Monday Wonders How Deeper Down Things Can Get?

From the seminal "My Dying Bride," comes Deeper Down...hearkening back to their earlier, heavier years, this is a riffsome little number, with all of the bleakness you've come to expect. Enjoy.

Lyrics go now:

An unfortunate journey
Through a bleak sea of
loneliness
I carved through the waves
of grief
In a black vastness of self
doubt

I have never felt so alone
So pitiful and wretched
and low
I'm tried by a terrible wind
The misery and the pains
blow

Fill my vast sails of ruin
Steer me toward a bleak end
A horizon of purples and
reds
The still waters of my
welcome end

The clouds of grey come
overhead
A storm will hunt me down
And rip the guts out of my
body
That I would surely drown

The unforgiving wind
searches
And lashes me like a whip
The self-pity overwhelms me
My heart sinks like a ship

Thrashing out at torment
and pain
The maddened sea engulfs
me
I let myself be swallowed up
The magnificent weight
upon me

Deeper i go, deeper down
Didn't think it could get any
blacker
The cold bites, the pressure
builds
I think i no longer matter

Can't tell if my eyes are open
or closed
The grieving waters swallow
The pain I'm in through my
life of sin
The Devil will doubtless
follow

Loneliness is agony
For those of you who know
A war of grief and sadness
rages
Through mind, body and
soul

When lovers die and
friendships fade
When kin all lie forgotten
The gates of agony spew
forth
Your memories, stinking
and rotten

So deep now i feel so numb
I'm ravaged by utter loss
The guilt, the grief, the
astounding pain
My body, they all will wash

I hope I ne'er return to life
Oh, Christ just let me go
Let death devour my Simple
soul
Lest my misery grow

I quietly leave. A lonely sight
Relieved of all my guilt
To join a wall of deepest
Hell
The Devil himself has built.


2. The Child Of Eternity

Screaming out
Windows of victory
Tolling bell
Burn into history

Screaming out
Icons of hating
Tolling bell
Drifting on, man's pier

As ghost we swords clash
Racing up the stair of god

Fury's fire
Oceans of sorrow
Dark desire
Dream has to fall in

The ancient child of eternity
Not a thing of this world
Tortured movements
Into the terrible seas, drowning, drowning
Time is lost for every man
Counting downwards

Poised with arms
Raised for holy angels
Conquerors, warriors
Holy angels
Leaving flight, a bloody sight
Crimson rivers

Screaming out
Windows of victory
Holy hell
The child of eternity


3. A Kiss To Remember (Live)

Open me
And drink up my scarlet
Kiss me deep
Kiss me deep and love me forever more
Bloody love
Bloody love inside of you
Swallow me
Thank God, there's nothing I can do

Come with me my friend, come and see the end
And let me swallow up your pain
Leave the village lights, step into the night
Open your mouth to my bloody rain
And at your second birth, we will slay the earth
And stalk mankind 'til Heaven burns
Just lay down for me, naked for me to see
It's just one kiss, that's all I need

Take me down
Down to the bloody shore
Dig me deep, dig me deep
And leave me forever more
Lay me down
Down with all of them
And forget me
Like you forgot the rest of them

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The Coolest Man You've Never Heard of....

When he does it, it's not creepy...

Meet James May, a modern-day (and real version) of Mr. Magorium. May is the host of an upcoming BBC program entitled "Toy Stories", which -as you'd imagine, is about toys and imagination. And, in his words, is designed to "get kids out of their bedrooms and away from their Playstations"

Hey you, out of your room, and in front of the television where you belong....

But, May also did something that you and I never, ever in a million years could have dreamed of...he built an entire, fully functional, house -with operational plumbing- out of 3.3 million Legos.

 

I do imagine that the hallway is pretty easy to keep clean....

Alas, all is not well in the UK Legoland. May and 1000 volunteers built his monument in a vineyard, and now, with the season upon them, it's time to reclaim the grapes. That normally wouldn't be a problem, however, Lego UK, has refused to take this awesome exhibit....Because it will be too expensive to move. Even worse, May and his motley crew of blockheads can't even give the toys away...because Lego claims it will dilute the sales of their toys.

 

3.3 million Legos = thousands of happy kids. Thanks for nothing, Lego.

To make the story even more bizarre, he can't give the structure to a private benefactor because British law prohibits anyone other than Lego using them for an attraction.   So, what happens on Tuesday if an impasse cannot be overcome? According to Court-order, workers have the go ahead to fucking chainsaw it....In an act that can only be described as wasteful beyond all belief, and incredibly dickish, Lego is going to let this happen too...

Hmmmm, this stain-glassed window needs more chainsaw...

To look at May's incredible structure, and see Lego UK in all of their prickishness, see the full Sunday Mail article. Until then, Der Schatten has nothing but love for ya' Jim...

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Erotic beyond all possible belief...

This is the most phenomenally sexy picture I've ever seen...

Viva eroticism. Good to see that the torrents of internet porn haven't killed you...

 

Sunday sees through your glass skin

Dir en Grey; Japan's answer to the Cure. Universally renowned for their beautiful lyrics (even if they do not always translate to English very well), and complex, lush sound. Enjoy 2008's release, and already-classic, "Glass Skin"

Lyrics Go Now

My vision begins to blur,
The glass sky, the color of the wind,
The merry-go-round playing alone,
I wave,
My somehow faded voice is more important to me than my guilty conscience,
Tomorrow I sleep, leaving myself behind,
Emptier still than any tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
Here...

In the dark morning, I pretend the window to be a picture frame,
I wake my sleeping skin and press my hand against this wet piece of picture,
Spring blossoms and the petals fall, giving life to the river,
Swaying from side to side, where will you go?
I put my hand on the heavy and closed door,
The remains of the parade,
The silence laughs along with the fact that I won't be sleeping again tonight,

Emptier still than any tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
Here, let there be love...
The jokingly-dancing seasons endlessly hurt,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
And to be melted by the dreams I hold out,

I bleed as my way of compensating everything to you,
How heavy is blood?
Happiness and sadness lie too close,
The hand that will be born tomorrow, will be simply pure and nothing else,
I can barely see you now with all these tears,

Emptier still than any tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
Here, let there be love...
There is a ferris wheel, where I can look down and see you from,
The melody that just comes crumbling down is also so sweet and beautiful, it's frightening,
The shadow exposed by the sun is branded into my memory,
And it touches my heart more than any shallow words combined