THE place for your Sisters-related comments, questions and snippets of Sisters information. For those who do not know, The Sisters of Mercy are a rock'n'roll band. And a pop band. And an industrial groove machine. Or so they say. They make records. Lots of records, apparently. But not in your galaxy. They play concerts. Lots of concerts, actually. But you still cannot see them. So what's it all about, Alfie? This is one of the few tightly-moderated forums on Heartland, so please keep on-topic. All off-topic posts will either be moved or deleted. Chairman Bux is the editor and the editor's decision is final. Danke.
(The meat and bones of the site refuses to be dialectized.. but you can copy and paste the text.. )
So for the record update...
Update (..."made glo'ious summer") Now dat da damn mo'ibund relashunship wid East West Reco'ds be officially over, it seemed reasonable t'bang out some few raples - independently - while we's puttin' an album togeda' (which usually snatch'd some long time) and digtin' some fool t'put it out wid some bit uh muscle (which usually snatch'd even longer). Dis series uh independent raples wuz due t'start wid some stonkin' (of course) version uh 'SUMMER'. De beat t''SUMMER' wuz written by Adam Pearson. 'S coo', bro. De wo'ds wuz written by Andrew Eldritch. Lop some boogie. It's real fine, and probably real cruel. It goes likes some freight train painted in de shiniest yellows and blues. We planned t'add anoda' version uh it (Adam supplyin' remix and Kleenex), and some dird track which should gots been one uh de oda' new beats; we dun didn't decide which one. It might gots been sump'n ya''ve heard us play live; it might not. Man! Whut wid one doodad and anoder, dis wuz not t'be. So'ry. Slap mah fro! We is wo'kin' on an album, inta' alia, but da damn matta' of raple releases be currently on hold. Current research, dig dis: Ludwig Wittgenstein 'Werkausgabe' [8 volumes, publ. Suhrkamp], and some picture uh Jane Seymour fum De Guru's copy uh Front issue of GQ. Knowed ya''d be pleased.
while we's puttin' an album togeda' (which usually snatch'd some long time)
says it all really...
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye
i love the elmer fudd translation..
lol
Dis is the officiaw site of De Sistews Of Mewcy.
We awe a wock'n'woww band. And a pop band. And an industwiaw gwoove machine.
And intewwectuaw wove gods in ouw spawe time.
We make wecowds, sometimes. Oh, dat scwewy wabbit!
We pway concewts, sometimes. Oh, dat scwewy wabbit!
You'we hewe anyway.
Dis website contains ninety-seven miwwion wowds,
which awe pewsonaw oiw and ignowant zeawots and the USA is a wogue state.
Dis website contains five pictuwes of Isabewwe Adjani.
You'we wewcome.
i don't sleep, so i don't dream, so i don't wake up frightened...
everything is what it seems, if you look hard enough tonight and see...
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
