Recoil, pentru prima data in Romania

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Recoil, proiectul fostului membru Depeche Mode, Alan Wilder, vine pentru prima oara in Romania, anunta One Event. Evenimentul Recoil ‘Selected’ Events 2010 – A Strange Hour with Alan Wilder & Paul Kendall va avea loc in data de 2 aprilie 2010 in Bucuresti la FRONT | The ARK (Calea Rahovei 196A).

Recoil a luat fiinta in 1986, debutand cu EP-ul "1+2”, iar apoi lansand mini-albumul ‘Hydrology’.

Biletele pentru Recoil `Selected` Events 2010 - A Strange Hour cu Alan Wilder & Paul Kendall costa 75 RON si vor pune in vanzare in data de 22 ianuarie 2010.

Tichetele vor putea fi cumparate de pe site-urile si, din reteaua Diverta, din magazinele Muzica, Off The Record, The Kitchen si din FRONT | The ARK.


Recoil - Breath Control

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Who wouldnt want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?

He said,

"Its been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style.

I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."

And so the bedroom became the black room

but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasnt quite prepared for.

He said,

"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch.

I like how the skins look on your white hands.

Id like you to deliver one of my demands."

He said,

"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the

room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."

I sat astride his chest, "Its just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed,"its just breath control."

He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.

He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. Its just breath control.

Just breath control.

I saw him go pale.

I saw him seize up,

I felt something creep up like a taste for this.

Like a reward.

A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.

It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasnt coming up again.

I held on for twelve.

I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still,

I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand.

"Its just a thrill"

I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.

I sat aside his chest, "Its just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill.

Its just breath control."

When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop,

I was stopped by a man.

He said,

"I know youre looking for something thats hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind."

And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face...

"Its just control."

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