Trash/Thrash Tuesday: Danzig – “Her Black Wings”

Danzig is apparently back doing what he does best – hitting people for taking his photograph – again this week so of course I’m not going to miss an opportunity to talk about my favorite diminutive demon. I totally get not wanting people to take your photo but physically assaulting people about it? Maybe don’t do that? But who am i to judge, for I do not walk in the same platform shoes he walks. Maybe these people DO just need to be hit.

Her Black Wings is actually kind a solid song, so I mean disconnect it from the man and alright lets party down I guess. Then again, I still think Danzig’s best work started and ended with Static Age so there’s that. Maybe if I was wasted and you put it on and didn’t tell me I think I’d get down to this? Regardless of your opinion on evil Elvis’ solo career, there’s no denying that the video for “Her Black Wings” is pure Danzig-in-his-prime goofiness though: shirtlessness, women in high cut thongs with their asses hanging out, synchronized guitar theatrics, wind machines to blow his devil(ish) lock. And his very spooky whoa-ful lyrics….chilling stuff.

PS Danzig, please stop punching people. I understand you don’t want people to take your picture with your gut hanging out and use it for may mays on the internet, but there’s no need to resort physical violence.

Blackest of the black
Darker than night
Come to me my bleeding light
See she comes
She comes now
Enter oblivion

Yea, here she is
Harder than life
In my arms
See she there
Entwined with love
Unclean she is

And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black

Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black

See she comes
On the eve of dusk
In another form
With a scent of rain upon her neck
She brings the lust
Supernatural
Ceasing never
On and
On and
On

Her stride is such
Mortals freeze
When she walks past
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black wings

Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings

See she comes
Blacker than pitch
Have to make this fallen bitch
All I want
All I crave
Demoness calls
The bitch is come
For those who wait
Cross the breach in hell
See she is
Bedeviled with breasts
Enchantment on legs

And she comes down to me, yea
And she offers me sleep
Under her black

Whoa oh, under her black wings
She’s got me under wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
She’s got me under wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
She’s got me under her black wings
Whoa oh, under her black wings
She’s got me under, whoa oh
Whoa oh, under her black wings
She’s got me under, whoa oh
Whoa oh, under her black wings
She’s got me under, whoa oh
Whoa oh, under her black wings
She’s got me under, whoa oh
Whoa oh, under her black

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