BLACK PULSE GRAIN
so here’s a little fable for all you kids out there! ready for your conversion? don’t fall don’t fall i fall i fall a boy who paints your pain his paint it drips like rain a boy who paints your pain in your veins the black pulse grain takes a picture with radiation blue ink flows through nerve endings inside the brain you have been converted don’t fall don’t fall i fall i fall a girl who paints her pain her paint it drips in vain the girl who paints her pain her paint it aches it blames takes a picture with radiation dissected enlarged upon the screen magnified blue ink flows through nerve endings inside the brain blue ink flows through you have been converted seal the capsule shut you have been converted a boy who paints your pain his paint it drips like rain a boy who paints your pain in your veins the black pulse pain the girl who paints her pain her paint it drips in vain the girl who paints her pain her paint it aches it blames a poet who paints your pain the paint it drips like rain a poet who paints the pain in your veins the black pulse grain.
he stepped into the ring he knew he was cool he knew the women were looking and the money was his all the men felt admiration or envy he flipped the keys to the valet and with a long slow and deliberate stride he turned on that place or burned it down or burned it down slipping his hands across nylon-bound flesh, under her dress, gently squeezing her thigh… the night was his so was she burn it down
i’ve been trying to find the reason and you know what? i don’t think there is a reason or an answer to it it’s just all of this well weren’t we meant to be it? i can’t deny it can you deny it what you want what i need and then just…you know the rest and all of this is well its not like that.
heaven is inside my belly i swallowed it there are all these things inside there but the thing i recall was all that i saw threaded its way round and round through my veins down and down through my veins round and round through my veins down and down through my veins into my womb hell is inside my body i ate it there are all these things inside there but the thing i recall was but the thing i recall was but the thing i recall was all that i saw threaded its way round and round through my veins down and down through my veins round and round through my veins down and down through my veins into my womb i can’t cry and it dies it can’t breathe it can’t see hell is inside my body i ate it
you suffocate me, honey
i see my death in your eyes
i see my death
won’t be taken by you
you’ll destroy me
i’m running i’m free i go anywhere i please when you cut me, i don’t bleed no i don’t bleed i’m dancing on your grave i have erased what you used to say i am free i am free i am free today we’re laughing at the moon we’re shouting i am not he i am not heeeee we can dance we can laugh bury your bitterness bury your bitterness bury your bitterness bury your bitterness bury your bitterness when you cut me i don’t bleed no i don’t bleed.
SEDUCE AND DESTROY
i can’t make you understand me i won’t try it you just talk and you don’t listen when i speak you just think of what you want to say i don’t want interaction i don’t want information so don’t involve me so you say contentment is boring and life is just so dull a girl needs strife to live a rich life you know what i say—- now mary had a little lamb and everywhere that mary went that lamb would go mary kills the little lambs and everywhere that mary goes the blood does flow can i believe in you i believe in me can i believe in you will you hurt me i will never hurt you do you love me i will always love you i will always love you i will always love you i will always love you i will always love you i will always seduce and destroy! mary had a little lamb and everywhere that mary went that lamb would go mary kills the little lambs and everywhere that mary goes the blood does flow.
SURRENDER FOR HIS HEART
last night as he made love to her, holding him, she realized that this was the only time she was close to him, truly close to him….she didn’t want it to end… he began to move into her in such a way as to force her to orgasm…she asked him to stop because she didn’t want to disconnect from him–which is what orgasm had come now to signify. felt herself surrender for his heart. moments later, the doorbell rings. she walks into the living room and sees Harvey Keitel, nude, wearing a vibrant green colored mask with horns and a painted red grin. he crouches on the porch motionless – perfectly still like a statue holding what looks like a machete. he squats – facing the door – holding the machete – ready for her to answer the door. felt herself surrender for his heart.
