Love You to Death

Can’t really sleep tonight, so I figure I’ll jot down some late-night thoughts and share a song. A song which brings out thoughts that are often hidden away beneath the surface. Indeed, I have found certain songs from this artist to cause great periods of reflection and contemplation.

Video: Love You to Death by Type O Negative

In her place one hundred candles burning – as salty sweat drips
from her breast
her hips move and i can feel what they’re saying – swaying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya – get ya get –
yeah

Black lipstick stains – her glass of red wine – i am your servant
may i light your cigarette
those lips smooth yeah i can feel what you’re saying – praying
they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya – get ya get –
yeah

I beg to serve – your wish is my law
now close those eyes – and let me love you to death
shall i prove – i mean what i’m saying – begging
i say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya – get ya get

Ahhhh – let me love you – to – ahhhh – let me love you – to –
death – to death

Ahhhh – let me love you – to – ahhhh – let me love you – to –
death – to death

Hey am i good enough – for you
am i good enough – for you
am i – am i for you – am i – for you
am i good enough – for you

One of the most difficult aspects of loving another and sharing time out of your life with them, is the fact that they tend to see the world in a totally different light. This is the case for me, at least, and I must admit that there aren’t many people that see things as I do or hold the same things dear.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I think my way is some-how objectively better than everyone else’s way, it is just my way of seeing things, and it works for me. Though I’ve tried and failed at love many a time, one thing that has remained throughout, is an unwillingness to destroy who I am in order to keep some “mechanical” relationship going.

I’ve seen it happen so many times, the suicide of one’s individuality so that they can fit into some artificial relationship; these relationships, of course, are generally contrived of ego desires and center around undisciplined sex rituals that are indifferent to the ancient tantric practices.

As far back as I can remember it has bothered me that few of us are willing to stop short of our own annihilation. “Love you to death,” says it all when it comes to relationships in this day and age; you really must kill off much of who you are to fit into the expectations engendered by our society.

Why can’t we just live for the love of life and the outpouring of compassion? Why do we need rules and customs to rule over us and make us all the same? It is as if we aren’t capable of realizing what we ought to do, like we are ignorant little children who have to have a father figure to shake a finger at us when we’re “out of line.”

None of these rules are needed for one to be loving and compassionate. Perhaps one day, when things are more resonant, one will not need to emulate some role model from television in order to be accepted.

All that is needed, for the generation of boundless love, are at least two individuals that share a commitment to living in the moment and expressing their inmost self with a great outpouring of novelty and compassion.

How did it get so difficult for that to materialize? I’ve always wondered this, and all I can come up with is that much must be done internally, in each of us, to raise the overall vibrational level to an extent that people are more pliable and embrace, as did the sages of old, novelty and compassion.

Perhaps this would be the next renaissance. The next great renaissance will probably reduce our focus on technology and return it to the reality-creation center, the mind itself. We can spend all day flipping switches, punching buttons and turning dials; but at the end of the day, where does that leave us?