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Fortean-Themed Albums, Songs & Music

I have two more contributions:
a) The Fields of the Nephilim - a band i have been listening to for a long time now. In particular, their albums: The Nephilim and Elizium. I believe the last one bares some Aleister Crowley samples and references Sumerian Mythology.

b) Stalker by Robert Rich and B. Lustmord. I downloaded a copy a long time ago and used it for atmospherics at Hallowe'en. It's really well-crafted, which was a slight surprise as 'Dark Ambient' yells talentless-goths with Casio keyboards to me...

See:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fields_of_the_Nephilim
&
http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=am ... ec97ekkrgt
Respectively.
 
theyithian said:
b) Stalker by Robert Rich and B. Lustmord. I downloaded a copy a long time ago and used it for atmospherics at Hallowe'en. It's really well-crafted, which was a slight surprise as 'Dark Ambient' yells talentless-goths with Casio keyboards to me...
Ulver are an excellent band who went 'dark ambient' having started out as a kind of black metal mixed with folk. They are extremely unusual and fortean and worth a go.
 
Metallica - Creeping Death

Slaves
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed
To his every word, live in fear
Faith
Of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait
Something must be done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Now
Let my people go, land of goshen
Go
I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood
Running red and strong, down the nil
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man

I
Rule the midnight air the destroyer
Born
I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I
Creep the steps and flood final darkness
Blood
Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass


So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
 
Sure, many heavy metal songs deal with subjects that could be considered "fortean". But here is a clip from Modest Mouse (whom I ain't that fond of) that makes direct references to Fort's writing. The clip for the song "Dashboard", has front man Isaac Brock shipwrecked on an island in the Super-Sargasso Sea while chasing down a Fortean fish.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erc40wCxRZo

Enjoy!
 
Mastodon - Megalodon


Myth or legend
Nymph tale washed ashore
Near the kraken sleepeth stirs coral and bone
Infinite city
No sexy sneer
Hideous creation
Human and animal
Banter songs of rudeness to be adhered
Not on rocks that glisten
Harps to listen
Comb hair
Tear right to pieces
Left to recess a watery grave
Sensing the blood of prey
Swimming in fear for life
Rolling over
Falling into jaws
Teeth that chatter
It distracts them all
The Fiji mermaid
She will let it know
Time is coming to feed and knaw
 
IRON MAIDEN - Rime Of The Ancient Mariner


Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the Sea

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name,
hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and
the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'till all is calm

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on and on at sea
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me

"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."

[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1772-1834)]

There, calls the mariner
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.

See... onward she comes
Onwards she nears, out of the sun
See... she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she Life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then ... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She... She, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

[NARRATIVE]
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."

[SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1772-1834)]

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the Sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they're lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.
 
....O.K., I get the picture.....
.....can you guess the song & band these lyrics belong to?

Welcome to our fortress tall
Take some time to show you around
Impossible to break these walls
For you see the steel is much too strong
Computer banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars

Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much

Foreign life forms inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesia's the story
Believed foretold but who'd suspect
The military intelligence
Two words combined that can't make sense

Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much


..me thinks Megadeth16 will be able to identify......
 
Samhain-Halloween II
...O.K., now everyone sing along!


Formulae ueteres exorsismorum et excommunicationum
Strigas et fictos lupinam credere
Metamorphoses lycanthropie
Possunt inquam
Daemon pellem lupinam
Quodam cauae
Arboris occultandum
Halloween (repeat a few times)
Metamorphoses lycanthropie
Possunt inquam
Metamorphoses lycanthropie
Possunt inquam
Halloween (repeat an few times/add some guttural screams & moans)
 
Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca

She's into superstition
black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
that girl's gonna make me fall
She's into new sensation
new kicks and candle light
she's got a new addiction
for every day and night

She'll make you take your clothes off
and go dancing in the rain
she'll make you live the crazy life
or she'll take away your pain
like a bullet to your brain

upside inside out
she's living la Vida loca
she'll push and pull you down
she's living la Vida loca
her lips are devil red
and her skins the color mocha
she will wear you out
she's living la Vida loca
living la vida loca

/song continues.......... :roll:
 
IvanVolle said:
....O.K., I get the picture.....
.....can you guess the song & band these lyrics belong to?

