Throw down the chains of oppression that bind you With the air of freedom the flame grows bright We are the strong, the youth united We are one, we are children of the light
One of the first hits, and the one included on all of the metal compilations of the time, this demonstrated an early ability to mix tempos and volumes to create different feelings in a song. They would later master this in the best album of the decade, Operation:Mindcrime. Of course, the best part of the song is when they sing the one word at the beginning of the line in anticipation of the line. This kind of creative approach to their lyrics and this willingness to experiment made them a force later in the decade.
“Dark the descent: the birds are golden-coloured; up to the heaven they fly robed in the waters.Again descend they from the seat of Order, and all the earth is moistened with their fatness.”“Twelve are the fellies, and the wheel is single; three are the naves. What man hath understood it?Therein are set together spokes three hundred and sixty, which in nowise can be loosened."
“We cant do this…” Shh. I didn’t want to hear it, I wouldn’t. Finally the angel that lurked outside of my windows and haunted my dreams lay bare beneath me, her soft skin glistened with sweat. The heat of our bodies, the way she gasped with each slight movement…She turned her head away from me as I glanced down to her. “Ai…look at me.” I gently grasped her chin with my fingers turning her to face me. Burning amber eyes locked onto shining orbs of acidic green hues they were beginning to fill with a sense of regret yet they were lit with desire.
“Please.” For once in my lifetime I was actually begging for a woman, not just any woman though never in my life had I wanted someone like I did Ai. Movement was slow paced, it was agonizing surely for her as well. Slowly I began to kiss down the side of her face to her neck layering kisses now over her collarbone to her chest. “Charlie…"another soft gasp that fluttered into soft moans which rushed over me like a swarm of butterflies. The room smelt of cigarette smoke and heavy liquor as if it was enough to intoxicate you the moment you stepped in. I could feel the bristles on my chin scraping against her skin softly as I nuzzled against her stomach and took in her scent. Ai always had that faint scent of vanilla, but clouded with smoke like incense. I had finally reached that point, I couldn’t wait anymore, with out warning I moved to thrust into her heated core. Hearing her cry out sent shivers down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight now. What I felt, indescribable, pure bliss.
”Do you know how long Ive waited for this? For you?“ My face lowered to her own and I captured her lips and delved into a deep unforgiving kiss, my hands running over every inch of her body. How many men….how many hands had lingered? How many lips had tainted her perfect body? I would erase each and every one of them. Every touch, every memory, what ever feelings she had ever felt for another man. Despite how selfish I knew it was I would claim her, force her to love me. Crave me like I did her, drive her mad with lust till it was she who was begging for me to let her stay. ”Ai…I love you.“ After I had broke the kiss those words muttered from my lips, soft and low. Her eyes locked onto mine again, shutting softly for a few moments as I gave slow and steady thrusts. Finally, she would say it. Those few words I had wanted to hear for years. ”Charlie…“ My eyes blazed with anticipation and longing. My mind and body betrayed me though, everything was just another hollowed and meaningless illusion.
To my dismay that was when I woke up. Again, it was only a dream.
Been some crazy exciting days for BattleTech (and plenty more to come), but lets get some Sixth World action spinning here. Shadowrun Hard Targets is just about off to the printer, so sharing some more art for this book.
I love the atmosphere on this piece from artist D. Hovey (I immediately had Operation: Mindcrime starting to spin through my head).
I love color as much as the next person, but there are times that the best of the Sixth World is captured in B&W…and Eric Williams is one of the best at that, IMO.
And i had to include this one, ‘cause Laubenstein!!!!