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Nightshade Monsters

by Coz the Shroom

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1.
(instrumental)
2.
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
3.
Starset 02:04
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?
4.
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
5.
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
7.
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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Blood Bloom 06:05
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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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
10.
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
11.
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
12.
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
13.
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
14.
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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Another album made while in crisis and chaos. It isn't just that I make my best music in crisis, but that somehow, by some miracle I can find the time to vent about the horror and misery all around us.

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released November 29, 2018

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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. ... more

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