Nymphetamine

While I was cleaning out my table I found an old scrap of paper with the lyrics of the song Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth, along with my school time table, a few sums on vectors and numerous smileys.

Neo thinks I should listen to more death metal(according to him, death metal is totally 'tailor-made' for me - sexy synthesizers, black nailpolish). So he made me listen to Nymphetamine and wrote down the lyrics to that song while we were supposed to be doing problems on vectors like normal, sane people.

I really liked the song. It's got a haunting video, intense lyrics and a very gothic feel to it, so it actually does suit me pretty well. :)

It's surprising how little things suddenly bring back whole memories. And this is one of the most hilarious.

I remember, that day after he'd written the lyrics we started discussing wierd time travel theories [made by us, of course] and actually proved them using laws made by perfectly sane scientists [POOR EINSTEIN!!].. So finally we came to the conclusion that one could go back into another dimension by wearing a helmet AND that the bottle of water on the dining table was from some prehistoric age and may contain dissolved fossilized ruins of prehistoric insects, or from the future, in which case it was full of nuclear pollutants. And my father naturally thought we'd gone completely mad.

That sure was fun!

And then of course, tuning the guitar. It happened to be friday the thirteenth and Neo and I were trying to tune his guitar with his new digital tuner. We didn't really know how to use it so after messing around with it for a long time, we finally managed to learn how to use it. Talk about unlucky. We tried to get a G for about an hour but we ALWAYS ended up with F# or an A!! That was SO FRUSTRATING!! And it was the same case with the rest of the strings. So we gave up and tried playing Hotel California with the untuned guitar, but it sounded pretty horrendous. Though in the end we did manage to tune it.

Anyway, I'm listening to Nymphetamine after a long time....
Here are the lyrics.

Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.

Wicked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest
Were whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
(keeping Sodom at at bay)

Fold to my arms
Hold their message away
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.