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Johnny Hollow

by Johnny Hollow

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Dionysos Nyktelios
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Dionysos Nyktelios I bought this CD in 2004 and I'm still wondering why I'm so mesmerized by it. Is an uncomfortable, yet intriguing cacophony, but with so brilliant and well linked ideas, with a lot of nuances and layers to uncover, that I can't help but be fascinated every time I listen to it.

Don't miss 'Skeleton Song': is a goth leviathan on it's own. Favorite track: Dark Thing.
C. B.
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C. B. Johnny Hollow's self titled album was the last of theirs that I discovered, and I do not know how that happened. This album is a wonderful listen for almost any occasion. Every song is great and each one grips the listener with their unique sound. If you've never heard of Johnny Hollow here is where you start. Be warned though, you'll be singing the songs in your head for a long time after you listen to it. Favorite track: Shock Me Peter.
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Sardior This album got into my head and we played for hours when I first listened. I shared it with others and it got into their heads... If music is what feelings sound like, then we share many feelings.
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1.
Bag of Snow 03:16
I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty, and mean and cold. God told me to It's all for you. For what it's worth, this is my bag of snow. Just let me show you. It's not brave to be unkind I can't speak the truth that is lacking in this ornate corporate christmas tree The fire starts to seethe I won't take the blame for these rude desires, this lack of shame. Theme parks and hallmarks and sermons and pop songs and impotence and innocence Just make me angry I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty I'm sorry if I sit too high We all gotta get by I don't need another page to tell me the words It's not right, it's not right Let's be honest This bullshit doesn't make you high It's time to fly Don't you know how to fly? Formulas and divas and holiness and hollowness and empty campaigns Just make me angry Theme parks and hallmarks and sermons and pop songs and impotence and innocence Just make me angry Don't you know how to fly?
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At midnight's stroke when prophets feed my karma catches this saints' disease and I won't listen to this heavenly facade I've stopped my flight halfway to god Why should I fly the entire way when a thousand lost souls haven't been paid? I've stopped my flight halfway to god
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Interlude 1 00:21
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Rasputin 03:42
Look in these eyes of changing dyes Let me dissolve your moral ties I'll tranquilize, I'll tantalize, I'll move you with my lusty sighs Beyond darkened paths you call my name You want me You need me I am Rasputin Let me draw you in Take this evil grin And love me for my sings With mystic touch, life in my clutch Cling to me like an evil crutch Saint or sinner, friend or foe? I am the saviour you'll never know ~chorus~ Within this spell, my soul to sell I'll carve your winding path to hell Saint or sinner, friend or foe? I am the saviour you'll never know ~chorus~ My plans unfold, these truths I've sold From god I'm sent, or so I'm told
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Interlude 2 00:29
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Gone 03:08
Stick me with pins, peel away my skin Pluck out my eyes. I can't stand to see you die Dark skies have followed me into this hollow tree Memories of moonlit nights replaced by this hopeless plight An angel with tattered wings. To me I hear you sing What's become is unjust. I shuffle through your lonely dust. A fire that cannot quit, upon hell's throne I must sit All I do is scream at night. It's a silent fight For you now, there's nothing right And to you I say, goodnight
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Interlude 3 00:36
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Stolen 02:46
You took the sadness from my eyes you wore a charming disguise you took the truth with all your lies You took your hat off untied my bonnet and you took my body when you didn't even want it Give it back I want it back You wore a silicone smile that bullshit doesn't pass as style but I was blinded all the while You shook my confidence and found my weakest bone and took a piece of me that should have been my own Give it back I want it back You took my pride out for a ride you threw my soul into a hole why did I let it fucking slide? You raved and ranted and you breathed and panted and you took for granted that I'd always want your fucking Give it back I want it back You drank my blood like it was wine you cannot pick me off a vine you cannot take what once was mine you are a fucking swine Give it back I want it back
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Interlude 4 00:53
