I always dreamed
That life would be fair
Dreams are for minds
And trees are for fire
Show me the dust
Show me the wire
I just want love
But now I am a liar
Never meant to let it go
Never chose my words so slow
Now it’s lost
Now we go through
The pain again
It’s what we do
Every time we start again
We make mistakes and start to bend
Give me time for what I need
I’ll start again and make you bleed
Savor the touch
Savor the bite
Holding your tongue
Makes my eyes bright
Blinded by love
Blinded by sight
You have me now
I can not fight
Never meant to let it go
Never chose my words so slow
Now it’s lost
Now we go through
The pain again
It’s what we do
Every time we start again
We make mistakes and start to bend
Give me time for what I need
I’ll start again and make you bleed
I always dreamed
That life would be fair
Dreams are for minds
And trees are for fire
Show me the dust
Show me the wire
I just want love
But now I am a liar
Savor the touch
Savor the bite
Holding your tongue
Makes my eyes bright
Blinded by love
Blinded by sight
You have me now
I can not fight
Never meant to let it go
Never chose my words so slow
Now it’s lost
Now we go through
The pain again
It’s what we do
Every time we start again
We make mistakes and start to bend
Give me time for what I need
I’ll start again and make you bleed
I always dreamed
That life would be fair
Dreams are for minds
And trees are for fire
Show me the dust
Show me the wire
I just want love
But now I am a liar
Savor the touch
Savor the bite
Holding your tongue
Makes my eyes bright
Blinded by love
Blinded by sight
You have me now
I can not fight
Jesus had days like
Jesus had days like
Jesus had days like this
Never meant to let it go
Never chose my words so slow
Now it’s lost
Now we go through
The pain again
It’s what we do
Every time we start again
We make mistakes and start to bend
Give me time for what I need
I’ll start again and make you bleed
I always dreamed
That life would be fair
Dreams are for minds
And trees are for fire
Show me the dust
Show me the wire
I just want love
But now I am a liar
Never meant to let it go
Never chose my words so slow
Now it’s lost
Now we go through
The pain again
It’s what we do
Every time we start again
We make mistakes and start to bend
Give me time for what I need
I’ll start again and make you bleed
Savor the touch
Savor the bite
Holding your tongue
Makes my eyes bright
Blinded by love
Blinded by sight
You have me now
I can not fight
Never meant to let it go
Never chose my words so slow
Now it’s lost
Now we go through
The pain again
It’s what we do
Every time we start again
We make mistakes and start to bend
Give me time for what I need
I’ll start again and make you bleed
Jeremy Bastard is a New York City based producer, musician and DJ. True Mother Records lets him do what he wants.
Supplemental Reflections Vol. 2 - Tick Paralysis
“We do this job for sometimes DOZENS of dollars a night”, she purred over her champagne flute. A singular spotlight haloed by a dusting of Chauvet low lying fog to the crowd of about 30 friends, staff, patrons of the burlesque arts, and oddball walk-ins.
Knowing that she had to fill a few moments before the next act was set to take the stage, she cleared her throat and fixed her gaze on an occupant of the front row.
Unable to see clearly, because of the spotlight, she could barely make out a male form and decided to zero in, maybe get a few laughs, maybe even a tip.
“Look at this ladies and gentlemen, we have a VERY DISTINGUISHED man in the front row, and I think that it looks like he’s been enjoying himself tonight, have you ALL been enjoying yourselves tonight?”
A half-hearted “woo” went up from the side of the stage where the staff was busily checking Instagram.
“what, SIRRR May *I* ask ... brings YOU to Debauchery on Delancey this evening?”
She was a pro at this, emphasizing each syllable automatically to both stimulate the crowd and make this particular patron feel special, she could always spot the vulnerable ones, the ones who would throw money at her just to escape any confrontation or even the hint of an awkward situation.
With the microphone pointed at his mouth like a pistol, visibly sweating, he turned to answer
“A whell” he began to weakly stutter.
Taking her cue to get a laugh, she cut him off clean “A WHALE!? A WHALE BROUGHT YOU HERE??? Tell me, sir, we are ON THE EAST SIDE by a RIVER but surely a WHALE didn’t take the SUBway??”
Now turning red he reached into his pocket and produced a $100. With a shaking hand, he held up the bill.
She took the bill, folded it between her breasts and winked at the other audience members.
The next act was now ready and after announcing it, she skipped off the stage.
A young man in a sailor suit dramatically removed his layers piece by piece to the song “Rock Lobster,” revealing underneath a semi-pornographic lobster costume complete with red claws and red eye stalks. The audience applauded limply.
Taking the stage again a boisterous “LETS PUT OUR HANDS TOGETHER AND YOUR HANDS IN YOUR POCKETS FOR LOBSTER LE ROY!!!” the mistress of ceremonies winked at the crowd and then turned her attention again to the same man in the front row, who looked as if he was about to faint from a mixture of shame and overstimulation.
“SIR! Now you tell US ALL HERE at Debauchery On Delancey... you like, shall we say, SEA CREATURES…? How did you feel about Lobster Le ROY!!!??”
Unable to even make eye contact, he produced four $100 bills and handed them over, his hands shaking quite badly.
At this point, her smile quickly faded. He seemed to be having trouble breathing.
“Sir you seem to have VERY MUCH enjoyed the show tonight.”
Weakly he leaned forward toward the pointed microphone and whispered barely audibly. “I am going to die tonight” and handed her another five $100 bills. “I am ….. and nothing can stop it.”
Her smile faded entirely and her mouth then immediately almost painfully re-arranged itself into a forced chuckle.
“A ha, hmm, well we AAAALLLL have to go SOME time sir.”
The audience gave off a heavy murmur, they weren’t paying attention before, they were absolutely paying attention now. Almost as if they couldn’t help themselves.
“You’re right,” he admitted... now sounding bored with the conversation. Eyes glazed, but totally focused. “We all do..... some time.”
She turned on her heel to announce the next act, but what he said next made her voice catch in her throat.
“We all do,” his voice now somehow powerfully audible over the din of the bar and ambiance of the venue. It seemingly bypassed everyone’s ears altogether, pushing right into their minds.
“But for all of us in this room, that night is tonight.”
Two gentlemen from a fertile land, where which is to make the music where the main goal makes the tremble of your earth. We
came, after it comes, entirely it is tired, becoming tired entirely. We are the music manufacturer. We are the person whose dream you dream. As known that you like, now take our compilations and use, use those for the self joy.
Darkwave synth that directly addresses our modern dystopian political environment, with proceeds going to the Voting Rights Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2018
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021
Three new songs and three remixes from Italian darkwavers Ash Code will surely grace goth club speakers once we can go pick cobwebs again. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 9, 2021