Table of Contents
- Home
- Introduction
- Where Goths Come From - Neef
- The Watcher - Hobbes
- The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
- Cassandra - Cosey Mo
- Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
- Alcohol - Trayce
- Shadows - Entrippy
- Entropy - Kage-Ryu
- Is There A Point - Trajik
- Whispers - Kitsune
- Confessional - Sandro
- Garden - Entrippy
- Radio - Cam
- Cold Spell - Nikolai
- Slices - Neef
- A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
- The Light Fades - Tim
- Rain - Tim
- Self Help - Gothic Gallae
- Cato - Trajik
- Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
- Heal Thyself - Nikolai
- Shattered - Hobbes
- Travelling Song - Solitaire
- Distance - Stranger
- Legacy - Stranger
Shadows
The Shadows in the background begin to writhe - this is, they know, thier song adn their dance. A figure slowly forms, the sifting shadows now visible as the pools under his eyes. A relaxed pose and a bass guitar, and as the beat goes on he becomes more real, more vivid.
The sudden realisation that he is real. He is there.
And you're the shadow.
With that moment, Shadow stretches his hands flexs his talent and brings everything to life. Reaching his hands inside the desk, throwing fragments of truth into the room, like leaves in the wind. Elements building, building upon the vision he has made, the peak ahead a hand extended and an offer to climb with him. Climb to the heights of music, stand on top of the world, looking down at everything around you and throwing your hands in the air with pure joy.
With a tug, Shadow pulls it all away, blends it back smoothly into the dream, and around you the shadows rejoice. Here, for a moment, a saxophonist, darkness coalescing just long enough for his moment, his riff, and then gone. A dark haired siren, wailing for a long lost love, stretching her arms out toward him. before fading too - with a smile, you're sure, for she goes now where he is.
With a shock, the realisaion that the music has a natural pause, a gap. Shadows getting you prepared for something special, something that can only fit within the groove he has made for you all. The sad eyed girl in the corner slowly reaches into the shadows, bringing forth a violin.
With a spin of a disk, an arch of a wrist, a sigh of satisfaction, everything is complete. A perfect beat, in tune with who we all were, will be and most importantly are. A smile crosses the girls face as she completes her solo. A flick of the wrist and everthing stops, as it must.
Shadows fade into the darkness. Done now, happy to let you have reality for a time. With them goes the girl, sad eyed but hopeful, and fading as dreams do.
He only gave you one track. Thats all you need to keep going, to understand.
You know the shadowman will play again.
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