On The Back Of The Devil

On The Back Of The Devil
by That Bastard

Through the meatgrinder on the back of the devil
through darkness the demons I slay!

In the meatgrinder on the back of the devil
Come hell, high water or what may!

I am the warrior, the slayer of might
The power of metal is mine!

Upon the angel's neck my blade befell
Oh holy metal divine!

The sword of God blazing in my hand
The olive branch twisted and burned

The blackened earth, the weeping angel
The world forever twists and turn

I am the angelic warrior of legend
Testing Satan's divine steel!

Wielding the power, the fury, the might
The demon king I shall wield

SCREAMING OUT AS I CHARGE THE FRAY
(SING IT WITH MEH!)

Through the meatgrinder, through the highways of Hell
On the back of the Devil I ride!

Through the meatgrinder, through the passage of Hell
This power cosmic is mine~!
Heaven and hell shall align~!!

Through the meatgrinder, through the highways of Hell
On the back of the Devil I ride!

Through the meatgrinder, through the passage of Hell
Overrun this dimensional divide
Stand besid the cosmic tide

To behold the final siiiiign
Oh un/holy metal divine!

Messy In Your Head

This is one of those songs that I just like 'cuz I get to elongate words to the tune of the song.  It sounds a lot cooler than it is to simply read, but hey...this'll get ya an idea of what it's about, y'know?

Another one of those 'why aren't you asking why?' songs of mine.

Youuuuuu didn't see it comin'
Hittin' you from the left side
A-youuuuu couldn't stop from tryin'
Everythin' left behind
Youuuuuu couldn't ever see
The future prepared for you....
A-youuuu wouldn't stop from cryin'
Despite your responsibilities

Youuuuu don't know why
Youuuuu don't ask why
The arrrrrchitects of your future
Plan and destroy, without your opinion

Youuuuuu voted them in
Without looking up their past
A-youuuu wouldn't stop from seein'
Everything they did before
Youuuuuu gobbled up their lies
And offering only ashes
A-youuuu couldn't stop from dyin'
Even as they beg for more

Youuuuu don't know why
Youuuuu don't ask why
The arrrrrchitects of your future
Plan and destroy, without your opinion

Annnnnd if you dare
The men behind the curtain
With your eagles' claw
Tear off their false face
Look them straight in the eye

Youuuuu are walked like a dog
Iiiiiin a breeding show
A-youuuu seek more meat
Grotesque as you are
Youuuuu differentiate
Frooom the mindless masses
You seeeeek to define yourself
By loooowest common denominator

Youuuuu don't know why
Youuuuu don't ask why
The arrrrrchitects of your future
Plan and destroy, without your opinion

Youuuuu feel out of place
A-youuu suffer other thoughts
Youuuuu seek your place
A-youuu're running out of time
Youuuuu try to struggle
A-youuu just wanna be left alone
Youuuuu think you're fine
A-youuu won't look in a mirror

Youuuuu don't know why
Youuuuu don't ask why
The arrrrrchitects of your future
Plan and destroy, without your opinion

Annnnnd if you dare
The men behind the curtain
With your eagles' claw
Tear off their false face
Look them straight in the eye

The eye....

Look them straight...

In...the eye....

Riot and Rampage

Sometimes I write songs and completely forget the beat and rhythm to it, unless I've sung it into the D.V.R. or my phone.  Yeah, this is one of 'em.  Who knows, maybe someday I'll remember it...we'll see. <3  In the meantime, a song advocating violence as the solution to the dysfunctional practices perpetrated by the upper class onto everyone else, especially their own customers and workers.

For what it's worth, I wrote it after one of those transvaginal mesh lawsuit commercials, which was followed quickly by a Yaz lawsuit.

Fuck this whole gay earth.


