 | Title: Drumming Song Artist: Florence And The Machine Album: Lungs Played: 0 times |
There’s a drumming noise inside my head,
That starts when you’re around.
I swear that you could hear it.
It makes such an all mighty sound.
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i. Tyrannical, mad Macbeth dresses in funerary black. He is no Prince Charming. Here stands Albert Wesker, a man of myths & legends { you will remember him for CENTURIES to come }. His agenda is as intimate as a lover wrapped under covers, unknown & enigmatic. The Illusive Man remains a fascinating specimen, a man aspiring to be GOD. Such tragic tales of classic hubris ne’er end well. Serpent King hardly seems impressed with the slight arch of his brow & the pursing of his lips. Jack Harper – he who swore off his name – welcomes the other with open arms in this dark, dark room where galaxies conspire behind them.
Given the chance, he will worship this altar for a taste of power.
Cerberus’ benefactor & leader wages a war { what a megalomaniac ! } as his hand settles on dear Wesker’s shoulder, marble beneath his frigid touch. His eyes, terribly cold & blue, brighten considerably. A kiss on the cheek is a customary greeting that Judas ne’er shied from.
He thinks he can control Albert Wesker. He’s wrong.
Lucifer rebelled, after all.
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i. In modernity, Cerberus is a massive pharmaceutical company, invested in humanity itself. It’s a similar niche to Umbrella: humanity, life. Aren’t the two the SAME? He smokes in a gallery with not a single soul around. Late at night, he has connections that provide him access. He has reasons for being there. The walls are white to bring out the macabre or vivid colors of each painting, each sculpture that is firmly grounded in place. Magritte’s Not to be Reproduced doesn’t stare back at the Illusive Man. The lad in the mirror looks at a fabricated version of himself, his shame turned away from the world. He takes another drag from his cigarette & wills for the smoke to slither past his lips in endless spirals.
The click of heels means he’s no longer alone. It’s cute – the way she comes in like Carmen Sandiego. She studies the piece with almond eyes & a red appetite, wrapped up in a dress that showcases both curves & muscle. Lady in red asks him: Why this one? It’s a touchy subject. Terror & tragedy infecting the soul. It’s postmodern, it’s post-apocalyptic. It’s a lie. He lets out a rumbling chuckle, a reverberating hum that echoes within his chest. She calls herself Ada Wong. Then, I’m Titus Andronicus. He kisses her on the back of her hand. ’ How cute. I thought chivalry dead, ’ she says. ’ God’s dead, ’ he quips, but does he BELIEVE IT? ’ Oh, that’s bold. Let’s talk Nietzche sometime. ’ She makes it dinner conversation.
He mentions Project Lazarus in passing.
She’ll be back.
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i. As a futuristic operatic phantom, he hides behind curtains. He is the Wizard of Oz, majestic & phantasmagorical at a glance, but just a man ‘neath the cover. When he talks, she finds herself entranced by the rumbling timbre of his voice. It’s a haunting melody that will keep her awake night after night. She finds herself played like a fiddle. In her dreams, he comes to her: Mr. Sandman with his smile of debauchery. The dream is a simple truth, a hideous movie cliché: his fingers encompass her wrists. They’re bony & pale despite the muscles coiled in her arms, her legs. She’s built to last. At times, she thinks her mind doesn’t match.
Beneath the twilight sky, he makes a comment that sticks to her like velcro: ’You’ve a killer’s hands, Shepard. ‘
One by one, he kisses her fingertips.
She doesn’t know the first thing about him.
| Title: Levitate Artist: Hollywood Undead Album: American Tragedy Played: 0 times |
Levitate — Hollywood undead.
You know I can take you straight to heaven if you let me… You know I, I can make your body levitate if you let me…
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i. O Lady Lazarus, she slumbers just so. Her body is on fire. A multitude of lacerations & burns contaminate her flesh. She is a wounded warrior, resurrected for a just cause. Sound asleep, her injuries take time to heal. Don’t fret, precious; he’s HERE. He visits her in the small, white, clinical room. His shadow stretches long & thin ‘gainst the wall. The Illusive Man comes a-creepin’ in like the Angel of Death, but he has no wings. Those were clipped long ago. He only has the stumps of bone for remembrance.
Machines bring her back to life. The steady hum to monitor her heart rate, the occasional blip on the line to tell her that she’s well alive – or on the road to recovery. She’s no Sleeping Beauty.
He knows this when he kisses her on the forehead.
& it’s o so blessed.
She’ll feel the ice come morning.
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i. When they meet, it’s like worlds colliding. They act like Gods, competing for the patronage of dear Athens { another name it had in those days ! }. Alexia Ashford’s got blue blood in her veins. She wears gold ‘round her neck as a collar, around her wrists as bangles { SHACKLES } & a sapphire { WISDOM, O SOPHIA ! } dress. In black & white, the Illusive Man fits into a neo-noir cult classic. Both are removed from the times, above & above precious humanity. A shaking of hands represents the first deal to be cut. On the first meeting, they kiss each other on the cheek as old aristocrats tend to do. Their hands remain locked in place. Her slender digits juxtaposed to his larger ones where the knuckles dare to swell. It’s customary, meant to be a simple ’ H E L L O ’ or ’ how do you do ? ‘.
He trusts her even less when her fingers drag down his spine.
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i. Beware the ambitious woman for she will drag you down & use you up. She sees the stars & so much more. She possesses the cruelty of the Evil Queen in fairy tales with a smile that turns every HEART to ice. Miranda Lawson is just another pawn in this little game. The Illusive Woman demands that she kneels { make way; ROYALTY is coming ! }. Kneel, she does. The Illusive Woman commands that she stand. Stand, she does. Little Miss Perfect answers to Jack Harper’s beck & call. This woman king takes her slender hands. On the wrists, her boss kisses her. No lips involved, but a chilling smile. She could yank out the veins with her teeth.
But O, the Illusive Woman has taken more than that.