Maniacal & Jubilant Peace Restored to the State of MOG
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So last night... I started digging through some of my CD cases, before heading to bed really early (heh - try after 11pm) only to wake again this morning at 4:45am frickin clockwork I tell you. Apparently a full moon can cause restless sleep... hmmf, not sure bout that one - never seemed to have an issue before this month's moon cycle.As I pulled out Xymox's Phoenix (I know Dale - I am a doofus), some Psychedelic Furs & Bel Canto, I spied an album I haven't thought to listen to in YEARS... I mean +*AGES*+ years. 10,000 Maniacs *Blind Man's Zoo*. Still remember first time I heard Natalie Merchant - she was performing on SNL singing _*Like the Weather*_ off *In My Tribe*.But the song that has always had the deepest & most blissfully painful effect on me is *_Jubilee_*. I remember playing it over & over & over & over again. The string arrangements... the slow burn to a cacophonous & searing final act; It can still brings me to tears. Few songs have truly hit me as hard as this one. Once a violinist - any string arrangement (of as mighty & hauntingly beautiful proportion as this) has the ability to strip me bare.Course... I can't find it anywhere on the videos & if you know me - you know that my computer takes issue with converting the mp4s to mp3s, so uploading is not an option.Here are the lyrics... & if anyone has the mp3 & can post it in the comments -**PLEASE DO !!!!**_He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box. Tyler has the key. He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives In Me." Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is feeling your every pain." Repair the Christmas stable, restore the plaster angel. Her lips begin to crumble and her robes begin to peel. For Bible study in the church basement, hear children Gospel citing, Matthew 17:15. Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the preacher raised to the ceiling, "Tell God your pain."To him the world's defiled. In Lot he sees a likeness there; he swears this Sodom will burn down. Near Sacred Blood there's a dance hall where Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what's more. He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man is to fear this man, to shake when he comes. Wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem do what they did to the unfaithful?Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag whiskey drinking and reeling on their feet. Girls at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses yield to the caresses and the man-handling. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what's more.Through the tall blades of grass he heads for the Jubilee with a bucket in his right hand full of rags soaked in gasoline. He lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath. He strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches the rags ignite. He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the flames rising higher toward the trees. Sirens wailing now toward the scene..._As I can't post Jubilee... figured I could at least post a song of *PEACE* as the New Wave Wars have reached their untimely end (for now).
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