(RIOT)X5

Violence isn't the answer
It's the freakin' question
Abject civilization
Has made slaves of you

Violence isn't a solution
It's just an option
Political correctness
Has made a slave of all of you

Can you feel it burning inside?
The growing restlessness of the people
Share the same rage and madness
BRING IT FORTH, LET IT EXPLODE

(chorus)

IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE WORLDS
OF THE HIGH TO THE POOR
THE ONLY THING THEY UNDERSTAND
IS THE BASIC NUMBERS

AT THE HEIGHT OF THE SEASON OF THE WITCH
AT THE BURNING OF THEIR PALATIAL ISLANDS
AT THE HEIGHT OF THE HEAT OF THE SUMMERTIME
THEY WILL BURN, THEY WILL FUCKING BURN

(RIOT)X4
FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
A FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
HISTORY'S GAME
(RIOT)X4
TEACH THEM TO MESS WITH US

Violence isn't historically accurate
It's the final solution
Old world media
Seeks to enslave

Violence isn't the only option
It's the only weapon
Against those who would dare
Enslave you through class warfare

Can you feel it burning inside?
The growing restlessness of the people
Share the same rage and madness
BRING IT FORTH, LET IT EXPLODE

(chorus)

IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE WORLDS
OF THE HIGH TO THE POOR
THE ONLY THING THEY UNDERSTAND
IS THE BASIC NUMBERS

AT THE HEIGHT OF THE SEASON OF THE WITCH
AT THE BURNING OF THEIR PALATIAL ISLANDS
AT THE HEIGHT OF THE HEAT OF THE SUMMERTIME
THEY WILL BURN, THEY WILL FUCKING BURN

(RIOT)X4
FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
A FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
HISTORY'S GAME
(RIOT)X4
TEACH THEM TO MESS WITH US

Modern Celebrity

I pity anyone who doesn't have dreams of their own, who lack the longing to test their limits, and those who simply give up and live up to the expectation of whatever bloodline begat them.

Human beings were meant to be individuals. To express themselves and find themselves. And those born with silver spoons in their mouths, wracked with guilt and their palates cloying with foods that are too rich and wasteful, who rally at their apparent uselessness and cannot accept their lot in life, nor FIND that lot but rather just swallow whatever life gives them...

Yeah. I don't envy you people.

A Megadeth-ish thrash/heavy metal riff and beat. Believe it or not the timing is perfect right out the gate, and when Anubis Unit gets around to doin' this puppy (or No Rhymes, whichever) it's going to hit HARD.

Enjoy, lemme know what you think, the usual fixin's on the side. In the meantime, time for steak!

There strides forth those misbegotten Godly Ones
Those chosen within the framework of existence

There goes forth those children of the Gods
Paying heed only to their unnecessary whims

All bow to those unfortunate souls
Silver spoons deep within their orifice
All pay heed to their gormless words
Even as the guilt tears them from deep within

There by the grace of God goes they who
Live only up to the expectations of others

See them march upon their straightened path
See them as they fall prey to their chosen ends

All bow to those unfortunate ones
Silver spoons damming their insufferable cries
All ignore their true dreams and drives
But all pay heed to when they fall

Success
Success
Success
Completely unbidden

Success
Success
Success
Absolute unforgiven

Success
Success
Success
Increase the drive

Success
Success
Success
Profit from their lives

You cannot stand the head if you've never been burned
You shall wither under the gaze of scrutiny

Deny your dreams and deny yourself and
Whether or not you decide from life unto death

All bow to those unfortunate chosen
Those who can never do wrong publicly
Silver spoons tie up their silver tongues
They're merely lucky, they're merely lucky

Some may be humbled and some may be without
Some must live only so others must die

There strides forth the haunted procession
Of those who dared to struggle against the tide

All bow down to those fortunate souls
To win forever is their desired goal
Silver spoons plot out their every step
How can you wonder that their life is ever anything

but good....
For them....
For us....
To prove....
To us...
The dream...
Cannot die...
It's there...
For only 9.99~!

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY MISUNDERSTAND
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FOLLOW THEIR PLANS

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE MISQUOTED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE BLINDFOLDED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY SMOKE A FINAL CIGARETTE

(bridge)

There strides forth those unholy godless ones
They listen to no other advice but everyone's

There goes forth those oversensitized
Their palates choking on the whims of bad advice

All must bow to these chosen souls
The silver spoon a misguided council
All must know of their quoted words
Dripping with filth even as they scream for help

There by the grace of God goes all of us
Teeming and surging with money, the root of their problems

There goes what little privacy they had
In the search for the contentment they left behind

All must bow to these hungry ones
Silver Spoon starving them as it feeds
All must pay heed to their struggles
Even though their soul continues to bleed

Success
Success
Success
Never just settle

Success
Success
Success
Never test your mettle

Success
Success
Success
At any cost

Success
Success
Success
No dreams of their own

What good...
For them...
Content...
Nevermore...
Their dreams...
Set aside...
Never trusting...
Bloodlines...
The proof...
Their excess...
The baggage...
They never rest...

