Let’s think a bit about Brandon Lee.

And yes, that ties in with my “Music to Listen To When I’m Sick” theme.

Brandon Lee gave us many things. He gave us “The Crow”, he gave us the wonderful soundtrack to that movie and he influenced teenaged Goths for almost a decade. I’m still waiting if Heath Ledger will do the same for the current generation of… Whatever it is that Teenagers call Goth today. I’ve seen a few Jokers running around clubs already, so there’s that. But, well, let’s wait and see.

I’m going to delve into the Soundtrack to “The Crow”. It’s one of those compilation albums that just does everything right. The Cure, Stone Temple Pilots, Rage Against the Machine, Pantera, The Jesus & Mary Chain, Nine Inch Nails, Violent Femmes, Rollins Band, For Love Not Lisa, Helmet, Machines of Loving Grave, Medicine, Jane Siberrry and My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. – All on one single CD. All contributing songs that are dark and moody and fit well together, with varying degrees of power, speed and ‘darkness’.

It’s one of the few movie Soundtracks that I can (and do!) listen to up-and-down repeatedly. And even still constantly, after sixteen years. It’s just that damn good!
(I’m serious here, actually. Go, buy it now! – You can get it for 3,36€ for fuck’s sake! And it’s fully worth the 13,99€ new. Just click on the pic that follows.)

Crow OST

Songs to listen to while sick.
First of, something’s that akin to “musical comfort food” for me, is the opening riffing from RATM’s “Darkness”. From 00:00 to 00:30. It’s just so utterly chill and perfect. And it gets repeated and re-interpreted through the song. It’s just… Perfect. It’s almost jazz. Almost. It’s funky. And it’s dark, and cool. It’s something to drink Coffee or Whiskey to.

But the one song that I simply can’t stop listening to, and which comforts me to no end when I’m feeling miserable?

It’s the very first track. That wonderful re-write of Cure’s “Burn“.

[expand title=”Lyrics”]don’t look, don’t look
the shadows breathe
whispering me away from you
don’t wake at night to watch her sleep
you know that you will always see
this trembling, adored, tousled bird-mad girl

every night i burn
every night i call your name
every night i burn
every night i fall again

don’t talk of love ’cause shadows blur
murmuring me away from you
don’t talk of worlds that never were
the end is always ever true
there’s nothing you can ever say
nothing you can ever do

still every night i burn
every night i scream your name
every night i burn
every night the dream’s the same
every night i burn
waiting for my only friend
every night i burn
waiting for the world to end

just paint your face and shadow smile
slipping me away from you
oh it doesn’t matter how you hide
find you if we’re wanting to
so slide back down and close your eyes
sleep awhile – you must be tired

when every night i burn
every night i call your name
every night i burn
every night i fall again

every night i burn
scream the animal screams
every night i burn
dream the crow black dream

dream the crow black dream

Still every night I burn, every night I scream your name.
Every night I burn, Every night the dream’s the same.

Every night I burn, screaming the animal scream
Every night I burn, dreaming the crow-black dream. yeah, yeah
Dreaming the crow-black dream…[/expand]

Combined with the video/movie, it’s what I want my World of Darkness chronicles to be: Personal, Intense, Dark, Gothic. And yet, packed with action, hope and the chance for lasting change.

And this song oozes darkness, despair, intensity, hope, personal conflict, love and sheer Gothic Ambience.

That’s why I love listening to it when I’m ill or feeling down. It gets my mind’s eye rolling. Makes me think about vast, darkly-mirrored cities and their inhabitants and all the weird and mysterious and wonderful adventures that happen to them there. It also makes me close my eyes and think of autumnal comforts. It’s one of the few songs I actually like to get into a blanket in a dark, cold room with an open window to listen to. To get it all right. To let the sounds of rain and wind and distant urban life complete the picture.

And this soothes me.
Calms me.
Helps me get better.

Also, this:

“You know that you will always see
This trembling, adored, tousled bird-mad girl”

Special connotations for me and the early 2000’s.
Special and dear.

That also helps. :)