Cari ascoltatori ispirata da AnarchicoEmpirico che ha postato Venus In Furs di Lou Reed apro questa piccola rubrica a tema BDSM / fetish / feticismi vari...
Incomincio con i Nine Inch Nails che hanno fatto sul BDSM una canzone si' e l'altra anche.
Sempre di quel gran bonazzo famoso musicista Trent Reznor, leader prima dei Nine Inch Nails (musica rock/metal industrial) e dopo degli How To Destroy Angels (musica ambient), nonche' switch a quanto mi pare di capire, vi metto "Mr Self Destruct" e "Discipline":
I am the voice inside your head (and I control you) I am the lover in your bed (and I control you) I am the sex that you provide (and I control you) I am the hate you try to hide (and I control you)
Rit: I take you where you want to go I give you all you need to know I drag you down, I use you up Mr. Self-Destruct!
I speak religion's message clear (and I control you) I am denial guilt and fear (and I control you) I am the prayers of the naive (and I control you) I am the lie that you believe (and I control you)
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You let me do this to you (I am an exit)
I am the needle in your vein I am the high you can't sustain I am the pusher, I'm a whore I am the need you have for more
I am the bullet in the gun (and I control you) I am the truth from which you run (and I control you) I am the silencing machine (and I control you) I am the end of all your dreams (and I control you)
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Discipline (by Nine Inch Nails)
Am I Am I still tough enough? Feels like I'm wearing down (down down down down) Is my viciousness losing ground (ground ground ground ground) Am I taking too much? Did I cross the line? (line line) I need my role in this Very clearly defined
Rit: I need your discipline I need your help I need your discipline You know once I start I cannot help myself
Now it's starting up Feels like I'm losing touch Nothing matters to me Nothing matters as much I see you left a mark Up and down the skin (skin skin) I don't know where I end Or where you begin
Uoh uoh uoh... attenzione... classicone... anni 80!
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Sweet Dreams (by Eurythmics)
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused
Hold your head up Keep your head up, moving on Hold your head up, moving on Keep your head up, moving on Hold your head up, moving on Keep your head up, moving on Hold your head up, moving on Keep your head up
E vi metto pure la versione di quel (hem) bell'uomo (?) di Marilyn Manson, per gli amici Mariolino:
Nota di cultura generale : I "Joy Division" scelsero questo nome ispirandosi ad un romanzo erotico di Karol Cetinsky (definito "lurido romanzetto sadomasochista" ) chiamato "The House Of Dolls" (citato nella canzone "No love lost"), ambientato nei campi di concentramento nazisti. Nel romanzo, le "divisioni della gioia" (Joy Divisions) erano una linea di capanne in cui le giovani donne deportate erano oggetto di sfogo sessuale per gli ufficiali nazisti in congedo.
E per voi... "She's lost control" dei beneamati Joy Division
Cover fatta dagli Agent Provocateur (nel video compare la beneamata Dita Von Teese):
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Originale dei Joy Division:
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She's lost control (by Joy Division)
Confusion in her eyes that says it all. She's lost control. And she's clinging to the nearest passer by, She's lost control. And she gave away the secrets of her past, And said I've lost control again, And of a voice that told her when and where to act, She said I've lost control again.
And she turned around and took me by the hand And said I've lost control again. And how I'll never know just why or understand She said I've lost control again. And she screamed out kicking on her side And said I've lost control again. And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die. She said I've lost control. She's lost control again. She's lost control. She's lost control again. She's lost control.
Well I had to phone her friend to state my case, And say she's lost control again. And she showed up all the errors and mistakes, And said I've lost control again. But she expressed herself in many different ways, Until she lost control again. And walked upon the edge of no escape, And laughed I've lost control. She's lost control again. She's lost control. She's lost control again. She's lost control.
I could live a little better with the myths and the lies, When the darkness broke in, I just broke down and cried. I could live a little in a wider line, When the change is gone, when the urge is gone, To lose control. When here we come.
Quando vedo questo video mi viene voglia di comprare un aerotrim
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Sin (by Nine Inch Nails)
You give me the reason You give me control I gave you my purity My purity you stole Did you think I wouldn't recognize this compromise Am I just too stupid to realize Stale incense, old sweat and lies lies lies
Rit: It comes down to this Your kiss Your fist And your strain It get's under my skin Within Take in the extent of my sin
You give me the anger You give me the nerve Carry out the sentence I get what I deserve I'm just an effigy to be defaced To be disgraced Your need for me has been replaced And if I can't have everything well then just give me a taste
It took so long to remember just what happened I was so young and vestal then, you know it hurt me, but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise I've got my hands bound, my head down, my eyes closed, and my throat wide open do unto others what has been done to you I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while my lamb and martyre, you look so precious won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long Released in this sodomy For one sweet moment I am whole Do unto others what has been done to me You're breathing so I guess you're still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise Won't you come just a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you I need you to feel this I need this to make me whole there's release in this sodomy For I am your witness that blood and flesh can be trusted and only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind got your hands bound, your head down, your eyes closed you look so precious now I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this shit blood and cum on my hands I've come round full circle my lamb and martyre, this will be over soon You look so precious
Recoil - Fondati da Alan Wilder, ex membro dei Depeche Mode
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Breath Control (by Recoil)
Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It's been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn't quite prepared for. He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch." I like how the skins look on your white hands. I'd like you to deliver one of my demands." He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle." I sat astride his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It's just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn't coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand. "It's just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. It's just breath control. Control, control, it's just breath control, control, control. When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind." And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face... "It's just control."
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Want (by Recoil)
I want to know how it'll end I want to be sure of what it'll cost I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me I want you to call me on your drug phone I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win I want the name of the ruiner I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn I want you to know that being kind is overrated I want to write my secret across your sky I want to watch you lose control I want to watch you lose I want to know exactly what it's going to take I want to see you insert yourself into glory I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been I want you to watch when I go down in flames I want a list of atrocities done in your name I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open I want to taste my own kind I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side I want you to come on strong I want to leave you out in the cold I want the exact same thing... but different I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs I want to throw you I want you to know I know I want to know if you read me I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted I want a controlling interest I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die I want to be your secret hater I want to stop destroying you but I can't And I want and I want and I want And I will always be hungry And I want and I want and I want...