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY MISUNDERSTAND
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FOLLOW THEIR PLANS

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE MISQUOTED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY'RE BLINDFOLDED
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY SMOKE A FINAL CIGARETTE

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY TAKE THE LINE
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY TAKE THEIR BOW
YOU WATCH THEM ALL SIMPERING PLAYERS
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN

YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY LINE UP
YOU WATCH THEM ALL AS THEY FALL DOWN
YOU WATCH THEM ALL POOR PATHETIC PLAYERS
YOU WATCH THEM ALL WHILE THEY SUCCUMB

Cherry-Flavored Kisses (Elena's Code)

Well now. I made a promise to show this sometime, and here it is. The "forbidden song." I've written a couple of love songs in my lifetime, and this one is the one that, for some reason, always causes anyone I've ever sung it to try and stab me eventually. I haven't sung it at all for the past couple of times, and I guess...I dunno, reckon I'm testing the waters a little.

Originally I wrote up an entire soundtrack for a comic project. This was number 2 on the list, and each song dealt with a "code" or theme for each character.

Funny story, the absolute other "forbidden song" is also on the list. THAT one, on the other hand, I'll just never talk about it.

I never wrote it. I'll never admit to having written it. Screw you if you find it.

"Cherry" is best whispered as well as sung into someone's ear. Truuuuust me on this Apparently I'm the only one the whole drives-them-to-knife-frenzy occurs, everyone else just has a really good night.

Bah.

I know (I know)
you like the way I drizzle
apple cider over your tongue
I know how to make you happy

Just kissin' and cuddlin'
on-a-Saturday-mornin'
makin' us a sundae...

I know (I know) the way
you like to tease me
baby-

And when the time comes
the sun will rise
just for two
just kissin' and cuddlin'
on-a-Saturday-mornin'

(Chorus)
Tiptoe (tiptoe)
to my window
my doorway's
always
open- for you

Tiptoe (tiptoe)
creep up to my window
C'mon- in-

Every touch (every touch)
Every time (every time)
Just hold your body close to mine

C'mon and gimme the right stuff
Y'know what I'm talkin' about
Gimme all your honey
and your cherry flavored kiss too...

I know (I know)
you like to savor a wet peach
much better

Just take your time
go slow
and I'll let you be- mi-ne...

I know (I know)
the way to make it last
much longer
just kissin' and cuddlin'
on-a-Saturday-mornin'

bridge

C'mon
I feel your hips
twist and shiver
as I run a strawberry
over your mouth

Go on
and just enjoy
the taste sensations
of my sundae
on-a-Saturday-mornin'

You reach for the cream
and don't forget your chocolate
and your honey-

'Cuz we livin' and lovin'
oh all your cherry-flavored kisses
just lovin' a sundae...
just lickin' that sundae...

(Chorus)
Tiptoe (tiptoe)
to my window
my doorway's
always
open- for you

Tiptoe (tiptoe)
creep up to my window
C'mon- in-

Every touch (every touch)
Every time (every time)
Just hold your body close to mine

C'mon and gimme the right stuff
Y'know what I'm talkin' about
Gimme all your honey
and your cherry flavored kiss too...

kissin'...cuddlin'...
on-a-Saturday-early-mornin'

bring your chocolate
Don't forget to bring your honey too-
I'll bring on the cherries
so we can kiss the night away...

Drench ya with cold cider
It's so cool outside
in here still hot...
so nice and stormin' baby-

Feel your tongue
work against mine
cherry-glazed kissin'
all over you...

Fuckpuppet

Ohhhhhhh yeah, this one. This one was written after watching the four direct-to-dvd Hellraiser movies. Even though they're nowhere near gristly or visceral enough, I still dug the "VAT A TWEEST" endings.

I normally dislike "complicated" songs with, like, differing parts and what-not. Buuuuuut since actually striking out into the music biz, I've come across quite a few good bands who do that - the ending beats and riffs are only similar or completely different to how they started.

Doesn't mean it's GOOD, but I recognize that so long as there's a stable theme and either the beats or riffs are the same throughout the song, it can be at least entertaining.

So yeah. Fuckpuppet. In retrospect a little too Marilyn Mansonish, but meh - good enough to be on the A Night of Complete Horroshow Album.

