Death erection
A death erection, angel lust, or terminal erection is a post-mortem erection, technically a priapism, observed in the corpses of men who have been executed, particularly by hanging.
Overview
The phenomenon has been attributed to pressure on the cerebellum created by the noose. Spinal cord injuries are known to be associated with priapism. Injuries to the cerebellum or spinal cord are often associated with priapism in living patients.
Death by hanging, whether an execution or a suicide, has been observed to affect the genitals of both men and women. In women, the labia and clitoris will become engorged and there may be a discharge of blood from the vagina. In men, "a more or less complete state of erection of the penis, with discharge of urine, mucus or prostatic fluid is a frequent occurrence ... present in one case in three." Other causes of death may also result in these effects, including fatal gunshots to the head, damage to major blood vessels, and violent death by poisoning. A postmortem priapism is an indicator that death was likely swift and violent.
Meeting People Is Terrible
Meeting People Is Terrible is the second album by Vancouver dance-punk band Fake Shark - Real Zombie!. Originally, it was set to be released April 25, 2009 in Canada but has been pushed back by label to August 26, 2009 in Japan and international release May 31, 2010. The album contains the singles "Angel Lust" and "Siamese Disease". The album was preceded by the release of the Angel Lust EP, which contained songs included on the album. The album's title might be in reference to the Radiohead documentary Meeting People Is Easy.
The bonus track 'Puke Rawk' was produced, engineered and mixed by Hot Hot Heat singer Steve Bays.
Track listing
Line-up
References
Alex Turvey's blog featuring CD cover
Rock Pulse Interview Retrieved December 15. 2008
Podcasts:
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by Legendary Shack Shakers
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by Fake Shark-real Zombie
Angel Lust
by: Legendary Shack ShakersLike a Mississippi Windchime in the breeze
Danglin’ down from the sycamore tree.
Like a vessel of wrath shattered on the ground,
Old Judge Lynch dropped the hammer down.
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
Two Easters left in my Christmas plow.
I wouldn’t take a dollar for my journey now.
They put the “laughter” in slaughter, the “lie” in believe
‘Cause my carbon footprint sinks six feet deep.
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
The LORD may condemn me but my baby forgives.
She’ll meet me inside the final tent I pitch.
White water lillies in my funeral spray,
Showered on my baby like a fine bouquet.
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
For St. Angeline. And you’re mine.
So cast your useless sabres aside.
Make the Devil eat his hat and set your head on fire.
It all shakes out the same way in the end.
The meat slides out in the shape of the can.
It’s dust to dust, to Angel Lust,