THE SHAME OF THE HOLY
DECONVERSION SUITE: MOVEMENT II
The second out of three movements. Also a duet. My plan is to release the recording, and then re-release a second version in a music video, with guest musicians at a later date. I'm honestly picturing the members of Finntroll playing the part of the "sins," and Vreth playing the part of "Truth."
The video would play out like this:
Again, in an ambiguous yet Victorian inspired setting, a young woman sits in church, praying. She is modest and sad. Those around her seem to judge and ridicule her with their looks of disapproval. As the service ends and the congregation moves outside, everyone seems to part off into groups to chat, with the exception of the young woman. She stands alone, enduring the sneers and angry glances of the rest.
Suddenly, a gypsy-like covered wagon pulled by decorated horses and a seedy looking driver passes the church on its way down the road. The church goers shriek and cover their eyes, as one by one, the inhabitants of the wagon jump out, each one more devilish looking than the last. The woman stares, as if mezmerized by their presence, which garners yet more disapproval from the pious members of her church. At last, the one who seems to be the ringleader of this scraggly bunch of characters jumps to the ground, a bit more composed than the rest. Smoke billows out from the wagon in his wake. The woman stares, breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on her brow. The leader seems to be giving his gang directions, and they follow accordingly, setting up various implements to build a fire, play instruments and drink.
We cut to the woman, tossing and turning in her bed that night, feverishly dreaming of the odd looking group of men she saw earlier that day. In her dreams, they are dancing wildly around a fire, and playing music while their leader sings.
The woman wakes with a start, leaping out of bed and out the window of her first floor bedroom. She runs through the woods, her long hair streaming behind her. At last, she arrives at the camp the men have built to find they are doing exactly what she dreamt; drink is flowing and the music is just as she heard it. The leader, singing to her, approaches and takes her hand. The group seems less intimidating now, and more like a bunch of free-spirited gypsies having a party.
The woman follows the head of the group to the covered wagon, which is set up like a stage with curtains now. He pulls back the curtains, revealing images of her fellow church goers in compomising positions- each one representing one of the "deadly sins." Staring in amazement at the spectacle before her, she turns to see each one of the men, in turn, waving comically to her and smiling, revealing their names to be: "Greed," "Envy," "Wrath," "Pride," "Gluttony," "Lust," and "Sloth," through tattooes shown on various body parts. As she stands, from behind her, we see the leader's hands come upon her shoulders, caressing her. Closing her eyes, she falls under his spell, letting his seduction continue. He kisses her neck, and as she turns in his arms to face him, a tattoo across his chest, reading, "Truth" is revealed. Lost in his charms, she slides down the length of his body, past his waist, and out of the frame. Truth looks at us, smiling devilishly, and covers our view with a hand.
We cut to the party dancing and drinking, cut with scenes of Truth and the woman embracing and kissing. It seems that Truth is another of the church's outcasts, finding comradery in the company of "sin."
I sit here on Sunday
Hands folded, eyes down
I barely have the stomach anymore
But then I glimpsed you in the crowd
A single light forbidden
But more tempting
Than the desert's devils
There's so much I want to ask
But they tell me I'll burn forever
"I'm told not to buy
What you have for sale
But there's nothing I want more
Than to lose myself in you
I must hide to resist
But you're always there
Taunting me, tempting me
And I beg you to;
Take me with you
Show me the way
Put your hands on me
Speak truth of my faith
Breathe all your knowledge
And make my eyes see
The shame of the holy
And the beauty in me
They tell me you're cunning
A master of lies
Your lust is insatiable
You're the fallen, the enemy
"Tis true I'm a master
But lies aren't in my repetoire
Don't let them decieve you
Or reduce you to a whore
I'll fill you with knowledge
The desire to know more
Step into my den
Light the fire in your head
See what you truly are
Welcome back from the dead
I'll take you with me
And show you the way
Put my hands upon you
Speak truth of your faith
I'll breathe all my knowledge
And make you see
The shame of the holy
And the beauty in me"
"Frighten me, delight me"
("Step into my lair")
"Thrill me, fill me"
("Of pious nightmares")
"Hold me down, tear my gown"
("But once you see")
Feel me, heal me
("You shall be free")
I've taken you far
And shown you the way
I laid my hands on you
Spoke truth of your faith
You have all this knowledge
Now go and see
The shame of the holy
And the beauty in thee
The second out of three movements. Also a duet. My plan is to release the recording, and then re-release a second version in a music video, with guest musicians at a later date. I'm honestly picturing the members of Finntroll playing the part of the "sins," and Vreth playing the part of "Truth."
