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Nightshade Monsters
03:46
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(instrumental)
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To span dark waters on torn sails
The storm never slacks
The waters are black
The creaky cracked deck
Twas a derelict
It is to Nineveh
There in my passage kept
But I am not a prophet
Tis only me who wept
These sails are shabby sheets
Torn in the dark and heat
Beneath a flashing sky
I see them break and fly
A storm on dark waters
I’ve never been cold
I’ve never been hotter
A scab on dead men’s faces
A cargo of disgraces
My heavy heart sinks deep
Where Dogfish flash their teeth
To span dark waters on torn sails, on torn sails
My will never slacks
Tis only stores I lack
While wind blows on my back
I’m never looking back
Forget old Nineveh
I’m heading for the shores
Of the edge of the world
And the cosmic ocean
These sails are like this meat
Outworn, but not my galley beat
And my speed will increase
Old Jonah is deceased
A storm on dark waters
The storm beneath my brow
It all that matters
A fire lights my wake
The sea is but a lake
My wandering heart at last
Can taste but triumph
To span dark waters on torn sails, on torn sails
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Starset
02:04
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This will be our final accomplishment
The heat death of the universe
or a gravitational tunneling collapse
Now I’ve been waiting to see your gaps
In this prison you have kept me in
The shame you throw back onto me
The utter carelessness of slow deliberate poisoning
And what else can I say
When each dog has its day?
These are a death mask and accoutrements
The final call of the firmament
or a final fade from energy to mass
Now I’ve been waiting to hear your laughs
In this prison and this window pane
The shame you throw back onto me
The utter carelessness of slow deliberate poisoning
And what more can you do
As dark stars set on you?
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4. |
On the Elevator
04:46
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On the Elevator
Too late to stop
The sweat is coming
The floor will drop
The door is open
A gorilla walks in
He leans too close
His perverted grin
Is he going to rape me
Hands on my thigh
A gorilla presses on me
My mouth is dry
And the speed increases
Past the 13th floor
Can’t see the right button
The gorilla comes more
And the floor is dropping
Past the 100th floor
Floor 29,000
is what I’m waiting for
And the floor drops sudden
Down to floor fifty nine
Now I’m pinned and naked
The gorilla’s eyes shine
And the floor flies faster
Floor 201
There’s a sense of panic
Under the hairy one
Gorilla fists pounding
Blood blinds my eyes
Oh God he’s biting
I’m splitting wide
Elevator soaring
How will it ever stop
Plummets in the darkness
Where
Is
This
Gorilla
Getting
off?
Floor 503
Floor 13
Floor 667
Floor 813
Floor 6,000
Floor 29
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Bet Everything On Black
03:57
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They always stab your back
Bet everything on black
When your luck runs out on you
Remember like I do
Like the dregs of decay
That fount from a gibbet
Like the sky burns away
For all the love you give it
Put it all on black
There’s a feeling that can’t be wrong
It rhymes just like a song
And the singer spurts all shit
Like a fount of spraying grit
Then you know that song’s untrue
It only makes you blue
Put it all on black
I left my woman in the street
She said it was her winning streak
And I told her when to quit
But she just wouldn’t do it
Well you know that game is rigged
It’s just a custard for a pig
Put it all on black
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Get off my thing
That thing is mine
I hate you for things
I rage for my things
Fight all for my things
feed greed with my things
weak willed for my things
Some kill for their things
May we live beyond our things
Too involved with my things
Nothings solved keep my things
We evolve into things
Years revolve around things
Every pain for my things
Every fear for my things
Doom and death for my things
Every breath spent for things
May we live beyond our things
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Black Jack Dagger
02:41
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They call him Dagger Jack Dagger
They know his stab they know his swagger
They cry there’s Jack, That black Jack Dagger!
His name is Jack but he’s Black Jack Dagger!
Where are his actors? Where are his troops?
Where is his gang, and have they any proof?
That Bad Jack Dagger, Black Jack Dagger
He’ll spike your drink with a goof
Then he’ll tear off the roof
Where are his lords? Where are his ladies?
Black Jack’s in Hell, Maybe Hades?
They call him Jack, Black Jack Dagger…
He’s born in the 80’s
So sovereign and shady
Where are his devils? Where are his demons?
We love you, Jack! Is how they’re screaming
No mere rock star, his car goes streaming
His blood is a steaming
His shaft all a gleaming
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8. |
Blood Bloom
06:05
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Hell’s hard hard as coal
Eerie glow from a thousand holes
To answer anger
I'm to be punished
I will be tortured
I've grown a tarnish
blood bloom
like a flower
kills my heart
stops love's power
Icy endless towering peak
Ever climbing not to speak
To answer pride
I must be humbled
Lost the prize
My dumb hands fumbled
Blood Bloom
like a fever
burns my grief
torn like a reaver
Hell's dark dark as coal
No more glow but far more holes
To answer anger
I'm to be punished
I will be tortured
I've grown a tarnish
blood bloom
like a flower
kills my heart
stops love's power
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9. |
Do Something Illegal
04:33
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I’m a man of action
There’s danger here
Deep bracing waters
Sharp cutting fear
I gotta do something
No matter what
I can’t just do nothing
I must
Staunch the cut
I’m afraid of what I got to do
I gotta do
Something illegal
I’m a man of action
In the smell of death
When its do or die
I can’t waste a breath
I gotta do something
A panic smothers me
I can’t just wait for it
To freeze is to
never bee free
Do something Do something
Do something illegal
I’m afraid of what I got to do
I gotta do
Something illegal
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Walking unenlightened
neath a stormy sky
Always contemplating on
My day to die
Finding my mortality
Wax bold and strong
A taste I do not like
But will not sour me long
Horrible the hue of hardship
Ruined like a campfire in cold rain
Hideous the tone of demon shofar
A fanfare unforgivable in pain
A shadow of the strength I know as shame
Announcing more my infamy than fame.