Welcome to our fortress tall
Take some time to show you around
Impossible to break these walls
For you see the steel is much too strong
Computer banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars

Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much

Foreign life forms inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesia's the story
Believed foretold but who'd suspect
The military intelligence
Two words combined that can't make sense

Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much


..me thinks Megadeth16 will be able to identify......

Hangar 18 by megadeth. :D
 
The Holland Handkerchief

A wealthy squire lived in this town
He was a man of high renown
He had a daughter of beauty bright
And the name he called her was his heart's delight

And many's the young man to court her came
But none of them could her favor gain
Till there came one of the low degree
And above them all she did fancy he

But when her father he came to know
Their lovely daughter loved this young man so
Over fifty miles he sent her away
All to deprive her of her wedding day

One night as she lay in her bedroom
Her love appeared from out the gloom
He kissed her lips and to her did say
Arise my darling and come away

With this young man she got on behind
And they rode swifter than any wind
They rode on for an hour or more
Till he cried my darling, my head feels sore

A holland handkerchief she then took out
And with it wrapped his aching head about
She kissed his lips and to him did say
My love you are colder than any clay

When they arrived at her father's gate
He cried get down, love the hour is late
Get down, get down love and go to bed
And I'll see this noble horse is groomed and fed

When she arrived at her father's hall,
Who's there, who's there, her own father called
It is I dear father, you sent for me
My love was the messenger was sent by thee

Oh no my daughter, that ne'er can be
Your words are false and you lie to me
For on yon far mountain your true love died
And in yon green graveyard his body lies

The truth then dawned on this maiden brave
And with her friends she exposed the grave
Where lay her love although nine months dead
With her holland handkerchief around his head

Traditional
 
Now that's an odd coincidence: last year my mother moved house, and I had loads of junk in her attic that I had to clear out. Among the detritus was a large box of c90s, none of them labelled much at all, just roughly when they were taped, but many of them obviously recorded from Radio One when it played proper music and had DJs who had more than one name.. anyway, having rediscovered said box the other week, the very first track on the first one I played was Under Your Thumb, by Godley & Creme. Autumn 1981, apparently, so 27 years ago, which made me suddenly feel very old.

I won't bore you with the other things on the tape, none of which are particularly Fortean, but I guarantee it'd make a lot of other people on here suddenly feel very old as well.
 
stuneville said:
Now that's an odd coincidence: last year my mother moved house, and I had loads of junk in her attic that I had to clear out. Among the detritus was a large box of c90s, none of them labelled much at all, just roughly when they were taped, but many of them obviously recorded from Radio One when it played proper music and had DJs who had more than one name.. anyway, having rediscovered said box the other week, the very first track on the first one I played was Under Your Thumb, by Godley & Creme. Autumn 1981, apparently, so 27 years ago, which made me suddenly feel very old.

I won't bore you with the other things on the tape, none of which are particularly Fortean, but I guarantee it'd make a lot of other people on here suddenly feel very old as well.

Spill the beans man, I'd love to know what was on the radio when I was 5 :p
 
You did ask..

Godley & Creme as mentioned.
Toyah - Thunder in the Mountains
Dave Stewart & Barbara Gaskin - It's My Party
Bad Manners - Walking in the Sunshine
Madness - Shut Up
Soft Cell - Tainted Love
Adam & The Ants - Prince Charming
Ultravox - The Thin Wall

I know, I know. To be fair, I was 14 & 5/6ths at the time. And I actually have four of the above on MP3, so my tastes haven't changed a lot. No, you'll have to guess.

BTW the other side is a virtually inaudible rip of The Fine Art of Surfacing, by the Boomtown Rats.

God almighty, pass the Sanatogen....
 
Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft

In your mind you have capacities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary ultra emissaries

We've been observing your earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you

We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary quite extraordinary craft

And please come in pace we beseech you
(Only of love we will teach you)
Our earth may never survive (So don't come we beg you)

Please interstellar policemen
Won't you give us a sign give us a sign that we've reached you

With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate, together that's the way
To send a message we declare World Contact Day

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants
Calling occupants

Calling occupants of interplanetary, anti-adversary craft

We are your friends


The Carpenters
 
I heard that one on the radio a couple of weeks ago. They missed out the DJ bit at the start, though.
 
