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

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

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.....

Coffee and Creatine

Dammit. My muse won't let me sleep when I wanted to, and thanks to G (http://www.bloggerati.com) who gave me a great idea and fueled my muse, now I can't.

So you guys remember the concept band No Rhymes, right? Well, I have three jazz/swing pieces I'd wanna develop with 'em. Five Smooth Stones and my fave, Guns and Wine, are definitely up there...but tonight, I got hit to do the lyrics for Coffee and Creatine.

It's meant to be a frenetic, hecetic jazz piece, but when the vocals kick in it's pure swing daddy-o. I mean, this is what my morning ritual usually is, y'know? Extra-strong coffee and a creatine chaser.

Hey, it's worked for me thus far, except for this cough...which is thankfully almost gone.

Be on the lookout for more sound bytes, KAOS stuff and voice-acting attempts. In the meantime, here's Coffee and Creatine's lyrics. Enjoy~!

Yes, every time I say "BLOW DADDY!" it's a call-out to the trumpets and saxomophones to do their thing. I, as always, reserve the right to edit this...but it's pretty good the way it is, yah?

Admittedly, it's kinda cheesy...but I like it. :3



YEAH DIG IT MAN
SO I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
I'M KINDA YAWNING
BUT THE THINGS CAN'T GET ME DOWN
Y'SEE BREAKFAST IS GOOD
AND I'M STILL BEARING WOOD
FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE DOWNTOWN
NOW I JUMP FROM MY BED
DO A BACKFLIP AND THEN
HOP INTO MY SWEET SHOES
AND I STRAP ON MY FEET
AND THE GIRLS ON THE STREET
KNOW JUST WHAT I'M GONNA DO

I'M GOING TO REVV UP THE BREWJOB
SLAP ON THE ADE-POM
LOOK GOOD ALL UP IN THE MIRROR
AND LIVE LIKE I'M GONNA DIE(IIIIIE)

'CUZ THERE'S NOTHIN' LIKE
COFFEE IN THE MORNING
AND CREATINE IN MY VEINS

COFFEE IN THE MORNING
AND CREATING IN MY VEINS

BURN OUT MY HEART
BEFORE DEATH CAN CATCH UP
...TO ME

GONNA BURN OUT AND DIE YOUNG
SO LIVE LIKE IT'S SWEET SIXTEEN

BLOW DADDY~!

SO I GET HOME TO WORK
AT PRECISELY 16
MINUTES AFTER I'M TWO HOURS LATE
AND I TRY TO EXPLAIN
HOW THE PAIN'S IN MY BRAIN
AND I MIGHT BE OBSOLETE
BUT YA GOTTA PLAY IT COOL
WHEN YER BOSS IS A FOOL
THE VERY SAME GUY'S YA FRIEND
AFTER ALL'S SAID AND DONE
IT WAS ALL FOR THE FUN
THE GUY CRASHED AT YER PAD

He says, "SON I'LL GIVE YOU A LESSON
IF YOU ONLY GIVE ME THAT SWEET
SWEET...SWEET...DARK...FUCKING
RICH CUP OF COFFEE~!"

So I'll give it to him....
Oh we're good friends, after all...
We DID crash that bar so...
So I give it to him...

AND WE CHASE IT DOWN WITH CREATINE!

Ohhhhhh...

I'M GOING TO REVV UP THE BREWJOB
SLAP ON THE ADE-POM
LOOK GOOD ALL UP IN THE MIRROR
AND LIVE LIKE I'M GONNA DIE(IIIIIE)

'CUZ THERE'S NOTHIN' LIKE
COFFEE IN THE MORNING
AND CREATINE IN MY VEINS

COFFEE IN THE MORNING
AND CREATING IN MY VEINS

BURN OUT MY HEART
BEFORE DEATH CAN CATCH UP
...TO ME

GONNA BURN OUT AND DIE YOUNG
SO LIVE LIKE IT'S SWEET SIXTEEN

BLOW DADDY~!

No Rhymes - The Animal In Me

At the risk of turning on wolfaboos and furfags alike, here's The Animal In Me, straight from No Rhymes' "A Night of Complete Horrorshow."

Or whichever band gets to it first, I don't care.

My take on werewolf horror movies. It's got a real 80's ozzy/90's meatloaf feel to the riffs, and as of writing this I'm contemplating doing this a capella first before anything else.