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Mary 04:33
You won't move me You caught me wanting contradictions but I'm afraid of ticking time and her tears are prettier than mine You won't move me You, with your leather skin when mary lets you push her around I might falter But you won't move me Blame the moral heavy He says Jane but his eyes say Mary You won't move me Mary, why do you take yourself down? People see you falling down Ass bare and face to the ground It's not... there's still... get up off... Mary... You won't move me
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Dark Thing 04:15
Don't want to breathe Don't want to move Don't want to leave here See what I am See what I know See what I see I chew the tongue who whispered the fortune There's nothing left but a twisted devotion Liquid diamonds roll down my skin And the wind whispers around me Dark place A sweetness that I've never known Hits me like a stormy ocean Dark face... Dark love... I'll take you like a stormy ocean It's not enough, I need more Oh wicked thoughts, from where did you come? Dark things breathe their heated sighs I kiss the cheek and eat the mouth And taste the tongue that never lies Don't want to leave, don't want to move on To love and lust in a hateful distortion It's unsaid Some things are better left unsaid ... And I'll give you these motions of emotion And I'll take you like a stormy ocean And I'll have you, with this twisted devotion And I'll have you
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Interlude 5 00:12
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He'll chase away the skeletons harboured in your christian closets salutations to a passenger of guilty trips of guilty trips well travelled and travelling thoughts of glory holes, of angel kisses of golden showers all cured by a holy bottle of h2o So shock me Peter This is the day For this unruly soul to make it's getaway Shock me Peter Clear the way You're selling lies, but it's enough to make me stay (Get away) A diluted broth of plastic pop songs birthed of sunlight and toxic glitter fed unto the wanting, spoonfuls of formaldehyde laced with a pinch of ginger and the midnight people, banished by oil-slickened productions my zombie honey, do you realize what you've done? your loneliness is killing us ruled and ruling, beckoned by the beckoning ~chorus~ Get away from your golden arches, your pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your choreographed lives morals for immortality, quarrels for brutality blank stares and stifling yawns, all fed to the broken masses (wash it all away) Angry egos and holy placebos will cast away the rotting with your hollywood gods, all built on a mountain of recycled flesh dead eyes fashioned with wide smiles it's hard to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a scalpel's knife tell me your stories, tell me your glories tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark
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That girl, where has she been? Perhaps she never left All this changing disguises staying the same Why so angry? You're so lucky Lucky girl She will get injured in the slaughter, yeah, she's someone's lucky daughter But she can't control the lion's den, only the water is her friend Tough luck, girl Watch out, she's rabid She can't look you in the eye She can't control the lion's den, only the water is her friend Look, she's going away again, look at her outstretched hand I think she wants the swan to land on her Girl...
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Tremor 04:11
Maybe it's not my place to say it, but maybe I'll say it anyway I don't understand the things you do, but I know just what I think of you Let's go back now... Think of the time you saw her fall You don't know her at all Think of the time you knew her well Well, I've got news for you, boy Drive on by Your time is coming Think of the time you beat her down And you smacked her around Think of the time you wouldn't stop Stop and listen to this, boy Your time is coming Don't look back now, don't even try Your cultured alibi just doesn't fly Don't you know how to fly, boy? Think of the air you cannot breathe when I whisper her name Think of just what I'm going to do when I get a hold of you, boy Your time is coming

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In March 2003, Johnny Hollow released their first self-produced full length album. Within one month of the album's release, the band was invited to contribute their first single named 'Bag of Snow' to D-Side's sampler disc, to be in the company of artists like Martin Gore of Depeche Mode, Lisa Gerrard of Dead Can Dance, Robin Guthrie of the Cocteau Twins, Type O Negative, The Cramps and Goldfrapp, who all had a strong influence on the band.

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released January 1, 2003

Written, performed and produced by Janine White, Kitty Thompson and Vincent Marcone.

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Johnny Hollow Toronto, Ontario

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