“To sing a song about the fleeting
terror making cravings fate
words are coming from the mouth Part one
speak before liars in wait
so that you all may hear
wielding sweeping, mighty self at every turn
taste of shame and faith and fear
leaving sour gloom to burn
“Strange is not one even word for
what I’ve held on to say
gripped, the laughing cry, as I play Part Two
lose the …
5:39 pm…the acoustic guitar is being replaced from my hands into the next good citizen, and so that means that while I do have it in my possession, I must write the tracks to push my skills into new vistas of imagination and understanding the world around me…last night began the compiling and writing process for spare tracks, recorded seven total, and realized decent combinations of each of them in turn…used a slide for the two tracks, and happened to distort the last two tracks even though only one is marked as ‘distort’…no plans to write tonight, but I do have the opportunity to change my mind on that one particular detail, I need to use my time wisely…10:12 pm…guitar (acoustic) returned safely to rightful owner…a few tracks recorded, and now I need to go through them to weed …
…1:09 am…getting drunk and high, but gear (bass-playing items) are ready to go…
watching revolutionary film, and waiting to switch over to recording…writing some shoddy lyrics presently, but might re-edit later when there is time to work…now is an anticipation for the playback…1:53 am…no sound except through recording…writing to musician friend online…short statements back and forth…explaining the the unplanned discombobulation right now. with the bass unheard, and that makes midnight session weird…2:20 am…nothing to speak of as progress, what a feeling of ironic joy, and for such a petty reason…3:00 am…gone…2:40 pm…the return…not going to let my simple song dwindle, that would just swindle my need, and ‘we’ can’t afford that…ideas for a bassline are flitting about my conscious mind…surface thoughts analyzing for the sake of nothing, the approach and the purpose…four/four time with slight change-ups at the two and …
~Verse One~
“We’re all living the American life(style)
“We’re all just gutter (rats)
“We are rotting in de(nile)
“We are all whores
and (that) – (is) – (that)
“But – the – end isn’t all there has – to be……..
“All – I – ask is that you fol-low me…….
“Like – the – rats – we – are”
“So maimed, so scarred”
~Chorus~
“Life mapped out like – a – maze
“Life in hectic cryp – tic – haze
“I’m left to die in – a – daze
“Floating down those gut – ter – waves
“Like – rats – we – drown!”
~Verse two~
“As one we feed
“As one we seethe
“But beyond this mob
“We are all one
“Even when we disappear
“More will soon reappear\
“More to act and seem sin(cere)
“But in my quest
no one will (shed) – (a) – (tear)
(no – one – will – shed – a – tear…)
“Might – as – well set – …
Verse One, Line One-
“Working in the shadows, late one night;
A man came upon me that wasn’t quite right,
He walked up to me, and without even knowing;
He struck atop my head, and blood started flowing
I bled into my own eyes, and I was out;
And the last thing I heard was his maniacal chuckling
“The next thing I knew, I woke up renewed;
But my head was spinning, in a noxious stew,
And as my vision cleared, I saw a silhouette;
But I saw him in strange make-up and a hat,
He said, ‘Welcome to the circus, young man;
We have so much entertainment at hand’
“He took me up onto his shoulders,
And took me to the center ring;
I tried to clear my head, but I still couldn’t think
He threw me in without much effort,
I clawed the ground, and yelled for help;
But the show was just starting as …
~Chorus~
“Dancing around the flames
while the world burns asunder
“This is an age
where ruin is the tenth wonder
“Debased crimes are a rage of the times
“And ruin’s curse pulls you under”
~Verse One~
“Chaos is defined by the order it brings
“Pretty ones are best defined against the ug – ly
“And in truth is where the falsest lies lay
“Spread amongst the glitter and decay
“……the machine rings…..”
