The Industrial Music Woman.
The Industrial Music Woman.
(Linoleum Cut).
Oft on engulf'd missions of o'erwhelming sounds vessels night,
towering maidens seeking twirling bass ,shouts in thy ears,
mightiest angels wheresoe'er thee beats lead to outbursts of emotions blasts,
restrains thyselfs not,vaulted visions so weird let enticing be,
longing thy expected songs bring'th on,amazing no constraining on thy threshold e'er weav'd,
underground records trembling, blood lusts perch'd on stage,
drugg'd environment ,translated new voices of derangement's floating on profuse lucidity,
poetic performances ,farewell to past existence on elliptical language by,
lightheaded thy state ,thy epoch still searching for translations sing,
unperceiv'd hysterical reactions ,omissions repressions thy crowd begins hallucinations I.
Absolute barricades glistening brows, thy coming crowd streams,
idiosyncratic drums reversing thy order that was lost,
foundation thy platform tackling all,desperate rush,just for a touch,
fiery eyes seem O'so close, as thee overmatching crowd thirsting for thou conquering stage,
'tis just another fleeting night,madness drips from monstrous nooks,
she smiles takes in all inne,
she is thy celebrat'd one,her presence of quaffing crown,
unrestrain'd,unbound,confines not to thy rules of thy land,
she is thy one,thy one with thy name,a name that sings forth,
Industrie Musik Frau!
Steve.D.Hammond.
The Industrial Music Woman.
The Industrial Music Woman.
(Linoleum Cut).
Oft on engulf'd missions of o'erwhelming sounds vessels night,
towering maidens seeking twirling bass ,shouts in thy ears,
mightiest angels wheresoe'er thee beats lead to outbursts of emotions blasts,
restrains thyselfs not,vaulted visions so weird let enticing be,
longing thy expected songs bring'th on,amazing no constraining on thy threshold e'er weav'd,
underground records trembling, blood lusts perch'd on stage,
drugg'd environment ,translated new voices of derangement's floating on profuse lucidity,
poetic performances ,farewell to past existence on elliptical language by,
lightheaded thy state ,thy epoch still searching for translations sing,
unperceiv'd hysterical reactions ,omissions repressions thy crowd begins hallucinations I.
Absolute barricades glistening brows, thy coming crowd streams,
idiosyncratic drums reversing thy order that was lost,
foundation thy platform tackling all,desperate rush,just for a touch,
fiery eyes seem O'so close, as thee overmatching crowd thirsting for thou conquering stage,
'tis just another fleeting night,madness drips from monstrous nooks,
she smiles takes in all inne,
she is thy celebrat'd one,her presence of quaffing crown,
unrestrain'd,unbound,confines not to thy rules of thy land,
she is thy one,thy one with thy name,a name that sings forth,
Industrie Musik Frau!
Steve.D.Hammond.