Excremate Bleu
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘this blue ex-cremate
the burning of the burnt-out
depressed to the point of this
single-minded, detail-less bullshit
into flux of sadistic, sedated incidents…’
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the Dead Beat Generation (a manifesto)
the torment makes us hard and difficult to see their infectious ways, but in the unity of shared ideas, we can escape the grip that those would think they have on us… we never gave up our souls for this…
Toys For Tyrants
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “we are the warships of our dreams
we are the cruel and the brutal
the tyrannical belief believed…”
Deity Dead
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘a murky sampling of earth as law
but we know we are more free
than that when we are emptied
into a world so raw, we come…’
Living in a Vacuum
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘…willed insanity through the blood on our hands
sanity’s one last stab, grabbing on to lock mind in
just for the fix, stabbing arm shaking bones…’
Blood Muscle
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘I want to rip you from the inside
spread your ugly lips so wide
take the time to do it just right
so tender and nice and tight…’
a torment of frequencies.
You might think it is safe to be hard like a rock, but your ego betrays a lack of confidence in the self-esteem that is required to move about so freely. You can look into another face, and sense the animal alertness embedded in this flesh. You can read the signs of progress like a scout with a compass, but your initial thrust forward is hampered by an existence fettered by the material needs that substitute necessity. You can see yourself giving, but all you can do is take it as the world dishes it out to meet its tempers of equal pressure. The urge becomes too much for the being to endure, and as the light fades from the eyes, an embittered perspective takes the place of a mind open to any frequency that reaches the senses there. …
session zero-one; punishment of pressure
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 …