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Angelhorse

I was in Vampire World today. And I saw YOU there.

About Me

When she introduced him to the ominous strength of hands holding unlike hands she was in a fit of life beyondHis standard of living had become tiresome, somewhat embittered and in reaction to this stagnant feeling he frequently dancedTo loosen the mood. But when held by the hand and encouraged to be in contact through telepathic palms he found himself rising beneath the skinAll this space filled with inconsequence turned to a conducter of knowledge, a history carried in the dim bar between two hands fingers pressedThough looked upon as indescent, stupified and clumsy in birthday drunk, he was conducted by the press of her wrist next to hisThat was the damn rub you poets that was the thing of it: pressure of herness through thin skin of close blood.I have sentenced myself to mythic study of sentences in the silence of your quick flash, of knowing you better than my stutter, better than my tongue knows the pallet and teeth.

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Member Since: 3/11/2007
Band Members:Che Easson and a pack of wolves. Who plays the mandolin on Lads and Lords? Why BEN GRUBB, of course.
Influences: Keller*I*At the beginning I was a mass of possibilities.I have often held in my hand a little model of man I desired the freedom of my fellow man I idealized them as brave and generous men I was keenly surprised and disappointedThus I learned from life itself For a long time these strange creatures haunted my dreams:“Think” “Love”*II*I did not understand anything unless I touched it.I had found a few early violets:“Is this not love?”“I love Helen.”Pointing to my heart whose beats I was conscious of:“Is this not love?”She held the violets in her hand.“Is love the sweetness of flowers?”“No,” said my teacher.“Think” “Love”I tried to find a meaning for “love” in the light of thought.The sun broke forth in all its southern splendor:“Is this not love?”“Love is something like the clouds. You cannot touch the clouds.”The beautiful truth was burst upon my mind.
Sounds Like:It is a similar shimmer That of delight and that of plight When played on the lips Of lads and lords alike.And what sense in my asking How many moans raised you, Poverty? How much weeping tempered you, Industry? What tears watered you, Mystery? None doth answer, none doth hear.I could call through my window To skies lit by brutish monstrosities Who in all their upbringing Were slathered with formidable complimentWho could not sympathize With men flocked to the feet of their potential In do this, and lift this, and raise this And not be moved, infantile, like a wind To lend heart to those vacant cockles?I chose my words foolishly What sense answers for Sorcery? The moans which make the moan Will hear no other but their own Till quietened and atoned.LADS AND LORDS SOUND THE SAME IN ECSTACY AND IN PAIN
Type of Label: Indie