~Verse Two~
“Thundering chimes of industry roar
“Against the background din of noise
“In which, the sound of music at the core
“Some vicious, grinding voice
“…delirious rhyme eating away time”
~Chorus~
~Verse Three~
“The bustle around is hectic at best
“Moments get slowed as the more take the test
“To get out and escape
“The wish is strong, the will is weak
“To leave this escapade and seek themselves
“Change it all to change their hells
~Verse Four~
“The dirt clots thick like the blood on your lips
“If the city gets a hold, it …
Okay, here’s the deal…this is going to end up, ideally, as an open forum for musicians of all stripes and goals…with many different people registered with the intent to give their opinions freely…Here, however, we are very philosophically-inclined about our tastes…mental and emotional credence for the respect of the music above all, and in that frame of mind, a guided hand to justify the creation of the oxymoron…Controlled anarchy…if full creative intent is to be had, then we are the pioneers that need to be, and that destiny is by all accounts artistic freedom…Desensitized to the painful drains that make life unbearable, the music leads the thoughts down a deeper corridor than the one that we have reconstituted physically as, but not everything perfect will sound as we wish…unless we were to rid ourselves of the perception of the …
~Verse One~
“Something so –in-tan-gi-ble
everything is –strength-of-will
“I’ve fucked up my –fuck-ing-fill
“what was really needed
“my thoughts have succeeded”
“in being repealed and repeated”
~Verse Two~
“try to keep the –stran-gle-hold
“on my own –self-con-trol
“try to keep mind —from-insan-ity
“we all fall to sickness,
“…the-tra-ge-dy”
~Chorus~
“ Eve-ry-day
I think I am –going-to-die
“but today just isn’t –that-day
“break the standard –slav-ery
“but which method –is-right?”
~Verse Three~
“All these thoughts they –dis-ap-pear
“running up and down my –spine-in-fear
“fear to face
“…an uncertain future
“fu-tile per-son-al pro-ce-dure
“wound needs suture”
~Verse Four~
“Killing the pains –in-my-head
“stained light –of-a-blunt-red
“you know not –what-it-is
to be so tormented
“by your very own –sick-ness-yet”
~Chorus~
“ Eve-ry-day
“…I think I’m just –going-to-die
“but today just isn’t –going-that-way
“take the standard slav-ery
“fuck which method –break-away!”
~Verse One~
“From their bloody endings to his bloody beginning
“You’ll never stop his endless killing
“He’s one happy soul who’s never down
“A psycho cannibal
poor, little clown”
~Verse Two~
“Eater of children, eater of minds
“He’s constantly spitting out those meaningless lines
“With your flesh rotting away
“He loves you
ripe with decay”
~Verse Three~
“With a cleaver in one hand and a fork in the other
“He eats out his prey like he did his own mother
“You’ll never take him down
“No, you never will
as he comes to your town”
~Verse Four~
“You never know when next he will show
“Crawling and limping, rotted flesh on the floor
“You’ll never put him down
“No, you never will
he’s just a poor, little clown”
~ Morbid Musical Interlude ~
~Verse Five~
“Falling apart at the mental seams
“Visions of victims are haunting his dreams
“A stinking and rotting corpse of a clown
“A serial killer whose lifetime ran out”
~Verse Six~
“Unseen in daybreak, undead in …
.one…Here I stand…alone in the dark…in the presence of fear…with the casket so near…Come to me…I’m calling out to you…rise from your tomb…my dead dear…please…
To crawl from the grave is what I ask…to move you is quite a task to undertake…come back from the dead and kiss me again…come to me…I’m calling you, please…
.Chorus…Deadly empty, shallow grave…slow death, less breath…yet drawing more from me…seems to make me believe…come to me, with faith…anything to give to bring you…
.Two…I hear the moaning, the groaning, and the crying…but little did I know that I would do the dying…here they come in like a storm…like a mindless mass to eat the norm…come to me…I’m calling to you…please…
Retribution, I can see the face…retribution, in this so cold place…retribution, here she proceeds…retribution, to sate her needs…
“Here I stand, alone in the dark;
In the presence of …
