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30 years on....

Ian Kevin Curtis (15 July 1956 – 18 May 1980)




This is why events unnerve me,
Define it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask's the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
Word will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
What she heard, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

I break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.



Comments

( 6 feet of pure white snow — raise your hands up to the sky. )
josef_barghest
May. 18th, 2010 08:43 pm (UTC)
A charisma as rare as chicken teeth.

dynamine
May. 18th, 2010 09:13 pm (UTC)
such a brilliant performance...ian's amazingness, and morris the human drum machine.

my tumblr thinger has been all ian, all day.
josef_barghest
May. 18th, 2010 09:19 pm (UTC)
I may take a look. I'm hammering You Tube with Mr Curtis as I write.
dynamine
May. 18th, 2010 09:23 pm (UTC)
i listened to a load of postpunky shit this am, and shall get my JD on tonight whilst packing.



so lovely.
josef_barghest
May. 18th, 2010 09:52 pm (UTC)
The lyrics to this have never seemed so apt.

The drums on this with never cease to be anything other than sublime.
dynamine
May. 18th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
indeed.

i am a no-go on the AIM this eve. i'm trying to keep up my packing momentum, as hard as it is. feh.

morris' drumming will always be tops for me. he's just fucking fast, crisp, and precise--without being soulless. i don't care how played this song may be, it is a goddamn institution.
( 6 feet of pure white snow — raise your hands up to the sky. )