#TheSaints

[punkrockhistory]

46 years ago

Eternally Yours is the second album by Australian punk rock band The Saints, released in May 1978

[vainaspaver]

Assassin Nuns by Busha_b

[monteiros1890world]

One of the Saints

[shirtlessrunner]

after my #saturdaymorning #longrun, #dancing and #carbingup with #thesaints on #saturdaynight at the #blastfromthepast #dance on the #upperwestside #nyc #onrunning #onambassador #onroc (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co2hyIbLHSf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[arcadebroke]

[atypeekmusic]

The Saints - Paralytic Tonight, Dublin Tomorrow [FULL ALBUM] ☆☆☆☆☆

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #elizabethshue #actress #TheKarateKid #AdventuresinBabysitting #Cocktail #BacktotheFuture #part2 #Part3 #Soapdish #LeavingLasVegas #TheSaint #HollowMan #Piranha3D #BattleoftheSexes #DeathWish #HouseattheEndoftheStreet #Greyhound #CSI #CobraKai #TheBoys #GenV

[shpwy]

[punkrockhistory]

Two years ago today

In memory Chris Bailey, Australian singer, songwriter, musician and co-founder of punk rock band the Saints.

Chris Bailey died in Haarlem on 9 April 2022, aged 65

Photo by Gus Stewart

[austerulous]

◈   @thesaint  //  cont.

Few could say that they had seen divinity other than that which was said to reside in grains of sand, in wildflowers.  The deity of Anri’s youth was depicted in shards of stained glass, painted onto frescoes that adorned vaulted ceilings.  Beautiful, unattainable, distant.  Reachable only through stern and decidedly human conduits, who were all too often hard-hearted.  

The kinless altar girl was now a woman, but she remained just as lost.  Stumbling through snow-carpeted streets, her pilgrimage had brought her to the Holy Father’s hallowed door, her pale hands clenched into tremulous fists.  Unwilling to leave, too fearful to knock.  Did he sense the appetite in her?  Did he know she harboured a hunger to match his own?

Frost climbed the windows, coating it like a second skin, but cold took no root.  Heat rolled out of Aldrich in waves, laced into those warm notes of incense and spice.  Seeming to smell her desperation, her uncertainty, his lordly head turned.  Candlelight bathed him in honeyed tones, the studs that decorated his features glinting, smouldering in eyes the colour of low-burning embers.  God saw her, and Anri fretted, fingers curling shyly in her skirt.

Comfort came in the elegant, proffered hand.  Broad in the palm, warm and soft.  Resplendent, Aldrich glittered and gleamed, bedecked in finery fit for the saint.  Anri surrendered, allowing one of her hands to settle in his.  A pale dove to be engulfed, buried in his gentle grip.  As he hinted at a grand pantheon of divines, she could think only of where their bodies touched, eager to believe that  he could adore even the unlovely creations of other gods.

A colossal hand cradled her cheek with unspeakable tenderness, as though she were something precious, something of immeasurable worth.  Tension bled from her as blood from a sacrificial lamb, but grief remained.  Sea-blue eyes brimmed with tears, recalling the child wracked with loneliness, grieving the family she was never able to call her own.  To an unwanted girl, no gift seemed greater than the offer of a home, of a wing under which to roost.

“If you did not make me, can I ever truly be yours?”  The question leapt out of her in a desperate whisper.  Like any gasping, drowning thing, she wished to cling, to climb into his arms, to believe she had a place at his table, that she was worthy of his voracious love.  Surely there were imperfect parts of her he would have changed – reshaped, remade – if she had sprung from his holy hands.  “Or will I always be something borrowed?”

[lastamericangentlemansavage]

[bonnettsbooks]

Closed through Friday, but here's some of what you can find on Saturday! See image alt-text for more info. Scroll our feed to see more examples of what may be in store for you!

[mommasaystoread]

https://www.mommasaystoread.com/2023/03/audiobook-review-saint-by-nana-malone.html

First, you just can not go wrong with Shane East, and he proves that once again with Nana Malone's The Saint. Kyo Sija was completely new to me, but she certainly held her own as the voice of Kaya. Both narrators did an excellent job of bringing out the drama and intrigue as well as the romance.This is the third book in the Gentleman Rogues series, and while I haven't had the pleasure of reading the first two, the storyline here is easy enough to keep up with. I do intend to catch up on those earlier books because now that I've met the Rogues, I want all the details. If they're as fast-paced as this one, I'm in for some heart-racing reading and/or listening time. As mentioned, the storyline is easy to follow, and we're given everything we need to know for this book. That said, I still hesitate to call it a standalone because there are some unanswered questions, and the epilogue leaves us with a bit of a cliffy (I'm assuming that's a lead-in for the next book).Do be prepared for plenty of action with your romance. Kaya and Saint's story has flavors of Mission: Impossible and Bourne Identity combined with a steamy romance that certainly sees its fair share of miscommunication. This pair also sees plenty of danger with some near misses and, of course, a kidnapping - once you start reading and figure things out, you'll understand that mentioning a kidnapping is not giving away the book's secrets. It pretty much has to happen with this kind of storyline. To sum it up, The Saint is everything I've come to expect from Nana Malone, and paired with Shane East and Kyo Sija for the narration, this one is a must-listen.

[expatmichael]

Thank you Dan Mathews for this flashback. Shooting Lene Lovich at The Saint for PETA circa 1987. #TheSaint #crimp #lenelovich #peta #newyorkcity #1987 #pregoldy (at East Village) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqOO3iltlnPlAXlNwR070w_FCsOCGtww8w48m80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=