Tell me does this feel good?
Tell me what you want.
Do you like it like this?
I don't want to be misunderstood

I want to crawl within you
Get to know you better
Want to taste your sweetness
When you turn bitter

I want to snuggle up against you
Cradle you with my mouth
I want you to remember that
It was me who did this

Tell me does this feel good?
Tell me what you want.
Do you like it like this?
I don't want to be misunderstood

Handy when you're needed
Cry when I don't
I can feel you squirm about and out
Once again
I swear
that I won't...

(beats picked up)

The closet full of my sins
The bandages on your flesh
I crave the taste of your skin
Once again, once again

I need more than I should
You need it more than I do
I see you slither without an order

Mockery of love, a morbid whisper

Still it's better when we spend together

Oh lord, Holy Mother

Pray for this wicked sinner

Amidst veils of black, unholy supper

Pray to keep it sexual but I'd never miss a bloody thing
You squirm about in broken passion and I simply will not hesitate
You cry out for this crazy passion and I dare not resist the need to taste
A puppet's right to choose its' master, but I reserve the right to break away
Nothing 'ppears to break it down

Nothin' can tear me away

Anti

Out of all my social-injustice, class warfare-based songs this one is amongst the most antagonistic. Like, Massively Hysterical antagonistic. Am I prescribing violence as the only answer?

No, just one of them.

Violence isn't the answer. It's just one possible answer out of several.

If nothing else works, there's at least that~!

The chorus is a direct homage to one of them-thar graffiti tags. It had a combine-type riot-armored trooper taking aim at a business-suited gent, very Michael Douglas from Falling Down-ish, with a kerchief-mask wrapped around the lower half of his face and about to throw a molotov. At least I think that's what it was...all I know is that the tag it used, "Those who lay their hands upon me I declare thee tyrants and usurpers" or something like that.

Either way, it inspired this piece. Maybe it's good? Maybe it's bad?

Meh, to me it just is.

Witness (drum beat)
Witness (drum beat)
Witness (drum beat)
Witness (drum beat)

Discovery
Inside of me
But I try to find
within my own mind
Rea-sons
Excavating
Moderation is
Was-ted on this
Treasures that
I ought to know
kept away from me
Blin-ded without
Rea-son
Tyrants reign today
Awaiting
The new rule to come

They who lay hands on me
try to govern me
I declare thee
Tyrants and usurpers

AND I WILL SEEK
TO DESTROY YOU
ALL
UN-TIL
I STAND
FREE
AGAIN!!!!

(bridge)
Witness!
Bear witness!
Witness!
Bear witness!

Responsibility
Set aside at a whim
Can you receive me?
Are you listening?
This is truth here:
don't believe their lies!
You're perfectly fine the
way you've always been.
Captivating
audience members
worldwide
They'll tell you how to be
normal perceptions
ethics gone astray
The hand of man
May yet rise up again!

They who lay hands on me
try to govern me
I declare thee
Tyrants and usurpers

AND I WILL SEEK
TO DESTROY YOU
ALL
UN-TIL
I STAND
FREE
AGAIN!!!!!

Political Dogma

I quite literally just whipped this up last night. The timing's good, and I thankfully recorded an a capella of me singing it so I've got the riffs and rhythm memorized.

I'll be posting the a capella rendition of this later, I've got work tonight lol.

Political Dogma

And you act like you don't live
in a glass house
And you act like you're the only
one around
And you lower the standards
for everybody else
Simply to get ahead in the
voting box
the voting box
the voting box

Discretion never truly
given
And still you swear by all those
lonely words
Replaced your honor with some
dollar bills
And sold your soul up to
the Machine
In the machine
You feel it grinding

(bridge)

And you act like you don't live in
a glass house
And you act like you're the only
one around
So you lower the standard
for everybody else
Simply lie just to get ahead in the
polling race
the polling race
your saving disgrace

Discretion never truly
belonged here
Sell your honor for a few more
votes now
Replaced your pathetic soul with some
dollar bills
And sell yourself out to
the Machine
You're in the machine
Oh can you feel it griiiiiind......

Woah-oh....

A system of perks just to keep you
shackled here
Destroy the weak just to feed
the strong
Discretion and valor don't truly
belong here
Just prostrate yourself before
the Machine
Feel it grinding
Follow it's lead

feel it griiiiiind.....