The Horror and the Wild album is already a spiritual experience however it’s listened to but I listened to it with headphones and the sound cranked up and let me tell you I have ascended
I’ll smile as I climb the stairs (to the light) To the light that you keep burning there (all hell) And our muscles that are waltzing and our shadows that are bold Sing, “Come rip up the flesh of my fears”
You fumble through the dark However wide and deep and far, my dear The waves made of fingers and the madness that lingers Rips into the bark of our bones.
The way that The Amazing Devil is like…mythologize your life…you are a creature of legend, the wild thing in the woods. You are made of lightning and thunder, more terrifying by far than those who would harm you. You can summon the gods and the stars, command the storm, take back your heart. Be bold, be brave, for you are bright and unbroken and larger than life.
Then they’re also like…isn’t simply being human so achingly moving? Isn’t building pillow forts the height of romance? What’s better than sitting on the couch and finding new ways to fall in love while eating yoghurt? Maybe the meaning of grief and loss is in a pair of welly boots; maybe healing is in a pair of shaking hands reaching for a thimble and thread. You gotta sit and cry in the shower sometimes, or have a meet cute at a party while wearing secondhand shoes, or make dumb “that’s what she said” jokes, and all of it is worthy of song. Your wrinkles and aching bones are works of art, and growing old is a matter of poetry. The ordinary is poignant and precious and your ordinary life is a thing of beauty.
Just…the epic and the everyday, the mythical and the mundane…how sometimes you need to stop making yourself small and take up space, take up power, howl your heart out until they write stories about you. But also here is a simple slice of life, an utterly prosaic moment—do you see that there are tales to be told here, too?
Layers, fam! Contrasts and balance! There are many ways to kill me and they’ve found them all.
i’ve been listening to Ruin (the album) for 5 weeks now, with intention, and JUST NOW first consciously noticed the birdsong in the background of Ruin (the song)
the amazing devil lyrics that make me absolutely insane
give me back my heart you wingless thing
‘cause if we join out hands in prayer enough to god i imagine it all starts to sound like applause
and what you see is not the dark it’s just the gods upturning inkpots
i can’t do this(you can)i can’t do this(you can)i can’t do this(you can)i can’t do this you don’t understand
and i can smell the smoke of hell in every stitch and seam
and i promise to be patient and you promise to be kind
are you god or devil
but we’ll burn a hundred theaters if it means we get the wallpaper right
'cause though my jokes are my armor and my kindness is my sword
but like rubbing wine stains into rugs, it’s my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse
it’s what’s engraved upon my heart in letters deeply worn
i’ll stay because i will be the man my father never was
with you, i could summon the gods and the stars
you angel heart you monster
so hold me, lover, like you used to
those songs we sung, those words we flung for fear of sound
grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world
you’re brave because they broke you yet broken still you breathe
'cause i’m between that just one more and drank too much again
i said i’m fine it’s just a sitting down in the shower day
your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep but a place for crows to rest their feet
shoulder the sky
all your mother’s weaves and your father’s threads let me rob them of your now 'cause i’ll darn you back together
i’m the captain of courage you’ve eternally lacked i’m the jesus of wishing to christ he’ll come back
love does not exist here
in the back of a cab, like two puppets with no strings
this here is not makeup, it’s a porcelain tomb and this here is not singing, i’m just screaming in tune
you try so loud to love me i cannot seem to hear
write me well my love, write me weird write me willing, write me well
after summers of fasting, i feel hunger at last for the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known
we built our castles just to watch them wash away
sometimes i fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don’t fit
'cause darling i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading
welcome to my table, bring your hunger
i’m lost i’m found in you
i should go home i’m not lonely i just like being on my own
our devils broke rank, and out of the depths came an army
'cause life begins by leaving and our love is shown in the letting go
but if you ask me for my fire just watch me (just watch me) just watch me burn
in the wreck of all we burnt stands our piano like a wound
and when that fox howls i’ll howl with it in it’s cries i’ll find an end
you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once if you were alright
and in a moment of total rapture and with every strength i have i ask if you play D&D and your face lights up like you’ve woken up from this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you
and to those gods i will speak bluntly we’ve an accord if you ever touch or harm him please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman by the end you’ll kneel and plea
the mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings
and that voice unspoken’s heard 'cause if god made us all in his image then god’s a fucking nerd
as i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right
