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Creeper
Further Than Forever

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With a series of movements spread over nine minutes, ‘Further Than Forever’ is an epic rock opera from Creeper. The song signals the arrival of their album, for which it’s the opener.

The Exorcist-style intro sparkles and echoes, with powerful rock guitars joining in to give a Phantom of the Opera atmosphere. It then breaks into a guitar solo that foretells the chorus. Then it’s a break and slow down for the piano rendition of the verse.

The tempo changes and dramatic shifts push the song through different moments. Though some of this will be familiar to those who’ve heard ‘Bat Out Of Hell’, Creeper take things further – throwing the morgue sink at this song.

As you might expect, they push the lyrics deeper, too. While Meat Loaf uses hell a great deal, I can’t remember him going as far as the strip club Jesus line you’ll find in this track. If this had been released in 1977, you’d bet the BBC would have banned it. As an aside, the compilation of beeb-banned tracks would be a fine retrospective.

The video that accompanies the song requires all the content warnings. It’s a vampiric tragedy with blood tears and suicidal themes, presented with a strong romantic aesthetic.

Creeper are one of the few modern bands to create a whole subculture around their music. It’s stuffed full of drama, but also sincerity. Encore my shadowy friends.

Watch Creeper – ‘Further Than Forever’.

Further Than Forever Lyrics

Further than forever
Deeper than a dream
I was the night, you the terrifying light
And our kiss could end a life

The city was a poison in my veins
I crossed the line between a sinner and a saint
Knock knocking boots on heaven’s floor
While a band of angels stood appalled
Get down on your knees and pray

Goddamn, god bless, go get undressed
You better count your rosary
Divine intervention won’t save a soul like me

My armageddon girl could end your world with one look
She’ll drain the blood and drag you from the light
In a city of devils
She’s killing angels
Just to watch them die

I’m a devil doing good deeds instead
I’m Jesus in a strip club giving head
Baby, I’m always dying, never dead
Cry, cry, cry, my darling, ’till the tears run red
And stain the sheets upon your bed

Goddamn, god bless, go get undressed
You better count your rosary
Divine intervention won’t save a soul like me

My armageddon girl could end your world with one look
She’ll drain the blood and drag you from the light
In a city of devils
She’s killing angels
Just to watch them die
To watch them die

To watch them die
To watch them die

And at the edge of forever, I saw her
A phantom, a spectre in the snow
She took me by the hand and led me through the frost-bitten night
She spoke of communion in the depths of eternity, of evil and sin
Through the cathedral grounds, we walked over graves and moss-covered tombs
Under a sea of guilty-hung stars, she lay with me
And it was then when she took me
When she sunk herself inside me like a stone thrown into the abyss of an ocean
I saw the famous light, I saw agony and ecstasy as I lost myself
The headstones stood proud above us and witnessed my death and rebirth

Dragged down to hell (hell)
Are you brave enough to dream?
(Hell, hell)
Are you brave enough to dream?

Dragged down to hell (hell)
Are you brave enough to dream?
Dream ’bout bringing hell (hell)
Are you brave enough to dream?

Come on take me to hell (hell)
Are you brave enough to dream?
(Hell, hell)
Are you brave enough to dream?

Dream of me again (hell, hell)
Are you brave enough to dream?
Dream of me again (hell, hell)

My armageddon girl could end your world with one look
She’ll drain the blood and drag you from the light
My armageddon girl could end your world with one look
She’ll drain the blood and drag you from the light
In a city of devils
She’s killing angels
Just to watch them die
Just to watch them die
Just to watch them die

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Steve Fenton writes in our music, words, and culture categories. He was Editor in Chief for The Mag and covered live music for DV8 Magazine and Spill Magazine. He was often found in venues throughout the UK alongside ace-photographer, Mark Holloway. Steve is also a technical writer and programmer and writes gothic fiction. Steve studied Psychology at OSC, and Anarchy in the UK: A History of Punk from 1976-1978 at the University of Reading.
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