"What is best in life? To drink poisonous liqueurs, hallucinate fabulously about dancing girls, and engage in triumphant saber duels with your enemies!" Things I post: art; music; snippets of Gothic, Decadent, and Victorian literature; learned miscellanies.
Grinderman performing “Palaces of Montezuma” on Later with Jools Holland.
It’s perverse that Grinderman delivers what I consider to be one of the most romantic songs I’ve enjoyed in recent memory, but these lyrics are quite touching, in their own way:
The Epic of Gilgamesh A pretty little black A-line dress I give to you The spinal cord of JFK Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe’s negligee I give to you I want nothing in return Just the softest little breathless word I ask of you A word contained in a grain of sand That can barely walk can’t even stand I ask of you