PART ONE:
1)SNOG - Hey Christian God
2)Bauhaus - Stigmata Martyr
3)APOTHEOSIS - O Fortuna (Apocalypse Chorus Mix)
4)Cocteau Twins - Wax and Wane
4)David Bowie - The Width Of A Circle
5)Christian Death- Stairs... Uncertain Journey - Rozz Williams
6)Vault 9 - Devil Went Down To Georgia
7)Love and Rockets - Lucifer Sam
8)Rabbit Junk - Demons
9)Filter - Dose
10)Hanzel und Gretyl - Disko Fire Scheiss Messiah
11)The Mission U.K. - Deliverance
12)Angelspit(?) - 100% (Christ Analogue remix)
13)Sisters Of Mercy - Adrenochrome
14)Dead Boys - I Don't Wanna Be No Catholic Boy
15)Christian Death - This Is Heresy - Valor Kand
16)Joy Division - Heart And Soul
17)Party Animal (OST) - Money, Success, Fame, Glamour
18)A Perfect Circle - Imagine
19)Damned-There Ain't No Santa Clause
PART TWO (of 2):
1)Wall of Voodoo - Shouldn't Have Given Him a Gun for Christmas
2)Christian Death - I Hate You (Valor Kand)
3)Christ Analogue - Natural Born Killaz
4)Velvet Acid Christ - Lets Kill All These Motherfuckers
4)Joy Division - Dead souls
5)Collide - Falling Up
6)Uncertain - Blessed Are The Weird
7)Hansel - Hookworms
8)Devo - Smart Patrol_Mr. Dna
9)Pigface - Suck
10)Christian Death - Burnt Offerings
11)Fraughman - Onslaught
12)Bauhaus - Silent Hedges
13)Leather Strip - Strap Me Down
14)Echo & The Bunnymen - Happy Death Men
15)Zeromancer - Dr. Online
16)Marc Almond & Foetus - Love Amongst The Ruined
17)Peter Murphy & Tom Waits - Christmas Sucks
18)Fear - Fuck Christmas
Come Listen!!!
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The B side:
This time:
The obligatory christmas leftovers!
Uh huh, songs which didn't quite fit
the mood of the sets above but, were
each sufficiently amusing to merit
their own lil (auslander) mix.
Screw a play list. Likely you
know all of these by heart!
And, additional to that, an X-mas
poem of sorts which revises the
traditional Night Before Christmas.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our house
was blasting the "St. Vitus Dance" by Bauhaus;
Torn fishnets were draped on my forearms with care,
And two cans of Aquanet applied to my hair;
My thoughts were of graveyards, and horror and dread,
Black visions of pain and despair in my head;
And Bianca, whose face was as pale as the moon,
Had thrown up her arm for this evening's swoon,
When out by the gravestones there came such a clatter,
I sprang from the coffin to find out the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a ghost,
Expecting to find a dark devilish host.
The moon on the breast of the uncaring snow
Threw ominous shadows on objects below,
When, before my tormented eyes did traverse,
But a gorgeous black Crane & Breed carved-panel hearse,
With a gaunt, shrouded driver, who filled me with fear,
And eight skeletal creatures that might have been deer.
More rapid than vultures his coursers they came,
And his deep Andrew Eldritch voice called them by name;
Now, Murphy! Now, Morgoth! Now, Torment and Woe!
On, Dreadful! On, Lovecraft! Mephisto and Poe!
To the top of the gravestones where fog wisps its breath!
With a weight on my soul I consign you to death!
As dead leaves that before hellish hurricanes fly,
When they flutter like giant bats' wings to the sky,
So up to the crypt-top the coursers they leapt,
While dearest Bianca, like death, still but slept.
And then, to my horror, I heard on the roof
The clicking and scratching of each bone-white hoof.
As I drew in my arm, and was whirling around,
Down the ebony chimney he came without sound.
He was clad all in black, and he looked oh-so-goth,
A billowy ensemble of crushed velvet cloth;
His boots were knee-high, quite buckled and zipped,
And the Spandex and fishnets 'round his legs were ripped.
His eyes glowed with bluish fire, deathly and cold,
A black eye-liner'd face neither youthful nor old.
A broad lipless mouth drawn with torment and hurt,
And his sorrowful face was as white as my shirt.
A smoldering cigarette tight in his grasp,
Its smoke curling eerily 'round his cloak clasp;
His gaunt frame was topped with long ebon hair,
And a sharp scent of brimstone and cloves choked the air.
His arms were outspread in the shape of a cross,
And I quailed when I saw him, feeling sorrow and loss;
He narrowed his eyes with a twist of his head,
And I felt the full weight of his angst and dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Left some Dead Can Dance CD's; before I could ask,
A single tear fell across his aquiline nose,
And then, like an angel, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his hearse, to his team he then hissed,
And away they all drifted like early dawn's mist.
But I heard him intone, ere he vanished from sight,
"Gothic Christmas to all, and to all a good fright!"
Found at:
http://www.deadlounge.com/xmas/gothicnight.html
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