Anyway, as I have mentioned previously, my music listening habits are to put a CD in the player and just keep hitting the play button over and over again until I am sick of listening to whatever disc happens to be in there. Currently, it's disc 2 of Cleopatra Records' 1993 "Gothic Rock" compilation (which is fantastic, by the way). This includes a version of Christian Death's classic tune This Is Heresy, which has been stuck in my head, and thus getting the re-write treatment!
Now, I'm guessing that 95% of the folks reading this are, unfortunately, not familiar with this song, which is a real shame. I've dug up the lyrics, but they don't convey the emotional impact of the song ...
"This Is Heresy"
Immorality sucked
Greedily at my throat
They shall lick the dust
Like serpents
Hold your tongue
Get thee behind me
Your church makes me vomit
Into the vertiginous abyss
Enfeebled by vice
Dear God allow me to show gratitude
For my fortunate eyes of truth
Lord, how long shall the wicked,
Lord, how long shall the wicked triumph on Earth?
These loathsome parasites
That cling
To the cross,
The cloth and the skin
Soaked in blood of men
Not the body of Christ
This is heresy
This is heresy
I admit, in no way
approval
- Christian Death
... but to give you some idea, the title lines are sung with a lot of pathos and angst.
Being the warped critter that I am, I just can't help myself turning that into "This Is Harris Tweed! ... This Is Harris Tweed! ..." with all the horror that an old-line Goth would have to suddenly be found wearing same (think of the scene in Beetlejuice where Otho suddenly finds himself in pastel doubleknits!). Hee hee hee ...
Yeah, I know ... "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Brendan?"
