Heart Songs…

[The post title is the name of a brilliant Weezer song...as in "these are my heart songs, they never feel wrong"...]

Everybody’s got them and these are mine.

The Cure, The Same Deep Water As You.

“kiss me goodbye pushing out before i sleep
can’t you see i try swimming the same deep
water as you is hard “the shallow drowned lose
less than we” you breathe the strangest twist
upon your lips “and we shall be together…”

I cannot possibly explain in words how much I effin’ hardcore balls to the wall A-D-O-R-E The Cure.

It all started just out of high school and just out of home, living with a girl I barely knew. The bond grew quickly once it was established that we were both insanely in love with Uncle Bob and Simon Gallup (and Boris and Teddy and Porl…) and had absolutely ZERO SHAME in yelling it from the rooftops or at bars and clubs (or singing it loudly on buses) as the case so often was.

Every square inch of wall space was covered in massive Cure posters like this one…

Whenever I hear anything from Disintegration, Entreat, Wish or Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me – it snaps me right back into that little flat we shared with it’s green formica bench tops, dodgy grey carpet and busted old telly.  We’d play and replay our taped (from vinyl) copies of Disintegration and Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me until they warped or the tape stretched and snapped. I’m sure none of us (old enough to remember!) miss having to manually unwind trapped cassette tape out of the player wheels… GOOD TIMES!

These albums are the perfect time machines (sans La Tennant, but we can’t have everything now can we?) that make the years between then and now simply melt away. It reminds me of when life was far less complicated and all that mattered was payday and the weekend.

Utter bliss!

The Sisters of Mercy, More.

I had a dream once that I was some kind of replicant and Andrew Eldritch was the king of the replicants. It was seven kinds of kick arse being in the thrall of someone so fucking rad!  I remember being madly in lust with La Eldritch even though he sometimes had (has?) a tendency to act like a right pretentious twat. Not really sure what that has to do with anything or why you’d be remotely interested in that… You’re probably wondering just what in the bluest of hells SOM have to do with anything? First off, that would be a riderkulous question! So lemme tell you – Vision Thing is still an amazing album and the song “When You Don’t See Me”? J.F.C. You’ll wish it was about you…

The Triffids, Wide Open Road.

“The sky was big and empty
My chest filled to explode
I yelled my insides out at the sun
At the wide open road”

I can’t even begin… so just play it and get enveloped in the lovely…it will haunt you in the most wonderful way.  I’m not going to talk about David McComb‘s passing (in 1999) as I’d like to continue living in a state of self imposed denial that such talent was unceremoniously ripped out of the world.

*sigh*

Placebo, Sleeping With Ghosts.

This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What good’s religion
When it’s each other we despise
Damn the government
Damn the killing
Damn the lies

I. Just. Can’t.

Type O Negative, Everything Dies.

(No why)
Oh god I miss you
(No why)
Oh god I miss you
I really miss you

(no no no no)

Ahhh! Type O Negative.

I really fucking miss Pete Steele and “Everything Dies” is beyond perfection. For all your pussies who can’t handle a little bit of noise – persevere. It’s well worth the journey for the beauty that lies just beyond (even though I would be inclined to suggest that it only ADDS to it).  It gets me in the squidgy spot just behind/below the solar plexus every damn time.  I think the ‘they’ call it a heart?

*sniffle*

Vale, my beautiful ones.

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But enough about me!

What are the songs that transport you to another time and place, lift your mood, make you fall in love with the world all over again or make you happy just to dwell in the land of bittersweet melancholy?

Tell me – better yet! – SHOW me in the comments.

~Fin~