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    https://youtu.be/bqHIbTNYRW8
    Heading to hits blasting The Cult.

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    Quote Originally Posted by DCS View Post
    https://youtu.be/bqHIbTNYRW8
    Heading to hits blasting The Cult.
    This is my favorite, off the same album. Sonic Temple is a masterpiece, and this band has several of those.



    Fun fact: the name of the band is taken from Southern Death Cult, Ian Astbury's gothic punk band.

    Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 8/30/2017 6:43pm at .

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    I forgot how great some of Astbury's pre-Cult work actually was...damn.

    God Bless the Internet because without it, this music would be lost forever.

    The magazines used to call this "positive punk". Yes, that's exactly what I need right now.


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    A modern revisitation of a traditional southern Italian dance, linked to semi magic traditions, as the "saint Vitus dance" was supposed to cure some (probably psychogenic) illnesses.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dancing_mania

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarantism

    EDIT: The lyrics translated by me (they make sense if you read the two wikipedia links):

    Livers sausages
    grated interiors
    and dancing torces
    and swinging foils
    on the back of the flaming church
    wine, stalls
    scorched and red land
    southern land, southern land
    borderland
    the land where land ends
    And the continent doesn’t care nor does the wind
    And the continent doesn’t care nor does the wind
    Mustaf comes from Africa
    And here the african wind blows
    and he asks “hold me down”
    and he asks “hold me down”
    I’ve the Saint Vitus dance and it doesn’t go away
    I’ve the Saint Vitus dance and it doesn’t go away
    That desolation that was in the night
    Has been blown away by the wind
    Has been blown away by the rhum
    Has been blown away from where it was enthreched
    The young and the old bitten
    The young and the old bitten
    By the tarantula, By the tarantula
    By the tarantula dance
    Circle that closes, Circle that opens
    Circle that squeezes, circle that pushes
    Circle that embraces you and then sends you away
    I’ve the Saint Vitus dance and it doesn’t go away
    I’ve the Saint Vitus dance and it doesn’t go away
    I throw myself into the vodoo circle
    And there I see that life is that moment
    Fend off, fend off Satan
    Fend off the devil and youll’be better
    Fend off the evil that I have inside and I can’t stay still
    Fend off the evil that I have inside and I can’t stay still
    To us two we will dance the sword dance
    Until the red slash of dawn
    Nobody waits for me, Nobody waits for me
    Nobody waits for me or suspects me
    The doctor has the eyes upside down
    The preacher doesn’t preach
    The accountant doesn’t keep the tabs
    Saint Paul doesn’t forgive
    I’ve the Saint Vitus dance and it doesn’t go away
    I’ve the Saint Vitus dance and it doesn’t go away
    This is the illness I have on me since thirty years
    I can’t stay still in any place
    Rolls, rolls, the boulder rolls
    Rolls agaisnt, rolls down
    And moss doesn’t grow on the rocks
    And moss doesn’t grow on the rocks
    Fend off, fend off Satan
    Fend off the devil and you’ll be better
    Knuckles are wornt out
    Now the trembling begin
    Of the tarantula, of the tarantula
    oO the tarantula dance



    ___________ Italian: ___________

    Salsicce fegatini
    Viscere alla brace
    E fiaccole danzanti
    Lamelle dondolanti
    Sul dorso della chiesa fiammeggiante
    Vino, bancarelle
    Terra arsa e rossa
    Terra di sud, terra di sud
    Terra di confine
    Terra di dove finisce la terra
    E il continente se ne infischia
    E non il vento
    E il continente se ne infischia e non il vento
    Mustaf viene di Affrica
    E qui soffia il vento d'Affrica
    E ci dice "tenetemi fermo"
    E ci dice "tenetemi fermo"
    Ho il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa
    Ho il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa
    La desolazione che era nella sera
    S' soffiata via col vento
    S' soffiata via col rhum
    S' soffiata via da dove era ammorsata
    Vecchi e giovani pizzicati
    Vecchie e giovani pizzicati
    Dalla taranta, dalla taranta
    Dalla tarantolata
    Cerchio che chiude, cerchio che apre
    Cerchio che stringe, cerchio che spinge
    Cerchio che abbraccia e poi ti scaccia
    Ho il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa
    Ho il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa
    Dentro il cerchio del voodoo mi scaravento
    E l vedo che la vita quel momento
    Scaccia, scaccia satanassa
    Scaccia il diavolo che ti passa
    Scaccia il male che c'ho dentro e non sto fermo
    Scaccia il male che c'ho dentro e non sto fermo
    A noi due balliam la danza delle spade
    Fino alla squarcio rosso d'alba
    Nessuno che m'aspetta, nessuno che m'aspetta
    Nessuno che mi aspetta o mi sospetta
    Il cerusico ci ha gli occhi ribaltati
    Il curato non se ne cura
    Il ragioniere non ragiona
    Santo Paolo non perdona
    Ho il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa
    Ho il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa
    Questo il male che mi porto da trent'anni addosso
    Fermo non so stare in nessun posto
    Rotola rotola rotola il masso
    Rotola addosso, rotola in basso
    E il muschio non si cresce sopra il sasso
    E il muschio non si cresce sopra il sasso
    Scaccia scaccia satanassa
    Scaccia il diavolo che ti passa
    Le nocche si consumano
    Ecco iniziano i tremmori
    Della taranta, della taranta
    Della tarantolata
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    I keep saying that it's getting to much
    But I know I'm a liar
    Feeling all right in the noise and the light
    But that's what lights my fire

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    Trying to tune out from despacito on the work radio so my ears dont bleed

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    After the great success of my previous post, an actual "Pizzica" (basically another name for "tarantella") from Apulia (southern Italy).
    The dancer in this video in my opinion is supergood (and also a beautiful girl).

    I won't translate the lyrics of this because they are in apulian dialect so I don't understand them completely, however here is the beginning of the song:

    _____________ Pizzica di Santu Paulu [Saint Paul's "stung"] _____________________
    Oh, my Saint Paul of the tarantulas,
    Oh, my Saint Paul of the tarantulas,
    you who sting the girls between the hips,
    you who sting the girls between the hips,
    Oh, my Saint Paul of the snakes,
    Oh, my Saint Paul of the snakes,
    you who sting the boys in the testicles,
    you who sting the boys in the testicles,
    [...]


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    I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar
    The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers
    Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned
    And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at home
    This dates back to 1555
    When they captured the first tribe of men
    And piled them in a pen
    Fifty feet high
    They took em all on a 9000 mile ride
    And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before
    But read about this inside the ancient books of war
    Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language
    Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless
    Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins
    And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion
    Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part
    The devils cursed God and reversed God
    And turned God into dog and made people search hard
    No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud
    To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados
    Tobagos, separated us from slave boats
    Made our own brothers hate us
    From Virgin Isle to Jamaica
    Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada
    Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement

    - The RZA
    Last edited by Pship Destroyer; 9/09/2017 12:55am at .

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