Discography · Studio album
Blood'N'Roll
...and we do just that
- Released
- 29 April 2005
- By
- Bloody Mary
- Label
- Six Six Six Records
- Format
- CD-DA
- Catalogue
- SIXCD001
- Length
- 40:00
Discography · Studio album
...and we do just that
Montmartre, the last years of the nineteenth century. Absinthe is poured in every café on the hill, the Moulin Rouge is young, and among its painters lives an artist who drinks, paints and burns his nights in excess — a man much like that lame French painter of the cabarets, or perhaps the painter himself.
Blood'N'Roll does not tell his story. It builds the world he moves through — its sounds, its colours, its green light — and leaves his deeds untold. The band told them, on stage, night after night, in the clubs across Europe. Absinthe is the record's leitmotif, the same absinthe that filled the band's Absinthe Nights.
This is the first chapter of the Didascalic Concept, a story told not in the lyrics but in the sound, the artwork and the band itself — and the only chapter set in history as it went.
10 songs
I try and stand shaking on the chasm of my blindness
the more I try, the more I choke in the afterbirth,
that warm grasps around my throat colors I've got no more
I'm left just some green bile to draw my pale scene.
I would give you ten coins to steal my ignorance
one hundred and you gain my indigence
these silicon desires darken cloud my days but I'm bored
with letting go all by chance.
I long for you so sweating of dew drops
nude among fresh leaves wearing thorns
I picked you up, got your every petal torn
let you in my icy blue care.
Nightfall time, open your eyes nightfall, mock my desires,
don't stop me now, 'cos I know how to plagiarize,
strewn with ash, with my seed to drain away any flavor
I want you, my alcove of all my evil malice.
I would give you ten coins to steal my ignorance
one hundred and you gain my indigence
these silicon desires darken cloud my days but I'm bored
with letting go all by chance.
I long for you so sweating of dew drops
nude among fresh leaves wearing thorns
I picked you up, got your every petal torn
let you in my icy blue care.
I long for you so sweating of dew drops
nude among fresh leaves wearing thorns
I picked you up, got your every petal torn
let you in my icy blue care.
let you in my icy blue care.
let you in my icy blue care.
let you in my icy blue care.
let you in my icy blue care.
I'd better warm you up if only I could
but frozen I can just devour your heart,
I'll never be feeling any shape of love
I'll never, I'll never, I'll never... I'll never.
I long for you so sweating of dew drops
nude among fresh leaves wearing thorns
I picked you up, got your every petal torn
let you in my icy blue care.
I long for you so sweating of dew drops
nude among fresh leaves wearing thorns
I picked you up, got your every petal torn
let you in my icy blue care.
It's time to rise grant my silent prayer
from the ground flood my limbs and hair
with the light of night whispers are coming close,
tell some fairy tales blow scrawly spells.
Beware this tear of rain and fear,
stay far from blood that it kills
I'd make you shake, shake, 'till you bleed...
The rest comes back hangs over the wood,
lymph that teems panting murmurs gasp,
grasp the air to breathe weak and feeble voice
forgets a latest drop, falls Inside of her.
Beware this tear of rain and fear,
stay far from blood that it kills
I'd make you shake, shake, 'till you bleed...
I find no way to shut my rage
well it's no use to destroy,
destruction silents flown away, away.
I find no tears to lie them down
the skin that used to be mine
For tears have turned into a flood,
flushed soul.
Beware this tear of rain and fear,
stay far from blood that it kills
I'd make you shake, shake, 'till you bleed...
I find no way to shut my rage
well it's no use to destroy,
destruction silents flown away, away.
And no more tears and no more tears...
Every morning I wake up with cold unfeeling limbs
regretful excesses must I really breathe my life
I can't foresake myself.
Every night like this thousand years like this
searching for something,
my sleepless nights immortalize
the double sided coin
I won't be unfeeling, I won't be unfeeling
I wanna feel the hard life on my skin.
Every morning I rise up to wet the ceramic Jesus
I look upon the street it's just the same piss that I flushed
What difference does it make?
But yesterday I wanted something new a place where I could be
once again a beast with primate needs, I can't leave.
I won't be unfeeling, I won't be unfeeling,
I wanna feel the hard life on my skin.
I won't be unfeeling, I won't be unfeeling,
I wanna lick again off your skin.
Because it's you I want and I want you this way,
I can't catch you otherwise I'm just an animal in a bloody cage,
I can't metabolize.
But yesterday I wanted something new a place where I could be once again a beast with primate needs, I can't leave.
My soul is dark, oh! Quickly strings
the harp I yet can brook to hear,
and let thy gentle fingers fling
it's melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear
that sound shall charm it forth again,
if in these eyes there lurk a tear
'twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
Oh, it will flow, Oh! It will flow.
Oh, it will flow, Oh! It will flow.
But bid the strain be wild and deep
nor let thy notes of joy be first,
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep
or else this heavy heart will burst.
Oh, it will flow, Oh! It will flow.
Oh, it will flow, Oh! It will flow.
..and cease to burn in my brain.
..and cease to burn in my brain.
