Q:Did anything ever come of your search for "Fairy Boys" by Thieving Gypsy? Googling for the story brought me to your tumblr and I'm distraught because someone brought up Velvet Goldmine today and I remembered the fic, but it's nowhere to be found!
ah yeah I actually asked B about it, but she said she’s got no idea if it’s still available anywhere. She self-admittedly had a bit of a diva fit at some point and took down all fic that happened in that ‘verse because, well, people would only ask about those fics and not care about the new ones. (something I actually can sympathize with)
so unless someone saved it to their computer, or someone’s able to track down a version someone else uploaded of it, I reckon it’s lost..
I realised that I’d done songs by both main members of the Sussex Vampires, but the Moriarty songs I’d done have all been Jim’s work. Poor Sebastian Moran was no doubt feeling a little left out of this project! I was unwittingly spurred on to mend this oversight by the vast number of people I follow who ship Moriarty/Moran. You guys are fab.
I’ve not played bass since high school, but my employers have one and I’ve been told I can tinker with it when the need arises, so I gave it my best shot. There’s a few flubs in the recording because my fingers were emphatically not pleased with having to press down strings loads thicker than they usually do. There was a lot of flailing and slipping going on. (I now have a sprained knuckle, but it’s completely worth it.) Also, this is the first song I’ve recorded since my voice started breaking as a result of HRT, so my voice isn’t really in top form here; over time I’ll have to re-learn to sing. :[
The concept behind this song originated with trying to figure out why my version of Glamlock!Jim is so thoroughly entrenched in the occult; in my experience, it’s usually the case that if someone is adamantly devoted to a ‘subversive’ ideology, they have a history of living with the opposite side of the coin at some point in their past. Thus, I started toying with the idea that Jim grew up in a strict religious household, and only upon reaching man’s estate did he have room to truly rebel and experiment with how he saw the world and what he believed.
Sebastian ‘The Bastard’ Moran is the bassist for Moriarty, and when he occasionally writes a song it’s quite clear that it’s been composed and arranged by a bassist rather than a lead guitarist or vocalist—his melodies are almost childishly simple, because the beat and lyrics are really the important thing to him. He doesn’t usually do vocals, but Jim felt it would be weird to sing a song about himself in third person, so that settled the matter. There was also some debate as to whether quoting Paradise Lost in a song about religion making them miserable was overstepping some unspoken boundary that glam rock oughn’t cross, but Sebastian decided that it was practically in their mission statement to overstep their bounds, so that bit got left in.
Here are the lyrics:
On his waistcoat back was a pistol strap
And his pockets full of lead
When the day drew closed he would sleep alone
Cold barrel ‘gainst his head
His spit-shine shoes beat the narrow road
When you squint the path looks straight
He hissed his prayers like a wine-soaked fuse
And he suffered like a saint
Your gun can’t buy a ticket, your poison’s not the key
And Heaven hasn’t got the room for you and me
On his lily hands was the blood of man
And his comeback like a whip
When the day drew closed he would sit alone
Cold barrel in his grip
His bleak-eyed smile beat the clock tonight
When you squint the path looks sure
He sobbed his prayers for a bitter mile
And it’s all he can endure
Your vows all broke and broken, with no apology
And Heaven hasn’t got the time for you and me
Your gun can’t buy a ticket, but it can buy you time
We’ve got a destination, love, but Heaven isn’t mine
Here, at least, we shall be free
Here, we may reign secure
(This time around, to make things easier, I’ve made the song available to download through Soundcloud.)
Danny got his Glamlock commission in the post, and very kindly scanned it! Also he did his own drawing of Sherlock in the costume I designed, which is so fabulous I actually squealed (what I squealed was, ‘Oh my god that is so much cooler than mine,’ but that is neither here nor there).
Q:Is this still a thing? I started work on a Glamlock fic a while ago but got distracted by exams.. I hope there's still some interest in Glamlock out there somewhere!
I think we lost the momentum a bit, but more glamlock is ALWAYS welcome! <3
Bad: Or, the Tale of the Sussex Vampires