Thursday, December 20, 2012

2 in 2

What a dull fucking day. Tired and sleepy and on the last ride home. Want to light up a fattie and fall on the bed. Probably settle for falling into bed and going to sleep.

Had a surprisingly decent masala pav today for lunch. Spicy and hot and fresh pav. Not bad at all.

The new Ancestors is really good. I have no idea why I didn't listen to more of this. There's no sign at all of the Sleep sounds of the debut and instead it feels like the perfect mix of the 70s worshiping doom sounds of the second album and the ambient prettiness of the Invisible White EP. Damn good stuff.

Sleep? Sleep! Sleep. Who has my Dopesmoker CD?

In other news, I need a break. Preferably an arm.

An ode to tomorrow
Her name is unspoken
Her face unknown
She is who we call on
The one we kneel before

Her acolytes are legion
This much is known
Suicide as sacrifice
Power flows from blood

Her name is unspoken
Her face unknown
She will defeat this hell
We call our world

The land will bleed
Brown earth turn crimson
A flood will take us all
Drowned in the power of sacrifice

The world will end tomorrow or so it's said. 

Another doomsday prophecy comes and goes. 
Like the boy who cried wolf, like a million bad movies; 
Armageddon will announce itself. 
Our greatest sin, our infinite hubris.

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