He was in his room, half awake, half asleep The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded
I don't actually think those lyrics are entirely correct, yet they are the only ones that are available on the internet. Instead of "Into the forest...", I think it's "Into the borrowed course...". This is because the lyrics of this song are very similar to "The Man with the X-ray Eyes", and in the available lyrics for that song, it says "Into the borrowed course, under the dreadful birds, under the singing soil and all those guilty clouds", much like this song mentions. I can also hear what sounds like "buttercup fields" at 4:19, but it's hard to tell. And in the lyrics, it mentions "The preaching alphabutics...". When I Google "alphabutics", all that comes up are web pages providing the "lyrics" to this song; alphabutics is not a real word, and is most likely a typo. Plus it definitely sounds like "alphabetics" to me. I'm also unsure about the line "All the stars touch to the cold, molten sunflower...", but can't exactly make anything else of it. And at 3:58, I can hear something that isn't mentioned in the lyrics at all (just like "buttercup fields"). It might be "a sense of moonlight", which would make sense. But that could just be auditory priming from the line that is said after (and is also mentioned in the lyrics), "A sense of moonlight and shadow".
Why is this music seemingly in my distant past yet also entirely new and relevant to the NOW! What is going on! Anyone else having this type of experience too???????????? Just wondering...... a bit of deja vu matrix type stuff
I just had a half asleep, half awake dream where I heard "Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle; infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded". I can't remember what was going on, though. It might've been something to do with this scary, Valley-of-Defilement-like place. There was a small, rotten "barn" which they used to kill cows, deer and otters.
Naturally enough, the others have been doing their utmost to match this performance. This is something people get when they continually drink whiskey. I can't drink. I hardly eat these days.
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made
At first, he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it came again
Only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency
So pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch
The latch became a fingertip, touching his own
Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds
Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness
His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed
You cannot share, the temperature is rising
The ghost and monkeys make a choice
This...
This...
He tried to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls
At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure
He would always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the forest under the billowing leaves
Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister tones
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination.
All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded
I don't actually think those lyrics are entirely correct, yet they are the only ones that are available on the internet.
Instead of "Into the forest...", I think it's "Into the borrowed course...". This is because the lyrics of this song are very similar to "The Man with the X-ray Eyes", and in the available lyrics for that song, it says "Into the borrowed course, under the dreadful birds, under the singing soil and all those guilty clouds", much like this song mentions.
I can also hear what sounds like "buttercup fields" at 4:19, but it's hard to tell.
And in the lyrics, it mentions "The preaching alphabutics...". When I Google "alphabutics", all that comes up are web pages providing the "lyrics" to this song; alphabutics is not a real word, and is most likely a typo. Plus it definitely sounds like "alphabetics" to me.
I'm also unsure about the line "All the stars touch to the cold, molten sunflower...", but can't exactly make anything else of it.
And at 3:58, I can hear something that isn't mentioned in the lyrics at all (just like "buttercup fields"). It might be "a sense of moonlight", which would make sense. But that could just be auditory priming from the line that is said after (and is also mentioned in the lyrics), "A sense of moonlight and shadow".
Celestica Demonix no
Thank you both of you for your efforts. Appreciated.
@@EvilCat-EnergyCatalyst I think mostly right, tho I'd change a bit to 'preaching apathetics'. YMMV
@@EvilCat-EnergyCatalyst yes.
This is from Swing the Heartache, their BBC Sessions
I have this on CD still, my parents played this a lot when I was little, I absolutely love it
its my favorite too...of course, whichever Bauhaus song I am listening to is my favorite at that time...
This is how my favorite song works, as well.
i remember listening to this song for the first time and being pleasantly shocked by the reference to their other song, the man with x-ray eyes.
"into the shoes that no man want to wear.. "
@@DonnieDarko1 "Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil,"
Why is this music seemingly in my distant past yet also entirely new and relevant to the NOW! What is going on! Anyone else having this type of experience too???????????? Just wondering...... a bit of deja vu matrix type stuff
I just had a half asleep, half awake dream where I heard "Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle; infinity's destination.
All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded".
I can't remember what was going on, though. It might've been something to do with this scary, Valley-of-Defilement-like place. There was a small, rotten "barn" which they used to kill cows, deer and otters.
Naturally enough, the others have been doing their utmost to match this performance.
This is something people get when they continually drink whiskey.
I can't drink.
I hardly eat these days.
Precursor to The Man With X-Ray Eyes?
Or deconstructed, post-song, Ragga stylee?
Into the hills then!
Best Bauhaus song ever
Salvador Dali would Love this song. As I do.
thxs u are the first to post this song :D
The first voice is David J.
CRAP!!!! FLASHBACKSS!!!!!!!!...........................love it!!!, I miss my copy of "shadows of light"
...even wallpaper had become sinister to him...😈
It's also the B-side to the 7" single.
"the wall paper had become sinister to Him.."..
Thanx and Il olove yoouu
This song seems very influenced by VU's "The Gift".
The bass line sounds like it has been "very influenced" by Ultravox's All stood still! Great track nonetheless.
The beginning reminds me of Cuil Theory.
A classic not Peter Murphy solo....BAULHAUS IS THE NAME
@Rlasen , i know, im awsome.
Does anyone know who's the second guy singing?
@Simon McCreath oh David J Haskins! Thank you 😌👍🏻
Hes the Bass player btw
different albums.. The BBC Sessions at least.
oy zhitzch! raydt Ainglisht. Nit tootawnish. Vem vusste? Viva lobenshtyn un ayesheshook.
Was Nauhaus the most New Wave/Pst Punk of the Goth Bands.
I wish I had something better yo do than post comments on you tube that haven't been posted for a whole year
woah a 9 minute version! What album was this off of?
it's not. It's just 5 minutes of silence after the song ended
very lovecraft
i retract my previosu comment lol
Did the music cut out after 4:48 or something?
The song is only 4:48 minutes long. It's not the first time someone uploaded a song but with 3-5 minutes of nothing after it. I don't understand that
No one will read this but I see HP Lovecraft in here?
Middle eye
@illmsg77 , i love u too.
Non Euclidean angles
Unhappy hoodlums
@1:35 Gridkeeper.
Lippy kids elbow
Luisteraarster. Luistervink ook. Het auteurecht. Het eigen ik.
bass *u*