The Animal In Me

Come play with me
Amongst the cobwebbed crypts
Come play with me
Amongst the tombstones
Come be with me
In the shadow of the alleyway
Come be with me
You don't have to be afraid

of yourself

Come learn the truth
Until we run all out of breath
Come learn the truth
Until we part after death
Come now and see
The nightmare mystery
Come now and see
Our roaming flesh

Oh woah
the animal in me
just wants
the animal in you
as we run in the valley of the shadow of death
you can't help but feel
that my love is true

Woah woah
the animal in me
just wants
the animal in you
as we run in the city in the shadows of (bgv: the alleyway)
can't you feel
my love is for you?

(bridge)

Don't try to hide
The truth from yourself
Don't try to hide
This sight from your eyes
I want to know
What your next action will be
I want to know
What you really think of me

Roam and feast
On the flesh of the victim
Roam and feast
On the flesh of our kill
Can't wait to see
What kind of killer (you turn out to be)
Can't wait to see
The animal in you

The animal in you

I JUST WANT TO SEE THE ANIMAL IN YOU!

Oh woah
the animal in me
just wants
the animal in you
as we run in the valley of the shadow of death
you can't help
but feel my love is true

Woah woah
the animal in me
just wants
the animal in you
as we run in the city in the shadows of (the alleyway)
can't you feel
my love is for you?

The Rot Sets In

This is definitely amongst my slowest songs, just slow, grungy, depressing, even a little dull, vocals-wise. Fun lyrics though~!

Post-apocalyptic, after the supermind and the Fused Zombie have devoured the world, what is left?

Straight from No Rhymes, A Night of Complete Horrorshow, here is "The Rot Sets In," one of my newer songs for the album.

Woah...
Woah...

Cloudy sight in milky eyes
Brain dead but luscious
You and I survive these times
With harsh strokes delicious

Superdead and supermind
We become one being
You and I survive these times
With harsh loving laughter

Ha....ha....
Ha....ha...ha...
Ha....ha...ha...ha

We see the world through milky eyes
Depraved riot and ruin
We have come to betray the lies
The truth's there a-foolin'

We now join the supermind
Become of one meaning
We behold the truth of these times
And open our sight a-seeing

Oh...oh....
Oh...oh...oh
Oh...oh...oh-aaaaaah...

THE END IS RUIN
THE END IS NIGH
THE END IS NEAR
AT THE TOUCH OF YOUR THIGH

THE END IS PILLAGE
THE END IS GOLD
THE END IS HERE
AT THE SIGHT OF YOUR EYES

THE END IS BROKEN
THE END IS CAST
THE END IS FINISHED
AT THE FEEL OF OUR LOVE

THE END SUSTAINS
THE END HATH COME
THE END DEFINES
WHAT IS LEFT BEHIND

Stand aside you foolish mortals
Now behold your champion
Fall apart with foolish sighs
You'll know by their words

Fall away like waves of wheat
Falls before the thresher
Fall again and now fall in
Succumb to the pressure

Ha....ha....
Ha....ha...ha...
Ha....ha...ha...ha

Evil ways of evil minds
Failed us all before
Run away these ending times
Now behold what's in store

Can you reap what you hath sown
Can you own up to it?
Recognize the ending times
Experience the last of living

Oh...oh....
Oh...oh...oh
Oh...oh...oh-aaaaaah...

THE END IS RUIN
THE END IS NIGH
THE END IS NEAR
AT THE EDGE OF YOUR THIGH

THE END IS PILLAGE
THE END WILL DIE
THE END IS HERE
AT THE SIGHT OF YOUR EYES

THE END IS BROKEN
THE END BAPTIZE
THE END IS FINISHED
OH CAN YOU RISE

THE END SUSTAINS
THE END HATH COME
THE END DEFINES
WHAT IS LEFT BEHIND

WHAT IS LEFT BEHIND
WHAT IS LEFT BEHIND
what is left behind...

That Damned Clown

NOTHING worse than a clown murderer, amirite or amirite?

Obviously No Rhymes material, or whichever band is willing to do "A Night of Complete Horrorshow," this particular song is one I'm not too proud of lyrically...but the hook for it is, as one practiced and seasoned guitar veteran proclaimed, "fucking awesome."

Too bad all I can give you is the lyrics, eh?