Dreaming unillumined
In my polished tomb
Never the lamenting of
My day to die
Finding my mortality
That's starved for hope
A mood I do not like
But will not haunt me long
Horrible the hateful howl of heralds
Rumpled like a coat of many stains
Hideous the coat of horror colors
A fanfare unforgivable in pain
A shadow of the strength I know as shame
Announcing more my infamy than fame.
Horrible the Hue of Heaven
Few the sparing of the weapons
Haggard are the aged Seriphs
Few escape from falling perished.
singing. la la la la
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Like a Crippled Whore
03:07
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The eye in my mind
Is dull and broken
The taste of the lash
For curses I’ve spoken
There could be ghosts
That come to haunt me
They might be wraiths
That always taunt me
Every time I curse the weight gets more and more
I never meant to treat you like a crippled whore
Candle’s in the holder, shadow’s in the door
I never meant to treat you like a crippled whore
The stone that I roll
Rolls back to crush me
It seems years and years
Since last you touched me
There could be ghosts
Unmerciful spirits
I could cry out
You wouldn’t hear it
Every time I cry the tears come more and more
I never meant to treat you like a crippled whore
Ashes in the furnace smoke in every room
I never saw a day more filled with ghostly gloom
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12. |
Too Much the Merry Way
03:05
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Believe in nothing that anyone says
Hold firm your condemnation
and your praise
Don’t eat the food here
Don’t drink the wine
Forget forgiveness
My funny Valentine
The shoulder that you cry on is a dog’s
The Ghost that tends the fire wets the logs
Whose tearful mourning sops the floor
The visage of a mocking clown
Forbids you budge the door
Too much it seems the merry making
I lose track of my feet
All will be lost
Believe in something or all is lost
Hold firm your purchase
On jagged rocks
Make true your promise
Keep pure your heart
It’s deep and cloying
Tears us apart
The shoulder that you cry on is a dog’s
The Ghost that tends the fire wets the logs
Whose tearful mourning sops the floor
The visage of a mocking clown
Forbids you budge the door
Too much it seems the merry making
I lose track of my feet
All will be lost
Too much the Merry Way
Too much it seems the merry making
Before the break of day
All will be lost
Too much the Merry Way
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I couldn’t face myself again
I tried so hard to be your friend
I hurt the one I love the most
Warm memories a chilly ghost
And every day I hope to crash and die
I fought for you but it turned into our fight
Here comes the flood there are no rescue boats
I write my songs again it helps me cope
And that’s better than a suicide note
I’m in a wilderness of grief
I pray but find my God’s a thief
The hope I thought would come a lie
Can’t handle it but I did try
And every day I hope to crash and die
I fought for you but it turned into our fight
God smite me dead I pray but I was smote
I tear my songs to shreds it helps me cope
And that’s better than a suicide note
I guess I wasn’t strong enough
Delete my songs again it helps me cope
And that’s better than a suicide note
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I stand my own executioner
Severe and angry
Lost in deep black forest
The taste of bitter misery
Has grown too strong to swallow
No way out but where the dead horsemen follow
My shackled arms are freezing
My flogged back breaks a hump
The judge told me that this was going to happen
The footmen want their pay
And daylight’s gone away
They won’t even obey their own captain
the horses are dreaming-- winning
their manes are streaming-- hooves are a-spinning
their eyes are gleaming – grinning
I can’t escape
The horsemen are hidden
To flee is forbidden
On high they are sitting
I can’t escape
I stand and I hide from my own bride
Severe and shameful
Abandoned in deep black forest
The taste of bitter misery
Has grown too strong to swallow
No way out but where the dead horsemen follow
My ragged breath will fail
To a forlorn cross I’m nailed
The judge told me that this was going to happen
The footmen want their food
And human flesh seems good
They won’t even obey their own captain
Can anyone mark this land, no map is in my hand, I’m gone where the dead horsemen follow, can some one wake me up, hand me that tin cup, I’m cast to where the starving wild boars wallow…. I just can’t reach the cup, oh please god wake me up.
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Coz the Shroom New Mexico
NOW RETIRED TO BECOME A MONK AND FOLLOW THE TAO TE CHING.
Cassette artist since 1979, Former Austin punk rocker, (18
years in Austin Texas) independent recording artist, and part of the SUCKDOG circus from 1991 to 1998. long time performance artist, writer, and psychonaut.
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