Sunday, November 11, 2012

Phantom Seeking

The kids over at Neglected Nuggets post some pretty awesome neglected gems and the other day posted a link to Catherine Wheel's Black Metallic, which to me is not neglected band at all!  In fact, I posted that track last October paired with an absolutely breathtaking poem by Sally Ashton [I also posted about them here and here].

Catherine Wheel is very much alive in my aural rotation and one of the most brilliant though sadly underrated bands.  This love extends quite deeply and they have been present at just about every major crossroads in my life.  Bands are funny in that way... after an undetermined period of time, they cease being just a band and become a part of you.  Like the tree gnarled around concrete, organic and man-made joined in something resembling not quite symbiotic harmony... maybe it is survival, a love that must last a lifetime.  Without one, the other dies.  

I adore this song even though when watching the video, I try to ignore that its muddy naked pottery theme closely resembles the pornographic-light scene in that ghost movie with that dirty dancer and just concentrate on Rob's piercingly mesmerizing eyes and his adorable floral shirt.



An infraction easily ignored when hearing these lovely lyrics:

You're making me doubt myself  
This feeling I know so well  
Visions of naked greed  
Are visions I just don't need
 

Far deep, phantom seeking, I can see  
The nude that broke my heart  
The nude that broke my heart
 

Far from living, I can see  
The nude that broke my heart  
The nude that broke my heart
 

The texture of moistened skin  
All over this skin I've been  
Skin that's been angel stretched 
No muscle or excess flesh
 

Far deep, phantom seeking, I can see  
The nude that broke my heart  
The nude that broke my heart
 
Far from living, I can see  

The nude that broke my heart  
The nude that broke my heart
 

You're making me doubt myself  
This feeling I know so well  
Feeling of naked lust  
This feeling I love so much
 

Far deep, phantom seeking, oh you are  
The nude that broke my heart  
The nude that broke my heart
 
Phantom breathing, oh you are

The nude that broke my heart  
The nude that broke my heart
 

Upon the wall, the life is drawn  
The love is lost, the truth will fall  
The sinking ship, the sinking soul  
The final fear, the picture on the wall

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