The Anniversary of Aleah’s Death

When I wrote about April 5th on Grunge Graveyard, I quoted the beginning of T.S. Elliot’s The Wasteland and I think this is how I can sum up it here as well. Pelle, Peter, Aleah … April really is the cruellest month.

Light
Blistering, so bright
Re-align my core
Lenses open wide
Coming into form
The imprint of a life

Too late you’re calling out my name
To raise me up out of my grave
Alive in memory I’ll stay
If you shun these waters where I lay

Night
Curtains coming down
Into the shade I stray
Losing all I’ve found
To my own dismay
My season has come to an end

Too late you’re calling out my name
To raise me up out of my grave
Alive in memory I’ll stay
If you shun these waters where I lay

Leave me to rest
To drained to rise
To try to detect
Any light at the end of the tunnel…

Too late…

‘Red Water (Christmas Mourning)’ by Type O’Negative

Since it is the Christmas and New Year time I am posting Type O’Negative today. For some reason this band has the songs that are appropriate for almost every holiday of the year, and I guess it only confirms how vast was the musical vision of Peter Steele.

Red Water (Christmas Mourning)

Wake up, it’s Christmas mourn,
Those loved have long since gone.

The stocking are hung but who cares?
preserved for those no longer there.

six feet beneath me sleep.

Black lights hang from the tree,
accents of dead holly.

Whoa mistletoe
(It’s growing cold)
I’m seeing ghost,
(I’m drinking old)
Red water
Red water
(Red water)
Red water chase them away.

My tables been set for but seven,
just last year I dined with eleven.

goddamn ye
merry gentlemen

Whoa mistletoe
(It’s growing cold)
I’m seeing ghosts
(I’m drinking old)
Red water
Red water
(Red water)
Red water chase them away.

(Chase them away)
(Don’t chase them away)