Lucyfire – Annabel Lee

Sometimes a song is just so good that you have to give the middle finger to copyright enthusiasts. But hey, maybe because I’m now a “radio station” it’s ok ? I’m “streaming this”, and thus am now a legitimate “radio” right ?

Make no mistake, I think artists deserve the money that is due them. It’s just that whenever I even mentioned the word “mp3” on my website, I’ve had visits by the thought police. Namely some record label that thinks that the free advertising and glowing reviews I’m giving the fringe bands I review on this website is somehow damaging. Of course, serving out an MP3 to support the argument is a no-no, but a Youtube video is somehow OK ?

This caused the eventual shutdown of my “musical education” section — a topic on which I have blogged voraciously. The time has thus come once again to provide the middle finger.

Anyway! Lucyfire’s Annabel Lee, is the shit. Here for your high fidelity pleasure — press the button. I have cunningly hidden it within a .xspf file, which then refers to an MP3, and thus, I am ALL LEGIT! Since if you manually read the .xspf file and then download the song, then you are circumventing my broadcasting mechanism, and then I am no longer liable, hint hint. So just press the play button below.

Lyrics (the correct ones)

It feels like masturbation
It feels like a rubber maid
When all I ever need is first aid

It fees like walking a straight line
With a cloven hoof
After hundred liquid proof

Who will be my Annabel Lee
Be my Annabel Lee
Be the one loved by me

It feels like a good old friend
Like plastic surgery
In this stinking surrogate country

It tastes like powder milk
You’re biting your own tail
However damned hard you try you fail

Who will be my Annabel Lee
Be my Annabel Lee
Be the one loved by me


Finally if you want, observe the live performance (audio is a bit out of sync)

 


Lucyfire reminds me so much of the Sisters of Mercy, and aside from some corny lyrics here and there, I actually think it’s better.

Mistress of the Night, is just as brilliant a song.

Chorus
We’re here to see you dance and
We’re here to get in trance when
Red lights are burning bright and
You’re the mistress of the night

Author: roelf on July 13, 2012
Category: Uncategorized

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