A deep cut from the double CD “Mystagogue” by The Sweet Meat Love and Holy Cult. Video link: youtu.be/AabwUrubhx8 lyrics This World is Mired in Lightless Fires by Antic Clay
This world is mired in lightless fires and they all conspire to be one with you.
The holy rain falls slow, sustained each drop takes pains to be one with you.
The coiling sun could come undone because its serpents want to be one with you.
The maroon-rimmed moon sings blue cocoons which bleed and bloom to be one with you.
The veins that spiral, surge and twine emerge combined, to be one with you.
In mountain time, when all beasts are blind you lie supine for all to view.
From the “Jarboe Presents The Sweet Meat Love And Holy Cult – “Mystagogue” album, released January 29th, 2013 on Atavistic Records.
SING BLOOD is one of four songs contributed by ANTIC CLAY to the Sweet Meat Love & Holy Cult project, which was a collaboration of artists primarily from the southeastern United States but also from such diverse locations as Brazil and Bali.
The project was helmed by Jarboe (of SWANS), who also sang backing vocals on this track.
The physical CD is difficult to find, so I’m happy to share these tracks for the first time on Bandcamp. There are also a few outtakes which weren’t included on Mystagogue that I will upload here. I hope you enjoy them.
SING BLOOD by The Sweet Meat Love & Holy Cult Written by Antic Clay
You’ll watch your father hanging from a lesser tree. Their hands all frantic about his business and all love reduced to effigy. And every visage is all malice and bland catastrophe. Hate for which there is no ballast but lightless fire and hollow creed. Hey! Sing blood. Feed the swollen god. Prod the bodies, lance the lords. Plunge your song into each advancing horde. Sing blood! Fuel the rising flood! Prick and goad the bloated waves, til something red is wrought from you and tossed into the grave you crave yeah, along with your song. Appeased by a yellow need for all to sing along! So come on! Come on! And sing blood!
You’ll watch your father hang and then you’ll dance on by his grave. You’ll breathe one baleful breath before an idiot makes you a slave. At gunpoint. At moneypoint! To shit. To shine. Touché! And now you stand here and christen me with a bloody black toupee. Hey: Sing blood! Fellate the flailing god! Prod the pumpkins, spear the gourds. Stroke the warwhale and douse the drowning hordes! Sing blood! They can’t stanch your song! All that happens, it happens in spades, while one red thing is wrought from you and tossed into the grave where you composed one holy song. Afraid for tomorrow when they eat your only son! So come on! Come on! And sing blood! Come on! Hey come on! And sing blood!
(Sing a shallow gallows song. Sing along to the wrong song. Around here we devour our own. Around here we eat what we’re shown. Swing on the gallows, shallow throng. That’s you where the shadow is long. Down here we devour our own. Down here we eat what we’re thrown.)
From the “Jarboe Presents The Sweet Meat Love And Holy Cult – “Mystagogue” album, released January 29th, 2013 on Atavistic Records.
TAKE THIS TONGUE is one of four songs contributed by ANTIC CLAY to the Sweet Meat Love & Holy Cult project, which was a collaboration of artists primarily from the southeastern United States but also from such diverse locations as Brazil and Bali.
The project was helmed by Jarboe (of SWANS).
Kris Force of Amber Asylum contributes violin and vocals here.
The physical CD is difficult to find, so I’m happy to share these tracks for the first time on Bandcamp. There are also a few outtakes which weren’t included on Mystagogue that I will upload here. I hope you enjoy them.
TAKE THIS TONGUE by ANTIC CLAY
Take this tongue, this tongue has lied Take these hands that make things die and take this blood that it abide Abide.
Take this tongue that thrice denied Take this heart made wood with pride and take this blood that it abide Abide.
I know why all rivers go to the sea.
Apathetic stars align Devoid of consequence consigned by blood or destiny combined Combined.
Eyes that weep as they record All our children are restored Stake this blood that it endure Endure.
Come the turning of the tide Gone in mourning all who died Who seek this blood that it abide Abide.
I know why all rivers go the sea Constantly. To arrive upon the shoreless sea To abide To be restored To be reborn All things pass But in their passing they clasp And they abide They abide They abide I know
Take this blood that it abide Take this blood that it abide Take this blood that it abide Take this blood that it abide Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide Let this blood like heaven’s bird abide.
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released January 29, 2013 All words and music by Michael Bradley except violin and vocals by Kris Force
When Broom of Fire is completed this year, this song will be included.
Elijah
Well I woke up this morning, clear as a bell I believe I was dreaming at the edge of a wishing well I was casting a line but some were casting spells Hocked down a black spittoon to pit you against yourself Y’all sing along got a song for you children in hell Some ye hung among fork a tongue since they learn how to tell A truer word through a cloak aint never been spoken Crows joke and peck at your scaffold and laugh while you’re choking Elijah! Elijah! The child says to me you know this way leads to dust it’s my destiny to say to you it must It behooves you friend to know why the wind is blowing Tonight in the light lies all idea of knowing Elijah! Elijah! Woe unto him who been workin in the dark And hearken to the beat of a beast with a certain mark These crows did depose me down in the mud While a mosquito rose and showed me mine own blood Elijah! Elijah! Well doesn’t nobody out there care I can barely bear it The meek’ll wonder what it’s worth, what they inherit It’s a mystery built in the dust of the tome on the shelf It’s like history repeating itself It’s like history repeating itself
Antic Clay (myself) solo acoustic from 1 to 2 p.m. at 136 Ansley Street, Saturday, October 9th. Will I wear a mask? No.
Here’s the tentative set:
ELIJAH
THEATER IN A CROWDED FIRE
ALL RISE
LANDLOCKED BLUES
IT GOES DOWN SO EASY
SULPHUR
DIAMOND IN THE DARK
IF WISHES WERE HORSES
STANDARD IS POOR
MARIE (Townes Van Zandt)
GONE LONG AGO
GOOD TIMES AROUND THE BEND
LOVE LETTER (Nick Cave)
COHEN?
I’m getting more comfortable/confident with originals, in the sense that I don’t so much care about catering to an audience. Particularly events such as Porchfest, which are full of young families, children frolicking; it’s tempting to simply play tunes that make people happy. So I’ve wrestled with bringing heavier originals to these settings. But not today. I feel compelled to blast a voice through a yuppified neighborhood. We shall see…
Backwards 6/2 “La causa persa della Confederazione” – In questa puntata siamo andati nel sud degli States, per cercare di capire le origini della retorica razzista che si sviluppò a partire dalla fine della guerra di secessione americana. Ad accompagnarci in questo viaggio, la musica di Sixteen Horsepower, Blanche, Antic Clay, Official: Lydia Lunch insieme a Cypress Grove, e tanti altri:
