eleven:
carny geeks (reset)
hidden in my cupboard listening to Man go by locked in my desk whisperin’ to worlds that die
waitin’ for the Hand that resets my life waitin’ till the end to reset my life
rotten on the shelf of despair meltin’ to the heat of hatred crippled by the weight of thougths tossin’ my hands to wolves
waitin’ for the Hand that resets my life waitin’ till the end to reset my life
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I should note here that this next song was written after I was involved in a horrific accident that involved what is called in the US, an 18 wheeler. I really thought that everyone in our limo was going to die. It wasn’t until the truck accident lawyers I hired had their accident reconstruction specialists go to the scene to preserve and document all the evidence of the accident via photographs and other eye witness reports that it really became clear how close to the end it was for all of us. Not only did our truck accident lawyers ensure we received fair compensation for our physical injuries, but also for emotional, and financial losses. Additional compensation was litigated for property damage, lost income, diminished earning capacity, and pain and suffering that two friends in the car still suffer from. Although I still get nightmares that obviously are a result of the accident trauma, I have been able to channel some of my PTSD into my lyrics.
I went home
I went home my father was dead
I went home my mother was dead
I went home my brother was dead
I went home my sister was dead
I went home you were dead
I went home and I was dead
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frail (kradumarrich)
frail gargoyles are selling water to she who’s thirsty of my love flowers stretch like tentacles across the sky of these four walls enemy of my pleasure satisfaction in my own destruction
and I rise I rise from this cold bed of painted ivory and I rise I rise out of this empty frame of misery
embraced by every colour which indicates god gave me a mission painting my own skin with fire lettin’ a radio transmission flow I can face any dragon now I can lift this weight alone and watch myself fall to the ground leaving nothing but white traces to be found
and I rise I rise from this cold bed of painted ivory and I rise I rise out of this empty frame of misery
limbless children crawling convinced to know how to fly jumpin’ with no sorrow in the void that’s drivin’ by I close another chapter carving the words “the end” in frail wood I expect this noise to let me go and let me flow and let me flow and I rise I rise out of this empty frame of misery
(by marco deplano)
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And I should note here that this next song was written under the influence of drugs. Not cocaine or grass or shrooms, but man drug – bioidentical testosterone. Don’t get me wrong, I’m under doctor supervision, using prescription grade testosterone provided by my pharmacy. I’ve been injecting it for a couple of weeks and I’m feeling the juice. Very different than any other kind of drug in that it’s not an overt mind altering thing that’s happening. In addition to some physical changes (better skin quality, muscle tone, stuff like that) my head seems much more screwed on – I’m feeling extremely connected to my music in a way I really can’t describe, but it’s real. Anyway just a heads up if you’re wondering why this one is so different than the others…
the invasion of the human-men
(I’m) walkin’ my platypus pickin’ livers in the dump dark sign will remind me to hate kill kill hate
dyeing my forearms in a churchyard with cars while the children of god will hate kill kill hate
for I come straight from mars an’ I loath tv commercials for I’m not from this world an’ I’m sick of it all
for I come straight from mars and i loath politicians for I’m not from this world an’ I’m sick of this junk
(I’m) walkin’ my platypus throwin’ up my true soul the doom of humanity is hate kill kill hate
rippin’ my eye off in a football fan club curse the children of god and hate kill kill hate
for I come straight from mars an’I loath tv commercials for I’m not from this world an’I’m sick of it all
for I come straight from mars and i loath politicians for I’m not from this world an’I’m sick of this junk
whisper swear words into the saint’s ear feel happy with slaughter jerk off over a sinkin’ship come over blastin’ bombs rape the white dove burn the priest an’ the thief damn god for all time
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memories of vienna
apfelstrudel nasenspray schnitzel, schnell nasenspray Vienna!
Einstricht Vienna!
Keinstricht Nasenspray,
Vienna!
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psycho gate
should I detect strange behaviour should I detect anything depending on your bad influence terribile my wrath will be !
beware! ponder well what show you show him ! beware ! no foolish lyrics, or terrible my wrath will be !
should I detect queer antics should I detect anything hintin’ at your world terrible my wrath will be !
beware !
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trompozmo:
mind control program
I’m wired I’ve been bugged
I’m wired I’ve been bugged
now the know now they’re comin’ for me
now they know they’re trackin’me down
and I know only you could save me __
comin’ they are piercing the walls
comin’ they are piercing my brain
save me take me away
save me take me away
comin’ they are creepin’in my veins __
help me, help me, help me… no way! aaaahrgh!
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toads and bugs:
donna
john popped along john is a friend of mine he sat back we drank beer and chatted I didn’t fancy fuckin’him
barbara sue popped along barbara sue is a friend of mine she sat back we drank beer and chatted I fancied fuckin’ her but I didn’t even tell her
donna popped along donna is my girlfriend she sat back I drank beer and talked to myself I fancied fuckin’ her I told her but she wouldn’t care
hope john will call again
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paint me with sorrow
paint me with anger paint me with hate my blood has no color my mind is all blank
paint me with sadness paint me with dullness my blood has no color my mind is all blank
I need your electronic paintbrush
paint me with sorrow paint me with sorrow paint me with sorrow paint me with sorrow
I need your electronic paintbrush
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total lack of vital energy:
23 12 12
even though it was night even though it was not day even though there was no light they gathered the gods convened there in Teotihuacan
(mayan text)