I feel an animal deep inside............
Mar. 14th, 2003 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zimon66A line from the Sisters of Mercy's "This Corrosion" which pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now. I feel the presence of the animal but can't touch it and it can't reach me either. I hate being out of touch with myself, not being able to truly connect with me - bad enough having this, worse being Otherkin and having this - I want so much to reach deep inside of myself to myself and finally connect.
Another bad feeling - my darkside is acting up too. Bad enough having this, worse being Otherkin and having this. Keep running the chours of Shriekback's "Nemesis" over and over in my head - darkside is conjuring.
I found the lyrics to the song so you guys can see what a creepy bit of business is going on. I don't have a link to the song itself so you'll have to use your imagination here on how it sounds - the vocals are done in a sinister, slightly snakey, slightly whispered, spoken word tone. The chours ("Priests and cannibals.....") is a loud, harsh, semi-fast, semi-snarled rhythmic chant - it's the chorus that keeps replaying in my head.
Lyrics copied from -
http://www.emdac.demon.co.uk/phil/shrkindx.html
Shriekback - Nemesis(1985)
In a jungle of the senses
Tinkerbell and Jack the ripper
Love has no meaning, not where they come from
But we know pleasure is not that simple
Very little fruit is forbidden
Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're strong
But you know evil is an exact science
Being carefully correctly wrong
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
We feel like Greeks, we feel like Romans
Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us
We drink elixirs that we refine
From the juices of the dying
We are no monsters, we're moral people
And yet we have the strength to do this
This is the splendour of our achievement
Call in the airstrike with a poison kiss
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
How bad it gets, you can't imagine
The burning wax, the breath of reptiles
God is not mocked, he owns our business
Karma could take us at any moment
Cover him up, I think we're finished
You know it's never been so exotic
But I don't know, my dreams are visions
We could still end up with the great big fishes
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home...
Another bad feeling - my darkside is acting up too. Bad enough having this, worse being Otherkin and having this. Keep running the chours of Shriekback's "Nemesis" over and over in my head - darkside is conjuring.
I found the lyrics to the song so you guys can see what a creepy bit of business is going on. I don't have a link to the song itself so you'll have to use your imagination here on how it sounds - the vocals are done in a sinister, slightly snakey, slightly whispered, spoken word tone. The chours ("Priests and cannibals.....") is a loud, harsh, semi-fast, semi-snarled rhythmic chant - it's the chorus that keeps replaying in my head.
Lyrics copied from -
http://www.emdac.demon.co.uk/phil/shrkindx.html
Shriekback - Nemesis(1985)
In a jungle of the senses
Tinkerbell and Jack the ripper
Love has no meaning, not where they come from
But we know pleasure is not that simple
Very little fruit is forbidden
Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're strong
But you know evil is an exact science
Being carefully correctly wrong
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
We feel like Greeks, we feel like Romans
Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us
We drink elixirs that we refine
From the juices of the dying
We are no monsters, we're moral people
And yet we have the strength to do this
This is the splendour of our achievement
Call in the airstrike with a poison kiss
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
How bad it gets, you can't imagine
The burning wax, the breath of reptiles
God is not mocked, he owns our business
Karma could take us at any moment
Cover him up, I think we're finished
You know it's never been so exotic
But I don't know, my dreams are visions
We could still end up with the great big fishes
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home...