Anyway, That Damned Clown...funny story, this was actually, like, three times as big. Just three times as many verses. When I started proposing it to my band, I actually cut out two-thirds of the content and the second time around they hailed it as being awesome.

Meh, I'll get to it when I get to it...


In the city there
In the spotlight where
There's a goddamned clown
With your number

In the alleyway
In the darkness of
The city full of those
Brightest lights

Light your eyes up like
Christmastime and you
Are finally now prepared to
duck, dip and sway

In the city with
So many nightlights and
There's the flesh that he
oh so craves

(bridge)

In the darkness of
Striking distance you
Will know how to be
His brightest light

In the darkness you
You will find that you
Already know how to
Take a butcher knife

In the alleyway
In the darkness of
The city full of those
Brightest lights

In the city there
In the spotlight where
There's a goddamned clown
With your number

Growl of Steel Incarnate

Technically for my main band, but could go either that or No Rhymes. After I watched "Cryomancer" by Defiler, like, five times in a row I became inspired to write a throaty, growly death metal song m'self.

What I got was this.

Now I told my drummer about this just jokin' around, but the moment he heard the lyrics he's all "Dude, we should do this."

So now I gotta continue on with training in how to death metal growl in order to pull this song off.

Go me. Fffffffuuuck.



I REALLY LIKE YOUR FUCKING SWEATERRRRRR
I REALLY LIKE THE WAY YOU FILL IT OUT
I JUST FUCKED YOUR MOTHERRRRR
I WANT
I REALLY WANT YOUR FATHER TOO

SO WHEN YOU GET HOME
YOU FUCKING BITCH
YOU'LL GET SUCH A SURPRISE

WHEN YOU OPEN YOUR EYES
WALK THROUGH THE DOOOOOOOR

AND SEE THE BUFFET I'VE
LAID OUT BEFORE

YOUUUUUUU....

YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE LEFT ME
THAT'S WHY I BONED YOUR PARENTS
AND I KNOW YOU'D DISBELIEVE IT
SO THAT'S WHY WE'RE IN THE LIVING ROOM
IN YOUR FAMILY'S PILLOW PIT

NAKED
FUCKING
SQUIRMING

YOUR MOTHER
YOUR FATHER
ARE MINE

YOUR AUNTIE
YOUR UNCLE
IS NEXT

YOUR WHOLE
FUCKING FAMILY
IS MIIIIIIIINE

FOR EVERY TIME YOU LIED TO ME
WHEN YOU SAID I LOVE YOU
A RELATIVE OF YOURS I WILL DEFILE

AND BY THE WAY
I STOLE YOUR FUCKING SWEATER
NOW YOU'LL KNOW MY PAIN

THE PENISES THAT WERE IN YOU
IS NOW IN THE PEOPLE WHO MADE YOU

THE PENISES THAT WERE IN YOU
IS NOW FUCKING THE PEOPLE WHO FUCKING MADE YOUUUUUU!!!

The Axe Murderer In All Of Us

Project: No Rhymes, "A Night of Complete Horrorshow"

Note - this is one of my stripped down ones, and it'd be better to simply hear it sung if anything. I'm just sayin'.

The Axe Murder In All Of Us

Sociopathic tendencies
It all means absolutely nothing to me
Because all the things that I like to do
Are frowned upon by others just like you
Even though they like to do it too

Latent empathy mixed with dread
It's all stuffed up deep inside of my head
Because all the things that I'd want to do
Are acted out by all the others just like you
Even though you never wanted it too

(chorus)
Illegitimate lust
Filled into a cup
Raised up to those hungry lips
Beckoning the reckoning though drunken in sips

Because the axe murderer's in all of us
Painted in blood and tasting of rust
The axe murderer that's in all of us
Allowed to kill with an undisturbed thrust
You had to die because of broken trust

(bridge)

Sociopathic blessings all
It only means something to those in thrall
Because all the things that I have done
Now has me going out and about on the run
I'm on the news, I'm not the only one

Endoskeletal masked become
These are the things that we must put on
And now all these principles I came to know
They are the only ones left to grow
and now it's time to begin the show

A-shes to dust
Taken from a bowl
shaped out of a hollowed skull
Becoming the beholder though that's not all

Because the axe murder's in all of us
Painted in faith and tasting of rust
The axe murderer that's in all of us
Sociopathic and without trust
You had to die because of lack of trust
You were once alive but now you're dust