#Tragedia Nosferata

[versinalia]

"Cold Winds" by German band Paralysed Age, off their 2006 album Tragedia Nosferata

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[gothlisteningclub]

Goth Listening Club Day #64: Paralysed Age: Tragedia Nosferata

LISTEN ON: SPOTIFY / APPLE MUSIC / BANDCAMP

[zaius-theforbiddenzone]

Paralysed Age - My Guest 🦇

Paralysed Age – Tragedia Nosferata [2006]

[ ♬ Music for your mind… ] ⛧

[gothchoccymilk]

"it's just a cat pun edit, it can't take that long" 8-almost-9 hours later...

the first 2 hours: I can totally redraw this

the next 6 hours 40 minutes: okay I can't redraw but I can at least remove the words

the final 10 minutes: ... gonna draw little cat ears on em

this is a great album, go listen to tragedia nosferata by paralysed age and maybe buy if you like it. can I be sued for this

[jasimkhalil]

"Frankly, I've always been partial to the tracks on Tragedia Nosferata, though I see your point. I'd much prefer Morella's Sleep or The Key right now, but there is a certain allure to the gaudy vampire aesthetic. It doesn't take itself too seriously."

Gaze shifts from his glass, to Kalevi's, only to follow suit and glance around as well. All in all, the environment of the club is enjoyable. The freaks have come out at night, now given a space to be embraced, and so Mikala won't sulk.

Even if his general demeanor makes it appear as if he is. He can't help it. Instead of resting bitch face, he wears resting brooding face.

"Oh, honey, you know good and damn well that this is a Spotify playlist. Didn't Bela Lugosi's Dead and Goo Goo Muck clue you in?" Both are, of course, perfectly fine songs that he listens to in his spare time. Still, beggars can be choosers, after all.

"Perhaps one of us will get lucky and hijack the sound system at some point." He's done it before.

"It's tragic, but what delights can be performed in just a single night." As much as he loves a bit of euphemism the fact that he's got a fucking coke in front of him is just too depressing. He could've ordered a mocktail but he just can't bear doing that. He might happily take them from Nic when he did jigs at the Heron Club but getting one for himself was just a bridge too far. He'd be envious of Mik if he didn't dislike gin. Though he wonders how long that kind of distaste could last in front of true need. Hopefully he won't find out.

"Paralysed Age is good but I prefer Morella's Sleep over Bloodsucker. It's so—" he gestures, looking for the word "— Blatant. Gaudy. While the vampire can provide good imagery this song always just struck me as lowbrow camp. Uninspired. Morella's Sleep invokes emotion. It pleads, it begs, there's devotion and haunting— it's danceable." He sighs, eyes flickering around more out of habit than desire to see. "If I hear any Clan of Xymox or Cocteau Twins, I'll find the DJ and tip them handsomely — assuming this isn't just a spotify playlist."

[grimdevils-archive]

love might not be forever but the grave sure will be

[trans-gothic]

Diary, Day 1157: Once More Into The Ice (Nosferatu Nostalgia)

I don’t talk much about my childhood, and I certainly don’t harbor much nostalgia for it. But that’s what I want to talk about tonight. Childhood and nostalgia. Specifically, I want to talk about being 14.

Fourteen is hard for everyone, I know. But it was very hard for me. At fourteen I was still being sexually abused by my older brother, still occasionally being physically abused by my father. Fourteen is when my grandfather whom I loved had a stroke which he never recovered from. Fourteen was when I started to become keenly aware that my body wasn’t right, that I wanted people to “accidentally” think I was a girl. Fourteen is when my depression really began to manifest and my friends no longer saw me as “happy.” Fourteen is when my suicidal ideation went from background noise to a keenly focused chisel chipping away at my mind. When I was fourteen my parents bought me a graphing calculator because I needed it for class and on the first day of school I used it to keep a secret diary and a count down until I turned 18 and could legally leave my family behind. It was the only place I was sure that my family wouldn’t go through and find my plans. Unfortunately they did. At fourteen my mother made up a lie about a girl I had a crush on seeking a restraining order against me, a lie she wouldn’t admit to for years.

(Pardon the large gap there, tumblr mobile is fucking it yet again) At fourteen I legitimately believed that I would kill myself before the end of high school. This was not an idle belief (for want of a better phrase). I did make a few attempts at suicide during those years.

The primary thing, I think, that held me together insofar as anything was able to was music. Specifically my burgeoning interest in goth music. Even more specifically, the album “Into the Ice” by Paralysed Age, which my parents had given me as a present for my fourteenth birthday. It’s funny, if you’d asked me then I wouldn’t have said it was my favorite album (I would have said “Where Shadows Lie” by Bella Morte) and definitely wouldn’t have said that they were my favorite band (I’d have said The Crüxshadows). But more than any other album in my collection, I could listen to that album and feel seen, feel understood. It was something that I could, as David Bowie put it, “turn on and be not alone.” I would listen to it god only knows how many times a day, because it assuaged the hurt I could not help but carry. I cannot strongly enough stress the importance of that album. I know some of you are probably just thinking “okay so she really liked this album, so what” but I tell you it was more than that! It was so much that I wasn’t even aware of. That album was my very pulse.

I’m terrible with remembering the first lines of songs, but the opening lines of that album are forever etched into my brain. “Berenice, oh Berenice / dream on my little child” (especially the later repetition of that line where it is followed by “your painful past and agony shall nevermore return”). I projected that all onto a character who showed up frequently in my dreams who I have since come to understand was simply a subconscious manifestation of the girl in me trying to make herself known.

All this is to say that I spent money I can scarce afford to spend in order to buy the new Paralysed Age album, “Intermezzo.” And you know what? It’s fucking amazing. After thirteen years of complete silence, this album does not miss a fucking beat. I’d probably say I even like it more than their previous album “Tragedia Nosferata.” More important than just being GOOD though, it still makes me feel the same way. In the vampiric angst and sweeping German melodrama of it, I still feel so very at home and understood and comforted and NOT ALONE.

My mental health hasn’t been very good lately, to be honest, but Paralysed Age seems to still be the medicine that I need.

[delightfulmermaidprincessalice]

#NowPlaying We Walk The Shore by Paralysed Age

[delightfulmermaidprincessalice]

#NowPlaying Patricia In Pain by Paralysed Age

[trans-gothic]

“Drawing Room” by Paralysed Age