Archangels I: Invincible Prince (Michael)
I’m doing four of these. Did you know Michael is also the patron saint of the city of Toronto? I always include Toronto bands anyway, but it’s a nice tie-in. Anyway, this is not a Supernatural mix, per se (it’s just a take on the original mythology), but SPN fans might enjoy it.
1. cadence to arms // dropkick murphys [instr.] • 2. grace, too // the tragically hip [armed with will and determination, and grace, too] • 3. demons // fatboy slim (feat. macy gray) [all of your demons will wither away, ecstasy comes and they cannot stay] • 4. come back clean // the crystal method (feat. emily haines) [who kicks open every door lately? he can’t stop, he can’t stop fighting] • 5. hell broke luce // tom waits [I had a good home but I left, right, left] • 6. the words that maketh murder // pj harvey [what if I take my problem to the united nations?] • 7. chase the devil // cocoon [lucifer son of the morning, I’m gonna chase you out of earth] • 8. beating heart // la sera [aim for the heart, it’s only beating] • 9. hurry for the sky // robyn hitchcock [knock yourself out yesterday, tomorrow will be fine] • 10. back off boogaloo // ringo starr [wake up, meathead, don’t pretend that you were dead] • 11. blood and fire // niney the observer [there is no more water to put out the fire, let it burn] • 12. soldier’s grin // wolf parade [and I rode higher than forces that can’t make the horses lay down] • 13. it ain’t the same old cold war, harry // grant-lee phillips [the sound of all that sabre-rattlin’ makes the blood run cold] • 14. i am the resurrection // the stone roses [I couldn’t ever bring myself to hate you as I’d like] • 15. hero // regina spektor [I’m the hero of this story, don’t need to be saved] • 16. gloria // u2 [gloria in te domino, gloria exultate] • 17. before you leave // thrush hermit [and we all die alone at war or on the phone] • 18. taps // tony dolvin [inst.]
This [very specific] feeling is intense and pervasive and haunting and consuming. It is a great longing for something very obscure, but almost tangible. Like something we, as a species, used to know intimately, but somehow forgot. Like we are floating around, lost and unconnected, and this feeling is a distant memory.
There are no adequate words for it. The German Sehnsucht refers, I think, to this feeling, translating to something like ‘longing-addiction’, and that’s as close as it gets. Sound familiar to any of you?
[[ugh my own comments redacted because I feel like a tool. Still posting this clip, though, because I think it’s apropos of unspeakable aches.]]
I don’t know. I always think of this moment from Homicide: Life on the Street, Frank’s line at the end and Tim’s expression of quiet perplexity.
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So, that you came to exist, that “today” you get the necessary, to exist; that you came to be, that you became a human being; that you can see, consider that you can see, that you can hear, that you can smell, that you can feel; that the sun shines for you—and for your sake, that, when it gets tired, then the moon begins, and that then the stars are lit up; that it becomes winter, that all nature goes into disguise, plays a stranger—and just to please you; that spring comes, that the bird comes in numerous flock—and to make you glad, that the green sprouts, that the forest grows beautiful, and stands as a bride—and to gladden you; that autumn comes, that the bird leaves, not that it makes itself costly, oh no, but that you should not be tired of it, that the forest hides its decoration for the sake of next time, that is, to make you glad the next time…
One prescription suggests that when a man feels that he is being overcome by the powers of evil, they may be dispelled by the utterance of the name Pipi; again, written on a shelled hard-boiled egg and consumed, it is warranted to “open the heart” to wisdom and learning. Pipi—the name itself is intriguing, but even more so is its tortuous etymological career. Before the beginning of our era Hellenistic Jews had adopted the custom of substituting a yod for the vav in the Tetragrammaton, making it yη-yη. “In the older manuscripts of the Septuagint the Tetragrammaton was retained in Hebrew letters. In Greek circles these Hebrew letters, yod he yod he, were not recognized as such, but read as the Greek letters, πιπι.” Thus Pipi became a magic name, and is to be found in Greek incantations. Jewish tradition, having borrowed this name from the Greeks, rendered it back into Hebrew—the Ineffable Name restored to its original tongue, but in how altered a form!
I don’t even do magic and these give me a witchcraft boner.
Ah yes, the mystical “FUCK OFF” circle.
I have turned ‘FUCK OFF NASTY TRASH’ into a house-cleaning glyph with good result.
I love you.
Also, always reblog John Constantine.
I just love how the feet of the dresser are considered grounding points for energy there. “Shit. The dresser’s touching the floor. BETTER CIRCLE THAT.”
the Lord’s gonna come for your first born son
(his hair’s on fire and his heart is burning)
Rosalia Lombardo died of pneumonia at the age of two in Palermo, Sicily on December 6th, 1920. She is the best preserved child in the world and she was embalmed by the country’s best embalmer, Alfredo Salafia.
Urban legend has it that Rosalia opens her eyes every now and then. Most of the time, it was brushed off as just a rumor, until someone set up a camera and discovered this.
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