Category Archives: aural

Lydia Lunch on ‘Music Inspired By The Film Last Man Standing’

How long would it take to walk yourself to death? Would you shoot a hole in your hand to drink your own blood if you were stranded on an endless sand plain, the only sign of life – what’s left of your own? Escape is essential. You flee to avoid capture, to temporarily outrun retribution. […]

Batwings (A Limnal Hymn)

(The key to joy is disobedience There is no guilt and there is no shame) A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen A night-piece […]

The Sea Priestess

On the sea coast of Tibet Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway They’ve been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood There’s a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by “Do not lose sight of the sea. Do […]

The Dream of the Shadow of Smoke

“So is every man. He is born in vanity and sin. He comes into the world like morning mushrooms, soon thrustling up their heads into the air, and conversing with their kindred of the same production, and as soon as they turn to dust and forgetfulness, some of them without any other interest in the […]

Control

My little girl Drive anywhere Do what you want I don't care Tonight I'm in the hands of fate I hand myself Over on a plate Now Oh little girl There are times when I feel I rather not be The one behind the wheel Come Pull my strings Watch me move I do anything […]

Buck 65 “The Suffering Machine”

Black Angel Black Angel Black Angel Carry me down Jackets and shoes Pistols and pens Poor boy, feels like I ain’t got no friends I wake up nervous Sunday is gloomy Eyes on the sidewalk Look right through me I hear myself breathing Trying to focus Goodbye Babylon Wandering hopeless The drifter singing the lament […]

H. W. Auden – for JB

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the […]

A gesture

Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 23:18:33 +0000 From: Jhonn Balance To: coil@hollyfeld.org Subject: [coil] regarding a gesture Hi all Just a brief note at this difficult time – Ian and I both, and I’m sure John also, feel about financial donations, flowers etc this: Rather than send us anything – we have too much already […]

1962 – 2004

Jhon Balance is dead.

I Have A Special Plan For This World

I Have A Special Plan For This World by Current 93 & Thomas Ligotti when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured as by a shining brainless beacon or a blinding eclipse of the […]