Under The Volcano mix

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Ellen Allien- Out (Audion's Out for Infants mix)
Adultnapper- Apropills (Andomat 3000 remix)
Christian Martin- Cabs
Todd Sines- Thick Satin (Andomat 3000 Heinzland remix)
Stimming- Una Pena
Yann Solo- Border Line
Argy- Love Dose (Luciano remix)
Pier Bucci- Hay Consuelo (Samim remix)
Lee Jones- Aria
Gotye- Heart's A Mess (Supermayer Supermess mix)

Taint

Make your move, then.
Heaving and thrashing,
Remark on what fun we’re having.
Your endless chatter
Makes me want to crash through glass.


Follow through, please.
Grasping and clutching,
Trail the tracks of my retreat.
This growing sickness
Is not entirely your fault.


Call my name, yes.
Babbling and crowing,
Come find the space where I lie.
In this lasting cold
I ask of you one small thing.


Stand up straight, now.
Lurching and fumbling,
Swiftly cut off both my hands.
Everything I touch
Has the stink of perception.

Samael

No. You did not. You grasped and you clutched. Fervent and tenacious, you thrashed blindly. You let yourself seep into something from which the bottom had fallen out. Death has obfuscated greater minds than yours, slipped through the fingers of those who have crushed continents. Death sweeps over you rapid and uncaring. But I do not blame you. You saw something that blinked across your vision. A beauty undiluted by the defective faculty of your eyes. You tried to catch it in the dirty imperfection of your hands. Do not be perturbed, Mev.

(He Lied About Death)

Wings

Each day when I wander this way and that,
The charm of sweet nature, it speaks to me,
With eyes shot with marvel I stop and stare,
Transfixed instance of hope, set to flutter free.

But 'gainst this mortal coil hope strains its wings,
My heart it lifts to a transient peak,
A short, sharp second of this sweet recourse,
Then the ground is gone from under my feet.

No place, no drive, no unerring focus,
There is nothing that grounds this wayward heart,
And so I walk, I watch, I wait and hope,
I am Mev, I am Mev, I play my part.

(He Lied About Death)

I Was A Lover

To mask thy monstrous visage?

(Shoot The Messenger)

He Lied About Death

The new writing project is slowly being born...

A body in the woods. A wanderer. A knight 'seeking out grievances'. The Tantalising Troupe. A bloody knife. A mysterious maiden. Samael. Dreams. Play-acting and death-dancing. Come one, come all... across the threshold.

(He Lied About Death)