The video would play out like this:
Again, in an ambiguous yet Victorian inspired setting, a young woman sits in church, praying. She is modest and sad. Those around her seem to judge and ridicule her with their looks of disapproval. As the service ends and the congregation moves outside, everyone seems to part off into groups to chat, with the exception of the young woman. She stands alone, enduring the sneers and angry glances of the rest.
Suddenly, a gypsy-like covered wagon pulled by decorated horses and a seedy looking driver passes the church on its way down the road. The church goers shriek and cover their eyes, as one by one, the inhabitants of the wagon jump out, each one more devilish looking than the last. The woman stares, as if mezmerized by their presence, which garners yet more disapproval from the pious members of her church. At last, the one who seems to be the ringleader of this scraggly bunch of characters jumps to the ground, a bit more composed than the rest. Smoke billows out from the wagon in his wake. The woman stares, breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on her brow. The leader seems to be giving his gang directions, and they follow accordingly, setting up various implements to build a fire, play instruments and drink.
We cut to the woman, tossing and turning in her bed that night, feverishly dreaming of the odd looking group of men she saw earlier that day. In her dreams, they are dancing wildly around a fire, and playing music while their leader sings.
The woman wakes with a start, leaping out of bed and out the window of her first floor bedroom. She runs through the woods, her long hair streaming behind her. At last, she arrives at the camp the men have built to find they are doing exactly what she dreamt; drink is flowing and the music is just as she heard it. The leader, singing to her, approaches and takes her hand. The group seems less intimidating now, and more like a bunch of free-spirited gypsies having a party.
The woman follows the head of the group to the covered wagon, which is set up like a stage with curtains now. He pulls back the curtains, revealing images of her fellow church goers in compomising positions- each one representing one of the "deadly sins." Staring in amazement at the spectacle before her, she turns to see each one of the men, in turn, waving comically to her and smiling, revealing their names to be: "Greed," "Envy," "Wrath," "Pride," "Gluttony," "Lust," and "Sloth," through tattooes shown on various body parts. As she stands, from behind her, we see the leader's hands come upon her shoulders, caressing her. Closing her eyes, she falls under his spell, letting his seduction continue. He kisses her neck, and as she turns in his arms to face him, a tattoo across his chest, reading, "Truth" is revealed. Lost in his charms, she slides down the length of his body, past his waist, and out of the frame. Truth looks at us, smiling devilishly, and covers our view with a hand.
We cut to the party dancing and drinking, cut with scenes of Truth and the woman embracing and kissing. It seems that Truth is another of the church's outcasts, finding comradery in the company of "sin."
I sit here on Sunday
Hands folded, eyes down
I barely have the stomach anymore
But then I glimpsed you in the crowd
A single light forbidden
But more tempting
Than the desert's devils
There's so much I want to ask
But they tell me I'll burn forever
"I'm told not to buy
What you have for sale
But there's nothing I want more
Than to lose myself in you
I must hide to resist
But you're always there
Taunting me, tempting me
And I beg you to;
Take me with you
Show me the way
Put your hands on me
Speak truth of my faith
Breathe all your knowledge
And make my eyes see
The shame of the holy
And the beauty in me
They tell me you're cunning
A master of lies
Your lust is insatiable
You're the fallen, the enemy
"Tis true I'm a master
But lies aren't in my repetoire
Don't let them decieve you
Or reduce you to a whore
I'll fill you with knowledge
The desire to know more
Step into my den
Light the fire in your head
See what you truly are
Welcome back from the dead
I'll take you with me
And show you the way
Put my hands upon you
Speak truth of your faith
I'll breathe all my knowledge
And make you see
The shame of the holy
And the beauty in me"
"Frighten me, delight me"
("Step into my lair")
"Thrill me, fill me"
("Of pious nightmares")
"Hold me down, tear my gown"
("But once you see")
Feel me, heal me
("You shall be free")
I've taken you far
And shown you the way
I laid my hands on you
Spoke truth of your faith
You have all this knowledge
Now go and see
The shame of the holy
And the beauty in thee