Name: Type O Negative Tribute (ed's cover) - Love You To Death by Mindful Woe in type o negative
Duration: 7 min 2 s
Description: Crap cover, crap mic, just for fun....whatever...its a beautiful song, hope i didn't butcher it...

Very good cover of the music itself.  Awesome synthesizer playing.  

type o negative

Tarik Beshir - Oud

Andromedas Suffering

Type o Negative style

Type O Negative - Angel

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An experimental TV news theme loop for use as an intro and background music throughout.

I wanted to make a generic original loop for a spoof news project in early 2012. As yet the show itself doesn't exist, but watch this space.

Made with Fruity Loops, NI Massive, Edirol Orchestral and several other software tools.



TV News Intro Music

This is the story of Dragonfly Goat. 

Why is Dragonfly Goat?

Because. 


Dragonfly Goat S01E01 - PILOT

Crap cover, crap mic, just for fun....whatever...its a beautiful song, hope i didn't butcher it...

Type O Negative Tribute (ed's cover) - Love You To Death

Type O Negative live in Boston, originally broadcast on Levi's Spark Radio in June 2000.

Type O Negative - Everyone I Love is Dead/Love You to Death/Black No. 1

Special soul

GOING PUBLIC 5.17.13 - "Love Song," by William Carlos Williams

Poets slip under my defenses by different means. Some pack a powerful punch, especially at the end...they can turn a phrase in such a way that I find myself somewhat destroyed before my brain has caught up with the meaning of the words. And some just sum up what I'm experiencing so perfectly, I have no choice but to allow them in.

But there are those, like William Carlos Williams, Lawrence, e.e. cummings Neruda...those who slip in on a visceral level. They create work that seems to soak into your skin, make you feel something on a physical level. 

So this poem. Hmm. I don't even know exactly what Williams is really trying to say - and I don't need to. I just feel something slide over me, around me, slip under my defenses and float along in my bloodstream. That's a whole lot of power for a poet to have. 

"Love Song," by William Carlos Williams (read by Xe Sands)

Awe come on, everyone has to believe a little bit, or where is the magic?

Faeries... written-n-read by Neil William Holland (Soloneili)

This one was sparked after reading about footballers on the back page of the newspaper.

Neil Can't Write Poems..written-n-read by Neil William Holland (Soloneili)

Cuebitze - This Little Light

A burning farewell (burning bodies) W/ Meghedi
More of Meghedi's work can be found here:(http://recklessromances.tumblr.com/tagged/my%20poetry)

A burning farewell (burning bodies)

We can’t afford the sun

and we yearned for something deeper tangled betwe en bed sheets 
but our palms were always split open, spilling malice.
our bodies, always in dire separation
even in scalding proximity. 


You never know who someone is until they use you-
-r Kitchen

je dis beaucoup des mensonges.
i tell a lot of lies. 


How do I know you are safe?

the following: 


You shed your clothing on the stone
How happy the surrounding earth was
I can say this with expertise in the subject
Of female geophysics

we curled ourselves alongside icicles to bury the flames. 

my waist still feels like a graveyard.
even after all the times you tasted my bone marrow,
you still have the nerve to say i’m not bitter.

Inhaling dandruff and aphids 
Dizzy decisions Stringy and
Lost, like decapitated balloons 

our mansion is burning from the inside out 
and we force-feed the desire with 
prolonged gestures and held-breaths.

your lungs are bruised.


You taste like a thousand salts
Like a thousand omens or just one wet
Jellyfish

our combined scar tissue lies in a heap on the floor of our shrine
and the skin is nearly poison when we add our cancelled convictions. 

You wore flower in your hair large enough where
You were leaning just to stand up straight

i tore myself apart until all my limbs
seeped into the dirt and sprung dandelions. 
neither of our backbones found forgiveness.


I'd like to think my father left me to raise myself to be a better man
But I'm bitter, man
Because my mother named me after a bottle of whiskey
And abandoned me by sticking around

we are hiding in the crevices of bedrooms
behind locked doors
underneath all the fight we never knew we had.


I abandoned you by sticking around
Like how sapphire skies segregate cloud from sun

this is how smiles tear:

my teeth are lodged in your ribcage.


like a lapel marked with a darkened skin pin

your tongue is the lump in my throat i’ve been trying to clear.


Congested candles trying to pierce the night

our lips are too busy deciding what to say 


I’m an orphan constantly reminded I’m never too far from homes

to tell us what to do next


I can’t really read into you
The hollow pigment of scribbled magic fading on a soggy playground

and our bodies are empty with each other’s promises.

Type O Negative Tribute (ed's cover) - Love You To Death

Mindful Woe

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