


Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd, I'm trapp'd
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy lass into peril
Thou let'st me be parched;

My heart , My heart , My heart ,
My heart , My heart , My heart ,
My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest -
There I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bones, my heart!
Thou hast me bereft! -
But run thou sayest; I run , I run ,I run ,
I run ,I run ,I run ,
I run ,I run ,I run ,
I run ,I run ,I run ,
I run ,I run ,I run ,

And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
I leave
I leave
I leave...
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.

In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!

After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings ,Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside -
After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside -
A distance there is...
A distance there is...

Bring Forth Ye Shadow


Time is an abyss -
Profound as a thousand nights;
I sojourn my haste, I make respites
For what availeith this eager pace?
One step more naught to face,
Save the heirloom fatal kiss.

I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate,
For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me,
Yet! - Who doth my future narrate?
Dim the lights - I cannot see!
Bring forth ye Shadow! -
With whom danceth thou?

Time hath stopp'd -
Yet for others ne'er halteth;
For me the Pages of Life do not turn,
Lo! - on the funeral pyre they burn.
The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear -
Heed! - wherefore delve a burrow,
When in my arms "O! Come here"? -
I say, elsewhither is naught but sorrow!

For what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it could flood? -
Bide to merry - make me unaptly;
And hence grant me the fell gift,
The gift of passing on the dark trick.
'Tis such a brazen act of erotic;
Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift,
O! such an innocence depriv'd so hastily -

Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it will flood?

Seraphic Deviltry


Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I now not,
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -
Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -
Pelf they are, dare I say!
Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is He suffer'd.
"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!",
And died they of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their fatlings -
They are slaughtering 'hemselves.
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And dare I say this burthen weightful was,
Wrack of His machine - like motion was I naméd,
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges...

Black as the Devil Painteth


An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -
Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?,
O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it quivereth,
Minding not that my hands are more than apt;
My Muse,

Where is hidden
The blue-hu''d arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry,
The flowery meadow, embrac'd by the horizon - snowflak'd and aery mountains,
In which the barebreast'd maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer,
Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore.

O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? -
I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be! -
Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine -
What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paint'd?

The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds,
Unadorn'd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood,
The maidens chain'd and whipp'd within a dreary dungeon -
And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave:
"The Devil is as Black as he Painteth" -
O Canvas! wherefore?...

On Whom the Moon Doth Shine


"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to adown,
Of any sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?
Nay - I knew I was fey!"

"Had I what it taketh I would do;
I sense - I cannot sense,
I am - yet! I am not -
Once I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death..."

"Yet as thou so didst,
On my lips a kiss landéd,
And with the shadows blendéd
The tendermost silken mourn;
In which the light hidden is -
Yon Hell's brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to push."

"Then, lo! the Black Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept;
Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears they wept,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed."

"Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears we wept - in vain,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed;
I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death."

"And Hell open'd its doors,
Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."

"Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."

The Masquerader and Phoenix


Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
Her wee feel in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl,
And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire;
Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage;
Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis -
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,
Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! -
His scratching and dallying hollow-heartéd eyes
Her breasts and vestal heart caress,
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily,
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly;
His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth -
And her umbral foetal scream -
As the song climaxeth
And slowly dieth
Away...


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