Cinema Strange - Greensward Grey

Saludos monsieur, madame!!

Hay veces que me gusta indagar en los orígenes musicales de la cultura gótica (a pesar de que para muchos sea solo un estilo musical, para mí es una forma de ser y de vivir) y descubrir y redescubrir grupos como Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus, Skeletal Family, entre otros. Esta vez, buscando nueva musiquilla de estos primeros momentos he dado con un grupo americano, Cinema Strange. Si bien su música se encuadraría dentro del Death Rock, guarda cierta relación con el Rock Gótico de los 80.

Sin más, les dejo con la canción de este grupo que me tiene enamorada!!

Y aquí la letra...

There is blood on the hooves of the fawns on the Greensward Grey for they tread

through the gristle on the lawn today! Don't they see the roseate faces of my wives

as they lay, disemboweled, on the Greensward Grey?

This park is rank and slippery! Skip and watch the kite tails, don't trip on the entrails!

White, and ligamental blossoms jutting, from the earth... when have toadstools ever

grown toenails?

These brains are old and tires but they have not forgotten my harem from decades

past, sundry screams for the beast in the backseat!

Springtime is mythical, blood can be pastoral brushed-on and painted after they've

fainted! Pan-goats are criminal! Hairy backs and abyssmal breath like a brown bog,

swamp-soaked and wet dog!

There is one woman walking on the Greensward Grey, but I fell she'll be followed by a 

friend or three! Don't they see the pink-spittle coating on my teeth that will seal every

kiss from my lips today!

I could classify dead, hooved animals! I could catalog female corpses! But cattarh

ruins my breath when grasses reach and start my ending! I could classify! I could 

catalog!

I am sitting like a cyst on the Greensward Grey and my god! there are satyrs who are

damp and fey! Iron-shod and so hysterical! They lose themselves like dripping red

fauna!

Greetings from the coffin