Opium for the masses, I have that shirt, in long sleeve variance, no less. Oh opium, thank you for killing my mother. You did me a solid. Fist Bump!
Moonspell’s, Irreligious, my first dose into the universe.
And what a dose it was.
I don’t want to make junkie jokes, so I’ll just say I never thought I’d take a path, the one that goes further down from a Type O Negative. No, I was always a metal dude.
Thrash more than anything else, although over the years that has really changed a bit. I’ve been working on a new post about my introduction to, and progression from that point.
The thing, bands like Switchblade Symphony or Moonspell, I’d never hand found them if not for Type O Negative. I am thankful for the musical path I have taken. All Hail the Drag Four.
I’ve made mention in the past that Irreligious was the first Moonspell album I listened to, and that this song, Opium, was the first song I had heard and it is what got me interested in them.
An interest that I do appreciate, an interest that intrigued me. It was special, enough that I have part of it ingrained in me. Yup, one of a few in the slew of ink.
I feel like I can remember hearing this song, back in 1997. It was after I started that one job, and after my parents had moved to that other place…
You know, the place with that stuff and those people, you know, there?
I was mesmerized by “Awake!”. Now that was a mother F’ing blast. While the mix is a little off, it was still a great ‘lil run of what was to come with these folks.
Check out the Youtube video for Moonspell – Opium.
Opium, desire or will?
Inspiration bound from an elegant seed
Subversion, through smoke I foresee
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasyOpium, bring me forth another dream
Spawn worlds of flesh and red,
Little jewels of atrocityOpium, I sleep in debauchery
And burn with you
When you burn in meOpium, we fantasize
As we fuse with your root
You are a strange flower,
We are your strangest fruitOpium, it burns in me and you
Opium, it burns for me and for you“Por isso eu tomo ópio. É um remédio.
Sou um convalescente do Momento.
Moro no rés do chão do Pensamento
E ver passar a vida faz-me tédio.”
Fernando Pessoa/Álvaro de Campos: Opiário
