Metal Monday CCXXXXVI - Solitude

2/11/2019

Alas, this is a sorrowful return this week with "Solitude" by Oubliette. This lone track carries a heavy weight, howled from phenominal female vocals, this song echoes of loss and lamentation. Though much of Metal is about fire and fury, there is an equal amount of sadness and the cold grip of reality of the horrors this world can bestow upon us all. Let this week be about rememberance of those who are gone and to reflect on our bittersweet days, of the reluctance we have to be alive though difficult it may be. No audio this week. Silence and solitude will carry us through until next week when we take to "The Passage." Stay strong, my friends.

You slowly decay, a desolate form
The delirium overcomes your flesh
Too weak for the battle against the misery
The hour of your death has come

Young one, close your eyes
The light leads you to elation
Rest forever in an endless solitude

The clocks have stopped as we all gather
Dress you in a pale garment
Tie the bell to your icy finger
To prepare your body for interment

Carry you from where your season began
Never saw the ending of spring
Now to be buried before you saw the winter
You were here, a brief moment on this plane

Now all has ended, the fall of your existence
Lower you to the depths, beneath the roots of the trees

As you are lowered into the ground
All my soul can feel is despair
Grief has left me blind to the cold world you left behind
A destiny unfulfilled
Left a gap in the world
I'll never get to watch you grow
All I feel is sorrow

Now all has ended, the fall of your existence
Lower you to the depths, beneath the roots of the trees

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)