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A striking collaboration between Jarboe and two members of Trust Obey, John Bergin and Brett Smith, Blackmouth finds the three creating an appropriately mysterious album with a definite edge. Jarboe’s ability to mark and interpret feelings of rage and sexual power crossed with epic, mystic visions of love, life, and loss makes a perfect starting point for Bergin and Smith’s haunting music. Starting with the first of three versions of “The Conversion” — this one subtitled “Silent” due to its dark ambient flow behind Jarboe’s keening verses, the other two bringing more beats and sharper vocals to the fore — Blackmouth creates an album that will appeal to an already primed goth/industrial audience and can reach out beyond that to the adventurous listener. Importantly, as with their own individual work, the trio doesn’t feel the need to be competing in a realm of who can make the loudest or hardest music. Many songs subtly suggest clattering, murky depths rather than outlining them fully, as the brief, instrumental title track and “Surrender to the Heart” readily capture. The delicacy Bergin and Smith bring to the music at many points is perfectly captivating, such as the inclusion of a descending keyboard melody toward the end of “The Black Pulse Grain” contrasting with a softly distorted rhythm break, or the wheezing sounds and piano making up “Inner Alien,” with gripping images of pregnancy and anger. “The Burn,” with its recurrent, clattering loop backing Jarboe’s alternately low-key singing and wordless keening, makes for one of the best moments, containing plenty of energy without pumping the mix up to 11. Even the wordless numbers carry plenty of Jarboe’s unmistakable power — “And I Call Myself Hag,” consisting mostly of various overdubs of Jarboe’s entrancing voice, is probably the secret highlight of the album as a whole, as spiritual and involving as any gospel number or musical invocation of Allah.
Originally released in 2000, Blackmouth was created in collaboration with John Bergin and Brett Smith. The work is striking for its coherence despite a stylistic diversity which appears bewildering at first. The genre is indeterminable; ‘industrial’ would be hopelessly restrictive. Various ambiances surface here, as do metallic guitar-driven rock (Seduce and Destroy), melodious pop with a sense of unease (Risen), elements of the torch song (Inner Alien) and a prototype of Jarboe’s “sonosphere” (And I Call Myself Hag). Classical music in diverse styles forms part of its atmospheric essence.
Blackmouth opens with the ‘silent’ version of ‘The Conversion,’ a symphonic synth piece with minimal lyrics and Jarboe’s voice in echo mode. Ominous percussive patterns blend with thudding bass on the brief title track, an instrumental with some disembodied vocal elements. The intricate vocal and instrumental arrangements of ‘Black Pulse Grain’ contain many layers, lending it a simultaneously appealing and unsettling air.
‘Risen’ has the same hypnotic quality as some of the ‘nursery rhyme’ type chants on the album Beautiful People Ltd, a charming melody for a sinister theme. The undulating ‘Bloodless Mix’ of ‘Risen’ gives Blackmouth its most captivating rhythmic flow. The tempo picks up with the equally melodious, ‘The Burn’, a buoyant piece characterized by rattling percussive and chant-like vocal textures.
The experimental track ‘And I Call Myself Hag’ showcases the power of Jarboe’s voice in multiple overdubs, whilst the elegant sounds of the piano driven art song ‘Inner Alien,’ initially obscures the intensity of the lyrics. This is the only track which comes close to resembling anything on her album Disburden Discipline which was released the same year. The seductive ‘Smother’ could easily be taken for a torch song, dark torch like her work in The World of Skin.
The ‘cruel’ version of ‘The Conversion’ which concludes the album is an out and out industrial excursion with heavy dance beats amid rumbling, whirring, whooshing, and reverb and echo, whilst the ‘relapse’ version has an intriguing blend of drones and edgy percussion with arresting organ infusions against a symphonic canvas. A delicate masterpiece follows it, the instrumental ‘In A World of Her Own’ which evokes an aching beauty, a sigh too deep for words. Like ‘Under Will’ on the album Anhedoniac or ‘Realm’ on Indemnity II.
The uptempo and edgy ‘Surrender For His Heart’ is a surrealistic narrative framed by distant background voices expressing emotions on the extreme side of the spectrum. Ferocious eruptions of metallic guitar accompany Jarboe’s vox personae on the alternatively soothing and abusing ‘Seduce and Destroy’ which also contains snippets of the aforementioned sinister lullaby style rhyme, here bound up with explosions of rage.
On Blackmouth, certain of Jarboe’s recurring stylistic explorations may be discerned. Rooted in Swans, the early solo albums and Beautiful People Ltd., they exist here fully refined in the context of the work as a whole, like beautiful moments captured in time. It’s interesting to hear how some were developed on, for instance, the 2003 album Neurosis & Jarboe. It is also striking that the sound of Blackmouth differs so markedly from her solo albums of more or less the same period, Anhedoniac and Disburden Disciple. That must be due to the fact that her genius seamlessly merged with that of her collaborators John Bergin and Brett Smith to create something totally unique. – Pieter Uys, South Africa