Necare was a Death/Doom met… Read Full Bio ↴Newport News, Virginia, USA. (1999-2004)
Necare was a Death/Doom metal band in the vein of old Anathema, Saturnus and My Dying Bride but were also influenced by bands like Katatonia and Evoken. Truly mournful and bleak music for the romantic doom fan. Sporadic use of a violin and other atmospheric elements. They use both grunts and clean vocals.
They consisted of two members, Jonathan Greer Cawthon and Ryan Henry of Reclusiam .
Célia
Necare Lyrics
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Contorted hues, framed by steel and tubes.
Reflection of youth and beauty.
Smashed, splintered, nothing.
Fragments, as words - meaningless.
Remnants of flesh - pallid, forlorn.
An object in this gallery.
Of living corpses and surrogate breath.
In wreckage, and broken glass adorned.
Angles unkind, joylessly entwined.
This palette of ruin that Celia becomes.
The body, a study disfigured.
She is God's own art.
Contusion of youth and beauty.
Crushed, crippled, yielding.
Motion, as time - intangible.
The verdigris of subsequent decay.
Suffusing the sickroom, the wheelchair, the needles, the hours, the days.
Forgotten, the invalid.
Pristine the canvas, the certainty, the stain.
Flawless design, sorrowfully refined.
The fragile art of Celia is done.
The lyrics of Necare's song "Celia" delve into the idea of the body being a work of art that can be destroyed and transformed into something else entirely. The opening lines describe the body as a painting in abstract, highlighting the fact that it can be distorted and reshaped. The use of colors and frames made of steel and tubes suggest a cold, mechanical approach to the construction and framing of the body. This stands in stark contrast to the reflection of youth and beauty that the body is initially associated with. The line "smashed, splintered, nothing" suggests a complete destruction and loss of that initial beauty.
The later verses discuss the body in its decayed state, with fragments and remnants of flesh becoming meaningless. The imagery of a gallery of living corpses and surrogate breath evokes a disturbing picture of the dehumanization of the body. The use of the name "Celia" gives the body a personal identity, and the lyrics describe her as an object in this gallery. The lines "angles unkind, joylessly entwined" add to the bleakness of the imagery, highlighting the strain and struggle of a body in disrepair. The closing lines suggest the idea that even in this twisted and decaying state, the body is still a work of art, created by God's hand.
Line by Line Meaning
The body, a painting in abstract.
The body is being compared to a piece of art that is abstract.
Contorted hues, framed by steel and tubes.
The body is being seen as something that is discolored and it is being kept together with machines that are made of steel and tubes.
Reflection of youth and beauty.
The body is a reflection of a youthful and beautiful person.
Smashed, splintered, nothing.
The body has been broken and it is now nothing.
Fragments, as words - meaningless.
The body is now in pieces and it is like the words that they create are meaningless.
Remnants of flesh - pallid, forlorn.
There are only small parts of the body left and it is looking sad and pale.
An object in this gallery.
The body is being considered as an object that is in a gallery.
Of living corpses and surrogate breath.
It is thought of being one of the living dead that needs help to breath.
Begotten, the invalid.
The body is being considered as a sick person.
In wreckage, and broken glass adorned.
It is considered a wreck and is decorated with broken glass.
Angles unkind, joylessly entwined.
The angles of the body are making it look miserable.
This palette of ruin that Celia becomes.
The whole body is considered ruin and is personified as Celia.
The body, a study disfigured.
The body is being compared to a study that has been messed up.
She is God's own art.
The person is considered a work of God's art.
Contusion of youth and beauty.
The person is bruised but was once youthful and beautiful.
Crushed, crippled, yielding.
The person has been damaged and is now giving into it.
Motion, as time - intangible.
There is no longer much movement happening with the body and time is starting to pass away.
The verdigris of subsequent decay.
The green color from a copper rust is starting to appear which signifies the body's decay.
Suffusing the sickroom, the wheelchair, the needles, the hours, the days.
The sickness is taking over the room and the person is constantly relying on needles, wheelchairs, and suffering consistently.
Forgotten, the invalid.
The sick person has been ignored and is invalid.
Pristine the canvas, the certainty, the stain.
The canvas of the body was once pristine but now there is a certain, unremovable stain of sickness.
Flawless design, sorrowfully refined.
The aesthetics of the body were once flawless and now it has become refined with pain.
The fragile art of Celia is done.
Celia's journey as a person and their sickness is now over.
Contributed by Samuel S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
klaudia wallner
Artful lyrics!!!
Oscar Cartes
Excellent
windswept23
wonderful deep ~~~ thank you!
Ryan Henry
I wrote this song, and there's nothing at all "romantic" about the lyrics. This is about someone I knew who was in a coma following a car accident.
FER CODE
Nice job
Sorrowfulshadow
Thanks for this album, that's one of my favorite of all time. My favorite track is "Desire.
Death/doom masterpíece.
Luar Gil
did (do) you have another band pre or post necare?.
Ryan Henry
@Luar Gil Yes, I had another band after Necare split. Look up "Reclusiam"...it was my solo Funeral Doom project. The music sounds like Shape of Despair and early Ahab if you're into that sound.
Ryan Henry
@Sorrowfulshadow A lot of anger went into Desire. I was in a really bad place when I wrote those lyrics.
Ephraim Moritz
The body, a painting in abstract.
Contorted hues, framed by steel and tubes.
Reflection of youth and beauty.
Smashed, splintered, nothing.
Fragments, as words - meaningless.
Remnants of flesh - pallid, forlorn.
An object in this gallery.
Of living corpses and surrogate breath.
Begotten, the invalid.
In wreckage, and broken glass adorned.
Angles unkind, joylessly entwined.
This palette of ruin that Celia becomes.
The body, a study disfigured.
She is God's own art.
Contusion of youth and beauty.
Crushed, crippled, yielding.
Motion, as time - intangible.
The verdigris of subsequent decay.
Suffusing the sickroom, the wheelchair, the needles, the hours, the days.
Forgotten, the invalid.
Pristine the canvas, the certainty, the stain.
Flawless design, sorrowfully refined.
The fragile art of Celia is done.