Listen: to numbers

We are all numbers somewhere, identification numbers, statistic numbers, we are all counted. But my favourite numbers will always be the days I remember, the numbers in the dates I have forgotten but those days have numbers in my heart – the day I published my first book, the day I stood in the middle of an ancient stone circle for the first time and the day I was licked by a tiger and a lion. (some of those days you will find here on my blog).

This song is also about a number and is a great Iron Maiden cover done in the style of Rammstein. But we’re not going to dwell on the Number of The Beast. 666 is a number too many people are obsessed with… and personally, I find that overrated and boring.

And this week I have a bonus song: Count it as a bonus gift 😉 “Stand and be counted, Stand and be Seen”

Listen: a lullaby

I am known for my love for goth music but I always had a love for reggae especially Bob Marley as well as some of the songs Sting did that had a reggae influence like “Love Is Stronger Than Justice (The Munificent Seven)” – From Sting’s album “Ten Summoner’s Tales” (my favourite Sting album ever), this song features reggae-style guitar riffs and rhythms, a good example.

I have always loved The Cure as well, which is seen as one of the major influences in The Goth as well as New Romantic music genres. It was interesting that someone went and made a reggae version of Lullaby by The Cure. It will ever be as good as The Cure’s original song, but I rather enjoy this interpretation of a goth classic.

On candy stripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do
When I realize with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight

Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don’t struggle like that or I will only love you more
For it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight

And I feel like I’m being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes
And I know that in the morning I will wake up
In the shivering cold

And the spiderman is always hungry

Listen: with your heart

Sometimes music can evoke a primal feel in your heart. Your imagination takes you away on a warrior’s journey where you see yourself in an ancestral form where you stand, spear in hand to go and hunt with your brother to get an elk or caribou to help feed your tribe. Something in you reconnects with nature. A time before cellphone addictions and the rat-race we are cursed with. A time before we got pampered and lazy with shopping centres and hunted for food. If we lose our shopping centres and cellphones, if technology decays will we survive? Be real, most of us are fucked.

Ritual lyrics

Vindum, vindum

vef Darraðar,

þann’s ungr konungr

átti fyrri;

framm skulum ganga

ok í folk vaða,

þars vinir órir

vópnum skipta.

Vindum, vindum

vef Darraðar

ok siklingi

síðan fylgjum;

þar séa bragnar

blóðgar randir,

Gunnr ok Göndul

es grami fylgðu.

Vindum, vindum

vef Darraðar,

þars vé vaða

vígra manna;

lótum eigi

líf hans farask,

eigu valkyrjur

vals of kosti.

Listen: Smell that?

Sometimes you need a little music in your life. You need to escape into noise – be it something meditative or something kicking down walls. Listen… do you smell that? It smells like teenage spirit…

Lyrics

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s over bored and self-assured
Oh, no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah
Hey
Yeah

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group it’s always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah
Hey
Yeah

And I forget, just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it’s hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid, and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido

A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial

Shine: A musing

“Things outside you are projections of what’s inside you, and what’s inside you is a projection of what’s outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you’re stepping into the labyrinth inside. “

                                                                Haruki Murakami
                                                                Kafka On the Shore

Call it what you may, when I read “Kafka on the Shore” by Haruki Murakami this passage from the book stuck with me and reminded me of the first stanza of the poem “There was a child went forth by day” by Walt Whitman…

“There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day . . . . or for many years or stretching cycles of years.””

                                                            Walt whitman
                                                            There was a child went forth every day

In my opinion, the whole novel by Murakami was thought-provoking and made me think, but these two passages, one from Murakami and the stanza from Whitman, kept playing off in my mind. Now either passage may provoke different ideas in the minds of other people. I mean everyone has his own interpretation of art. That is the the philosophy of art, that art, like beauty is in the eye of the beholder…

Consider the marvel of the human brain—a labyrinth of intricately woven synapses, where electrical impulses dance like cosmic sparks. It’s a universe within, a symphony of thoughts echoing through the corridors of possibility. Each synaptic connection is a bridge to a new idea, a potential masterpiece waiting to be illuminated. The brain, a cosmic tapestry, weaves the threads of imagination, sparking the fires of creativity and illuminating our inner universe’s vast expanse. An inverse of sorts.

Now look outwards. That ‘labyrinth of intricately woven synapses’ reflects outwards. You are a window to what you are. You create a new labyrinth every day where you can create, destroy, inspire or deflate. Sometimes we are an NPC, a character, a protagonist or an antagonist. we open the door. Sadly sometimes we are clones… “And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became” as the poem said.

We are masters of destiny. We have the tools to do so much good or to, excuse my profanity, fuck a fucked-up world even more. The passage in Murakami’s book has many interpretations… Today, these are mine. Tomorrow, they may differ.

Walk your labyrinth by being a force of light, even if you are a dark light, a dark soul. Remember, under a UV light even dark things can shine beautifully. Shine.

(c) Allen Wolfie Simpson 23/11/09

Blessed Winter Solstice

Bothers and sisters, Yuletide or Winter Solstice is about love and giving and thus I with the help of Mja Principe created a video of a poem. This poem has a history. A dear friend and brother of mine were in a serious coma after an accident on a mountain where he and his bike fell down a cliff. I wrote this poem, did Shamanic Shamanic prayer over it, and asked people to put their healing wishes into it. He healed and other people also were healed through this gesture. I give all the credit to the Great Spirit for that. Hear the words of my poem and may it bring healing to everyone that needs it. You are welcome to share the poem. Healing and Blessings Allen Wolfie Simpson and Mja Principe. Thanks to Mja Principe for her video skills.

Let’s Listen to… Anoushka Shankar

Let’s listen to a song I have never heard to before today. Today we listen to Anoushka Shankar’s Bright Eyes featuring Alev Lenz. After the song, I will give you my thought on the song…

Let’s Listen to…. Poppy

Let’s listen to a song I have never heard to before today. Today we listen to Poppy’s Concrete. After the song, I will give you my thought on the song…

Rain…

It’s 11pm at night and outside I hear hadedas and crows… now if I was superstitious it means that my time is up, so if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, I should have been more superstitious. It’s cold tonight. I love winter.

#HalaalTaboo #ALittleRespect

Taboo can be unreasonable. A few years ago I met a woman that does not buy canned products etc that has Halaal symbols on them because “Those products are from Muslim factories and if you buy Halaal products you are supporting terrorism”. Her words, not mine.

Bondage: Pain (Torture Mix)

Few of you know that I was part of the Darkwave band Hexotericka.