SELCOUTH She dresses like a flower in summer Even as she waits for spring Her voice quells the darkened silence The sun goes down when she sings She dances like a friar on Sunday Monday comes she ain't the same She cuts herself another memory To remind her of the shame And I'm to blame My demons are attracted to her & her shadow calls me hence My demons make the world seem smaller & blind my every conscious sense My, my, I can't believe I'm saying This ain't only your fault I gave too much of my soul in your hands Looking back, I'm a pillar of salt And I call your name My heart has hardened too much That it feels it's been turned to stone When it is exposed to the sun My tale has a short span in which I don't know if I can trace the source where this shit all began You don't belong here anymore Neither do I Her gaze makes a cat's seem swifter Than a breath formed from a gasp Her hands as light as finest feather It makes them too light to grasp She walks with the moon in starlight & her rays are like the sun She chooses the night time to fight You don't know where she's coming from time to run

A NATIONAL SELECTION Only the morons are procreating And I'm just sitting here masturbating, it's true All because of you Parents that can't teach their kids to read Don't even know how to spell the word, 'succeed' Teaching them how to pray the gay away Teaching them that the pigs should put the niggers in their graves Only the idiots are gettin' lucky Teachin' their spawn just how to dougie Why me? Can You still not see? The population's getting kinda hard to ignore The more and more you see their knuckles draggin' the floor The devolution process seems to be taking toll Textin' on the telephone on the way to sell their souls Ignorance is sweeping the masses literacy passes to ashes burned by fake arrogant asses Once they were lads & lasses That passed the classes that clashes With the talents that surpasses the balance of the bloated fuzzy feline fascists that cash in on those who ignore the score scored on the board flashing red staring dead into the commercial break you intake for their sake to make them cake & toys of their choice you know all those little spoiled brats will take it. So enjoy the ploy set by all the guys with your rights in their tights setting their minds against everything you do, you know you gotta learn the truth, because it's up to you. Everybody's gotta do something to fix this whole vicious stitch that we're mixed in, but nobody has even really got the time to do a little research while they're jerking it off to ponies online All of the idiots are shittin' kids They're gonna have to really make a special lid to open up their minds

Doo Dah Doo Doo

THE GHOST OF RONNIE DIO The ghost of Dio comes to our practice space every midnight & with his help, a tasty jam, is what we're sure to write I hope he helps us write something like 'I' or 'Holy Diver' With amplified technology his words we'll decipher But after all what do you say to the dead king warlock of rock n' roll? Look for the sign - the last in line - the words that will reveal you to your soul. A sage, or mage, of ancient age who died a little too young Of dragons, & devils, & ancient beasts he primarily sung To say his ghost is haunting us seems frightfully absurd I'd demonstrate some actual proof, but lonely is the word Through rainbow eyes, the wizard flies to legions of the brave to save again the chosen ones, the bastard sons. The mob rules to follow the tears away Look away from the sea, those evil eyes staring at you & me This is surely a sign they'll burn the sun and drown the children at sea if you truly have a spark, don't lock it all up or you're just a rainbow in the dark Every time I climb upon a mountain I see the silver lighting in the black Those who shine won't be borne to heaven Those facing hell better turn back Over & over again

HUMMINGBIRD ANTHEM I went trippin' into the woods I brought back a story I'm sure like you've never ever been told It was he, me, & Drewby - yes, Drew, see - he was Nathan & I was me We three met a denizen of the trees Swiftly lifting nectar from a flower like a thief From afar, Drew could hear the fluttering thing Listen for the buzzing, the hummingbird is singing the day away This song would surely not suffice Drew prophesied we three would surely find the Flummoxing fowl Our trio strolled through honey suckles The wind to guide & hide our chuckles We followed the whispers of the breeze We came upon the enchanted spot The bird of feather floating a loft The petals of flowers shimmering green Lo! We gazed upon the bird below She did not heed nor fear we fellows She fuzzily fluttered amidst our three figures 'Twas strange she did not hide in terror To see such giants tromping hither He spirit & ours were somehow intertwined Now came our destiny we claimed This bird & our blood shall be the same It's perfectly clear - sacrifice her to the flame 'Twas Drew who caught the fluttering thing & squeezed the life right from its beak. It squeaked & creaked between his teeth. The pieces that leaked were packed in the pipe real neat. And So, we smoked the hummingbird, & ground her up into little bits. It hit harder than all the bong-hits we ever lit under slanted eyelid slits And so, my story has been told. You might not believe me but surely you'll have a question or three. You might just disparage or call it a mirage. You might ask 'how?' or 'why?' but I say hummingbird resin don't lie.

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DEPRESSION HEAP I'm sitting here stranded on my depression heap My enemies are the only friends that I still keep The world keeps spinnin' 'round as I decay Why must I live in such a pitiful way? Time goes along & it drags me down You people don't know what life is all about Misery & woe keep tormenting me They blind my eyes to any empathy Stranded here lonely on my depression heap The voice in my brain makes my eyes start to weep Isn't it obvious? Isn't it real? Isn't my pain something I really feel? Life is confusing & consuming me whole It only ensues the blues in my hollow soul Obscured by a rolling tide of fog I curse every name of every fucking god Why must I draw breath into my lungs? This joyless life has only just begun Everybody's sayin' have a wonderful day & I say to myself, ' I'm feelin' fine!' The world's still spinnin' so avoid confrontation - don't say something totally out of line Don't mean what you say or say what you feel, even if the blood pouring out is real - but I'm dying. I'm crying. Something's got an evil hold on me, and I force a grin & a wink & I say I'm happy, so happy The world ain't gotta know I ain't right - little do they know while they sleep at night I'm dying, I'm breaking down. I've got to get a hold of myself, before I reside in an urn on the shelf I'm Alive. I'm standing in the distance of my depression heap But the weed & the whiskey lay my bones to sleep I've been through the hell that dwells within my mind Now I must live so don't you waste my fucking time

PAN'S DAUGHTER Helen Vaughan has taken my soul Left my body broken & cold Her allure discorporates my mind The love she makes takes & stay behind Nymphs & satyrs host our abominable orgies My Demi-goddess shape shifts & twists upon me Bestial sex in the woodlands afar The reeds of Pan hark under the morning star All right now Mistress of the overwhelming bliss Conjuring the images long buried in the abyss Fuck my soul & peel open my eyes Lift the veil great daughter of Pan Why did you let me go to the woods with Helen Vaughan? I have seen the man of the wood, lord of satyr & faun I have seen the woodsman I have seen the great god, Pan I am only mortal man I cannot live on

FLIGHT THROUGH THE COSMOS Fog rolls over the starlit pavement ocean Sifting through the lifeless ghosts below us Capsizing clouds fill the burning night sky Ancient vapors disappear in my eyes Blackness enshrouds her deep & silent motion Stars meld with the sky & bleed in the ocean A cold sweat and a touch on your face The sea is troubled for you are in her wake Fly through the cosmos, feel where the wind blows, see the earth as it burns Find where the moon shines, make the time rewind, give the gods something to learn Light sacred fires, build the new empires, dance in the rays of the sun Create the new sound, make the walls fall down, sing until existence is done. UNIBIRTH In the airless oceans swim the slipstream divers of ancient age With time blown halos weaving flight All making ink on astral page As the streamlined forms of time Race through the valleys of myriad streams All season's day-night mystic plays Reign shifting plot on flowing dreams On weaving, reaching pathways march The senseless heralds of just born days with dying matter's final shout Entreat the bounds of heaven's gaze

Let the song tell you