A friend pointed out on Facebook that Depeche Mode's "Fly On The Windscreen" is a memento mori. Another friend pointed out that The Veronicas' "4 Eva" is too, sorta. Both in fact suggest that the shadow of impending death is a good excuse to have sex immediately. I suspect that, to the extent that there are non-death-metal memento mori songs, the importance of filling in the remaining time with sex would be an recurrent theme. Only, I can't think of any other memento mori songs off the top of my head. Help me.
― Tim F, Tuesday, 3 May 2011 10:38 (fourteen years ago)
Warmmm!!!!!
― Mark G, Tuesday, 3 May 2011 10:38 (fourteen years ago)
(dweep)
― Mark G, Tuesday, 3 May 2011 10:39 (fourteen years ago)
Leatherette..
(dwoop)
Of course!
― Tim F, Tuesday, 3 May 2011 10:48 (fourteen years ago)
and we're all gonna dieby the end of the nightwe've got nothing to save our precarious livesit's a question of timethey've got blood in their eyesand they're all drunk as lordsand we're all gonna dieyeah we're all gonna die
― five gone cats from Boston (underrated aerosmith bootlegs I have owned), Tuesday, 3 May 2011 10:50 (fourteen years ago)
Scout Niblett - Your Beat Kicks Back Like Death?
("We're all gonna die, we're all gonna die/We don't know when/And we don't know how/But we're all gonna die")
― emil.y, Tuesday, 3 May 2011 11:00 (fourteen years ago)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzOIw-NsG9M
― bell hops (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 3 May 2011 11:01 (fourteen years ago)
TV on the Radio - staring at the sun
is both about dying by drowning and having an orgasm.
― Moka, Tuesday, 3 May 2011 18:20 (fourteen years ago)
prince - 1999
― Let me help you with your URL problems (blueski), Tuesday, 3 May 2011 18:23 (fourteen years ago)
i find memento mori signifiers and art and their use in particular places to be strangely comforting, in a non-morbid way. something like Capela dos Ossos (never been tbh) sounds almost reassuring?
The Capela dos Ossos (English: Chapel of Bones) is one of the best known monuments in Évora, Portugal. It is a small interior chapel located next to the entrance of the Church of St. Francis. The Chapel gets its name because the interior walls are covered and decorated with human skulls and bones.
The Capela dos Ossos was built in the 16th century by a Franciscan monk who, in the Counter-Reformation spirit of that era, wanted to prod his fellow brothers into contemplation and transmit the message of life being transitory. This is clearly shown in the famous warning at the entrance Nós ossos que aqui estamos pelos vossos esperamos (“We bones, lying here bare, are awaiting yours).
― omar little, Tuesday, 3 May 2011 18:26 (fourteen years ago)
maybe that chapel is comforting because dry, anonymous bones are a somewhat sanitized vision of death, allowing us to gloss over the messy process of decay that we all have to go through before we're reduced to neat-looking jolly rogers. I'd be awed but not really terrified walking into that chapel, but I think I'd be seriously unsettled if I visited (for instance) the Palermo catacombs, where mummified bodies are fastened to the wall in standing positions, dressed in the clothes they wore in life and labeled with their names and death dates. the presence of rotting soft tissue and identifying features is what separates seriously unsettling images of death from ones that are merely solemn.
what this has to do with songs, I don't know.
― every time you touch me (I get hives) (unregistered), Wednesday, 4 May 2011 01:49 (fourteen years ago)
the lyrics to Stina Nordenstam's "Common Miracle" really stick with me though. I think it's the lack of sentimentality and the flatly descriptive ("200 pounds or so", "skin and bones are altered") imagery. because I haven't (yet) had to mourn the death of a loved one, that kind of thing haunts me a lot more than weepy "Tears in Heaven"-type stuff.
there will be a sudden silencewhere before there was a voicethere'll be just enough of absence200 pounds or sobut her skin and bones are alteredall is different nowit is such a common miracle, ithappens all the timeit was not at all magneticand you had no special skillsexcept for fingertips and eyelidspressed with life and livingbut her skin and bones are alteredall is different nowit is such a common miracle, ithappens all the timeit reflected light like all thingsand it was a lot like lovebut its absence seems so small, itbarely flickers on my skinbut her skin and bones are alteredall is different nowit is such a common miracle, ithappens all the time
but her skin and bones are alteredall is different nowit is such a common miracle, ithappens all the time
it was not at all magneticand you had no special skillsexcept for fingertips and eyelidspressed with life and living
it reflected light like all thingsand it was a lot like lovebut its absence seems so small, itbarely flickers on my skin
― every time you touch me (I get hives) (unregistered), Wednesday, 4 May 2011 01:57 (fourteen years ago)
("had occasion to mourn", I should say)
― every time you touch me (I get hives) (unregistered), Wednesday, 4 May 2011 02:03 (fourteen years ago)
Schubert "Der Tod und das Mädchen"
― ur reading from a season in hell but u don't know what it's abt (missingNO), Wednesday, 4 May 2011 02:37 (fourteen years ago)
Patti Smith: "Memento Mori"
― Kevin John Bozelka, Wednesday, 4 May 2011 04:26 (fourteen years ago)