Ok, before I even saw the video for Face Of Sand, I was convinced that Some Ember was planning some sort of nepharious plot to bring down my houses of finance via fear and potentially causing me to pee myself. Now I realize he is dead bent on mind control.
Half way through the video for Face Of Sand I was carving the lyrics into my haunches and smoking clove cigarettes. It wasn't until my kid brother started banging on the bathroom door and yelling to my mom that I had been running the water for a half hour that I came to.
Everything Some Ember does just pulls me into his sensual world of international sex trade and drifter murder. I can't escape it, once it starts I cannot turn away. It is beautiful and smells of lilac.
I just hope he doesn't infiltrate my dream world as well, for it is the only place I can escape his erotic clutches and wear my mesh undershirts without the threat of full release...both mine and his.