Anubis Unit - Rockarageous

Y'know, my drummer really likes this one. I really like this one. If you've heard it, you'd probably dig the shit out of it.

I'm just sayin'.

From Anubis Unit's first album, Rockarageous. Because sometimes music doesn't need a message, and we collectively agreed that we heard THIS word instead of "Rock of Ages."

So here's our response. For the record, this is one of the few songs WITH an intro, withOUT a bridge, and it also features a part of the second verse being a stripped down version of the verse riff. It's fuckin' awesome to hear!

(Intro)

IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS~!
WE ROCKED FOR AGES~!
IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS~!
ROCKED HER FOR AGES~(AGES~!)!!!!

I walked a mi-i-ile in his shoes
When I found the rhythm fell in love with the blues

It's not like everyday's always the same
It's just the winds of change are blowing our way

We rocked the Richter Scale to 10.5
Holdin' your body so close to mine
We're ready to roll 'cuz she's ready to go
It's gonna be one helluva horrorshow

IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS~!
WE ROCKED FOR AGES~!
IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS~!
ROCKED HER FOR AGES~!!!!

It came together like crazy glue
Breakin' down the floor just to entertain you

And when the fire burned from ceiling to floor
All you ever wanted was to let it burn more

(stripped verse)

Gettin' to the party and it's on full swing
Cool cats and kittens start to do their thing
Reach for her hand, start to dance real slow
I'm ready to go but she's already NUUUUMB

IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS~!
WE ROCKED FOR AGES~!
IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS~!
ROCKED HER FOR AGES~!!!!

IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS-AGEOUS!!
IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS-AGEOUS!!
WE ROCKED FOR AGES~!
IT'S ROCKARAGEOUS-AGEOUS!!!!!!!

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~!

1200 lbs. of Metal

SO. Sososo, some of you know already of our 1200 lbs. of Penis song. What, you don't? Then go back and check it out, you'll have a good time.

With that stated, we were told by certain business suited types that it wasn't a song they could really market, one that they couldn't really stand behind, y'know?

So. Here's our answer.

I don't believe in censorship, and if they had flat-out told us to drop it, I would've wiped my ass with their business card and thrown it back in their face. On the other hand, they didn't...all they did say was that it wasn't a song they could stand behind.

Strangely enough, my band responded by coming together and creating this and a music video idea of a giant robot fighting a seven-headed land-kraken. Literally of one of the band members walking around town, finding a "thread" coming out of their arm which unravels, which leads them to tearing their flesh off to reveal the METAL MONSTER underneath, then growing humongous, going on a rampage, then fighting that seven-headed land-kraken.

Then they call the OTHER THREE giant robots, and all four proceed to whup ass.

This is not censorship, nor is it selling out - we've done this on our own accord, and will support both songs.

Why am I explaining all this? Because, honestly I'd like to think I"m the kinda guy who learns from other people's mistakes, and I remember the whole fiasco with the Black Eyed Peas and the whole "Let's Get It Started/Retarded" bullshit.

Reckon I'll leave it up to the fans, ultimately, to take it as they will. But Anubis Unit stands behind every move we make, unless we find a new one that suits our needs better. To me, that is the meaning of musical freedom...reckon the whole band stands behind it as well.

1200 lbs. of Metal

(TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS
OF
METAL) x2

Every night I go out to
satisfy my lust
the people all love me
they surround me with their trust

Whipping and slapping
every upturned ass I see
give them a pearl necklace
it means nothing to me

I don't really trip,
I never get mental
They come to expect it
now I'm 1200 lbs. of Metal!

The power's coursin' through me
From now until eternity
It feels so right but it looks so wrong
I don't care I just wanna get it on


(chorus)

(TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS
OF
METAL)x3

Bridge
(During bridge, this is spoken by J:

Y'KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW, you shouldn't look at me that way, you'd do the same thing if YOU turned into a giant robot! DESTRUCTION! Just go on a freakin' rampage and smash all over this city YEAH!

Well..except for the docks, I like how pretty those boats look on the ocean.

Wait, you want me to do WHAT to your houseboat? Didn't you pay your insurance premiums?

Awww, I couldn't do something like that....

Okay, just this once~!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

(break back into verse)

Put a strip miner on Oprah
and you'd look just like me
Y'know I got this Plasma Cannon
Down in my pants

I work so hard to
fit in with society
only to discover
the truth will set you free

From the poor to the rich
Hear them all scream and yell!
They've come to expect how
WE'RE ALL 1200 LBS. OF METAL!

The power's coursin' through me
From now until eternity
It feels so right but it looks so wrong
I don't care I just wanna get it on

(chorus)
(TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS
OF
METAL)x3

IRON?!
STEEL?!
GOLD?!
DIAMOND?!!!
...(skip three beats, then) METAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!! (whole band: METAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!)

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?

Anubis Unit - Sharpshooter

This one's actually something of a bone of contention. It's hard to actually describe and my singing style may not be suited to it, but I happen to really like this song personally. The riffs are very Ramones and it tells a story, y'know?

Anyway expect me to actually post more Anubis Unit stuff here, if for no other reason than it gives me impetus to do the a capellas and post 'em up as well.

