o.O

[active_apathy]

I have no idea why, but Late Lament (the spoken word part of Nights in White Satin) and Thriller always seem to kind of blend together whenever I hear either song. Which is odd, because really? They don't sound at all similar. The songs they're in are completely different. THERE IS NO SENSIBLE REASON FOR THEM TO DO IT.

But still they do.

The result, in my head at least, is typically something like this:

Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Darkness falls across the land,
The midnight hour is close at hand
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorise your neighborhood

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell,
And rot inside a corpse's shell
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

I should add something terribly clever here, I suppose, but I'm far too busy devising a way to stare in puzzlement at my own mind.

Comments

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

So crack open $audio_editor and do a mashup!

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

There are two problems with this plan: one, I have no audio editor; and two, I am hopeless at audio editing. If sound could just be helpfully made of pixels...

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

http://audacity.sourceforge.net/

Ur xcuse iz pwnt

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

And well might you think so, but unless they've invented skillsofts or such, that second and arguably more significant problem remains.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

Wast thou bornst a masterful pixel manipulatress? Nay, says I, but through dint of practice and sweat of thy brow, thou didn't learn the intricacies of placing rectangles most miniscule in manners pleasing to the eye.
Surely thou canst repeat such a fine endeavour in a diff'rent manner

[stagemanager.livejournal.com]

Your brain is a totally fascinating place. I'd love to spend a few weeks therein. You could totally offer vacation packages, and even tours!

[tears-of-nienna.livejournal.com]

I did not know that the end bit of "Nights in White Satin" actually had a name. I just got really pissed at the local oldies station whenever they left it out.

Also one time I memorized it for a poetry class. Strangely, it was a different professor who asked me if my parents had done a lot of drugs. ;D