It's too late to let you play
with my body and my heart,
stay away from my birth land
don't wanna see you round and around.
It's too late for your sugar kisses
I need to stay alone with myself,
away in the city where I was born
I'll rub out every trace of you
I'll cut up, burning all my old empire
and spreading pictures I'll got to getcha watch you.
I don't wanna be your baby,
do you know when it's too late?
I don't wanna be your baby in this way.
But I don't want to be your baby
so try not to be like that today.
You run me down and for your cry
it's too late, it's too late.
I'm going for broke, without your blame
I'm trying to do well on this earth
but I'll got to getcha, I'll got to getcha,
I'll got to getcha watch you.
Child it's too late, see you... It's too late.
You were kind, you were fine
and adored by all
played a game, foolish game,
of the wizard's trick, gave a life to the dead
hand held by the whore,
you were big, you were great,
noone called you pimp.
I'll Be your Judas for thirty bits
I sold you body to the Roman cross
I'll be your Judas for my bloody kiss
without resentment and without thoughts.
Your mother put her soul on a pedestal
to hide her wettest sordid dreams,
taken to this by the unholy sight
of a sawing husband nearby.
Preached the love and had the locks
when Hoffman had not made it real,
Magdelaines were filled with the cannons
that should have held daisies pale.
And you know your Judas I was
till the end of every sorrow.
Don't hold me, don't hate me,
at the end of the day you were my man,
I had no other choice, you know
and the runaways always keep their king.
You were tall blonde and I was short, brute and dark and overall,
I can wage more money, I can wage more joy,
If one day I'll be your only toy.
Everything that you love is bound to fade
forgetting it's so frail
you play it until it's broken,
one by one and again and again,
you digest every bowel
but you need a 2nd chance
to satisfy what's called desire.
I'll close the door over your face
breaking my life without thinking twice
and no more thoughts and not surprise
the pleasure's closed just in your eyes,
I'll close the door.
You live in a "where",
where everything it's so hard
always been looking for
the darkest of all havens,
you deceived yourself,
you could find inside of me,
it won't be me who'll give you a chance
for I'm not here to await you.
Looking back in time,
into my childhood memories,
I was dreaming to fly,
from the mountains to the oceans,
like an eagle across the clouds,
I was dreaming to fly,
to fly.
But the time is passing by,
it's just time that makes a change
and now I don't wanna fly,
'cause I'm alone
every day and every night,
I'm not dreaming to fly, anymore.
I don't care about learning to fly,
I'm not sure I can walk alone.
No, I don't care about learning how to fly,
I'm always falling down.
It would be already enough
to stand up on my own legs
rather then learning to fly.
I don't wonna fly
'couse I don't care to fly.
In the time warp were I forgot myself
I've always been looking for something
to redeem me and make me pure
take me out now from the void,
like a pyre my standing blue life
drain me down from human grace,
just when I lost hope and faith
I caught you deadly flower.
Hey! Little sister...
You could be the first to break my heart,
I'll never let you down,
for your poison never leave my veins.
You were able to water my roots
with the warm of your bitter tears
you made me drink all your juice
refresh my unsafe condition,
if life was an affect
for sure you were the cause,
like ivy you flooded my walls
how will I spread out my self?
Hey! Little sister...
What d'you think to do for me tonight?
But don't stay so close to me please
'cause I need some time to breathe.
Passion has to be dosed not to get too sick of love,
if you get it every day you'll never have time to desire
and in the time warp like me you'll close down
always been looking for something to remain
afloat on the sea of the human deadly race.
I would believe that something'll change
before the rain,
be strong and pure, yeah, I'm so sure
it's only for you
and I could breathe only lies lost in your smile
but I understand watching in your eyes,
I must try this time,
before the rain, the rain,
before the rain, the rain,
before the rain, the rain,
before the rain, again.
I had just walked thru
between some pleasure and pain,
when I was out of my mind,
out from my best time
and day by day I would believe
that you know what I say,
my time is short and you fly away
Before the rain, the rain,
before the rain, the rain,
before the rain, the rain,
before the rain, again.
How can I survive
if every day I see you in my dreams,
How can I forgive,
Let me try, let me try again.
How can I survive
if every day I see you in my dreams,
How can I forgive,
Let me try, let me try again.
Let me try again,
let me try again...
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I think it's important to start out by saying that even though Bloody Mary may look like yet another HIM wannabe in many ways, they are something quite different. They are genuinely gothic. For most bands in the arena Goth genre, the gothic elements are little more than a veneer to liven up their image.
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Is this the Italian answer to Type O Negative? On its debut, Bloody Mary, formed around the turn of the millennium, certainly stands out for a rather imposing sound, though one undeniably close to Type O Negative.
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While waiting to hear the new graveyard effort of our dark dandies, "Party music for graveyards" (certainly the CD this writer awaits most in gothic rock, after the letdown of the 69 Eyes in "twilight-emo style"...!), we dust off their 2005 debut CD "Blood 'n' roll", an excellent example of sexy, darkly guitar-driven…
by Lunariaon Blood'N'Roll