Fire and Brimstone

IdleRich

IdleRich
Great thread idea @Benny B by the way, amazing how so much religious music still has such power that a group comprised in the main of godless infidels - in fact, by my reckoning, a more than averagely jaded and cynical bunch of such heathens - can't deny it. In fact not a single manjack amongst us has even hinted at questioning that power, it's just so self-evident.

Having said that, this track isn't especially powerful, it does have a perfectly apt title but compared to some of the raw as fuck blues above and the fervent - bordering on insane - belief that that comes crashing and pouring out of them it doesn't really have any of that mighty, righteous fury, it definitely doesn't have me, even for one second, reconsidering my life filled with blasphemy, debauchery and very occasional -:just about enough to condemn me to eternal hellfire after being thrown into the great pit where there will be a wailing and a gnashing of teeth - fornication. Not for one second does it make me want to forswear shellfish. But as a cheesy listening funk tune with moog sounds and the right title I think it's a decent little tune.

 

IdleRich

IdleRich
There's a great gospel one I have somewhere and the lyrics list a load of terrible stuff that won't exist to torment us in heaven - you know; murder, lying, women's lib... that kinda stuff.
 

Benny Bunter

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This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thy saule.

When thou from hence away art past,
To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last;

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
Sit thee down and put them on;

If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane
The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane;

From Whinny-muir when thou may'st pass,
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last;

From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass,
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last;

If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
The fire sall never make thee shrink;

If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane,
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thy saule.
 
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