I've Seen the Saucers

Tune in, wouldn't it be something
Rumours spreading into panic
I've seen movements in the clearing
Someone sent you something satanic

I have to leave you, radar's calling
Outside somebody landed
Crazy wavelengths leave you helpless
Oh don't forget me I'm so stranded

I wouldn't fool you but I've seen the saucers
So many times I'm almost in tune
Watching them flying in formation
Thinking how I could be so immune

I've seen them I've been there with them
I can tell you all you want to know
Something touched me and I was only sleeping
Wouldn't you, wouldn't you like to go

Stars climbing into their planets
Systems won, controlled from birth
Empty living on this highway
Can you see me mother earth

It's so endless whirling onwards
Wonder what's cooking at home tonight
Maybe if I promise not to say a word
They can get me back before the morning light

Bernie Taupin/Elton John
 
Gosh, that's a blast from the past! :D
I had the album with that on, was it Caribou? With a very camp photo indeed of Little Reg on the front!

I still often sing this bit to myself -

I've seen them I've been there with them
I can tell you all you want to know
Something touched me and I was only sleeping
Wouldn't you, wouldn't you like to go


Can't manage the harmonies though.
 
Perhaps it's just whimsy, but i'm going to suggest a band I found yesterday and know little about:

July Skies.

Their blurb:
Lost youth, fractured memories of the 1970's, pylons across fields, abandoned airfields, endless childhood summers, dappled sunlight through leaves, forgotten England, the romance of the heavens well after closing time, countryside, mornings in May, ruins, faded innocence, post-war Britain, skies of all seasons, trudging coastlines, Super8, Festival of Britain 1951, memories made with a Polaroid Landcam, Henry Moore, overgrown follies, East Anglia, time spent amongst long summer grasses, kissing under motorway bridges, grey English rain filled skies, concrete precincts and tower blocks, suburbia, better days ahead, the sound of children playing faraway, old Ordnance Survey maps, lost airmen, Orford Ness, rustic charm, John Nash, playgrounds of the city, Avebury, icy mornings and clear blue skies, poppy day, a half remembered smile, 1960's artwork by Harry Wingfield, John Berry, Martin Aitchinson, C F Tunnicliffe, Ronald Lampitt, BST, municipal parks at dusk, love, infatuation and loss. Probably nothing more...

http://www.julyskies.com/WC_about.html

It's British-post-war-prefabricated-overgrown-Forteana, Conceptually speaking, and Post-rock, musically speaking.

Melancholy, haunting, intriguing, warm...
 
gncxx said:
I've been listening to Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti, which is kind of like finding a cassette in the street, taking it home and putting it on to hear that it sounds a bit like recognisable tunes, but the tape is so warped that it's difficult to make out what. Except that's what it's supposed to sound like. Silly voices, melodies ruined, and oddly disturbing in its way.
I saw him playing not so long ago - wasn't totally keen on it.
 
James_H2 said:
gncxx said:
I've been listening to Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti, which is kind of like finding a cassette in the street, taking it home and putting it on to hear that it sounds a bit like recognisable tunes, but the tape is so warped that it's difficult to make out what. Except that's what it's supposed to sound like. Silly voices, melodies ruined, and oddly disturbing in its way.
I saw him playing not so long ago - wasn't totally keen on it.

I can imagine it would lose "something" live. Nice to hear he's still going, anyway.
 
My friend bought a couple of records, next time I'm in Brighton I might give them a listen.
 
The simple answer is that you can't.

I don't think there's anything especially Fortean about that particular song so I'm moving the thread to 'Chat'.
 
A sec-cod glass tick-ed to Doddinghab, please.
 
pwned!

Man, Whistling Jack just knocks em on the head doesn't he. What a pro of a mod.
 
WhistlingJack said:
The simple answer is that you can't.

I don't think there's anything especially Fortean about that particular song so I'm moving the thread to 'Chat'.
Robert Anton Wilson would probably disagree with you if he was alive, considering the album artwork.

"23"
 
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