Expect new material comin' out this Sunday, so long as none of us are sick off our asses. :/

Sharpshooter

(Intro)

Oh well a-bo-out nine to five
I didn't know if she was dead or alive
"Hey baby, let's go out and dance
Hey babe, he got you in a trance!"

Oh well I'm 'bo-out to shoot the moon
Didn't care if she was (al)ready alone
"Hey baby, it's 'bout time to dance
But beware, sharpshooter, will shoot you again!"

(transition riff)

We're goin' 'bo-out ninety-five
I couldn't tell if she was ready alive
"Hey baby, well don't you know?
Hey babe, we're in a horrorshow..."

We're both a-goin' straight off the top
Off the road and now we're startin' to drop
"Hey baby, let's do it again
But beware, sharpshooter, gets you in the end."

(transition riff)

(chorus)
Oh well I can't help ya
You'll try it again
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will shoot ya again

You can try to fake it
And I understand
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will shoot ya again

(bridge)

(transition riff)

Goin' 'ro-ound that nine to five
Well, I forgot if she was dead or alive
"Hey baby, I'm sorry to say
Hey babe, I got you all the way."

And now I'm 'bo-out to shoot that loon
Even though it's walkin' to my doom
"Hey baby, it's 'bout time to dance
But beware, sharpshooter, will get ya again"

(transition riff)

Well I can't take it
I just can't dance
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will get you again

Well you can't fake it
You don't understand
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will shoot ya again

Well I can't help it
It's in my glands
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will get you in the end

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...

Unfinished: Illo Fortuna

Can you tell that I'm still in a really good mood? 'Cuz I'm still in a really good mood. My confidence and swag are so fucking high right now, I feel safe and secure enough to share with you what will be amongst some of the awesomest, most power-metallist songs my main band will have penned by yours truly.

It's also a "character song," one of those songs that's meant to be pseudo-in-character, possibly not sung by me but someone who can match the voice properly to my tastes.

I know I might be sounding kinda high-muck-a-muck, and I kinda apologize for that. But no, seriously, I'm so fucking certain of the awesomeness of this song that I might bust out the digital voice recorder in a couple of days and sing it for y'all.

...'cept I hate the way my voice sounds on the DVR. It sounds nothing like it does in person or over a microphone, makes me sound TOTALLY fake and even slightly tinny. Definitely lacks the richness of timbre and passion that I can put into my singing voice.

Anyway, enough of that! Here is the song that will be done when we reveal a major character and plot point for the band, the Gypsy King, the Mystic Wandered: Illo Fortuna.

Why did I choose such a latinish-italianish sounding name? Because fuck you, that's why.

All of you should, by now, know how my story writing goes. The Rule of Cool and The Rule of Badass reigns supreme in my world.

And Illo Fortuna is one of the awesomest, crankiest, most sinister old guys in ANY of my storylines.

I, Illo Fortuna

I hold the power...
I hold the power...
I AM the power...

I am the modern day Prometheus
Bridging the spectre of the modern age
I am the founding father of your kind
Instilling within your race my endless rage

Endless rage
Instilling within you
my endless rage

I am the hand that rocks the cradle
For I am the hand that rocks your world
I am the mystic wanderer, gypsy king
Witholding the secrets, taunting endlessly

Endlessly
withhold secrets, taunting
Endless-ly

Within the throbbing of the universe
There rests your future wealth and legacy
I am the steel foundation of my sword
Sowing destruction showing no mercy

(HOLD THE LINE)
Into the breach we go
(HOLD THE LINE) CHILDREN
Into the tear we go

(bridge)

Behold now
the works of mankind

Shriven and fallen
like atomic ashes

Behold now
the en-e-my

Riven and faithless
heart black as sackloth

(bridge 2)

(solo 1)

I am the modern day Prometheus


(solo 2)

(coda)

(HOLD THE LINE)
Into the darkness
(HOLD THE LINE)
Into the void we shall go
(HOLD THE LINE)
Children, wanderin', seekers all
(HOLD THE LINE)
Into the night we shall fall

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on to the mysteries

Hold on Hold on Hold on
My children
Into the breach we go
(HOLD THE LINE)
Children, wanderers, strangers
All of us
(HOLD THE LINE)
Into
The dark
We go
(HOLD THE LINE)

You Make Me Feel Old

Another song I wrote for her. Another song I haven't been able to even look at until tonight.

Huh. Like I've said before, I'm not okay, not at all...but I'm gettin' better.

Anyway, the beat is simple as hell, repetitive, and honestly it's all about that ramble. Pretty much the first half of the song I wrote for her, the rest I filled in with random rambling.

Today I just look at it as a man with a younger-woman fetish and an older-woman fetish serenading the two women he wants to taste most into his bed.

Believe it or not, this song isn't actually done yet. The timing is off, ESPECIALLY towards the end, but until we can get together and do the song so I can start the ranting properly, I can't remember it otherwise.

You make me feel o~ld
O~ld
And I swear that ahhhh
With you, it never feels wrong

I speak of the Stones...
And the Ramones
And you look up at me
And ask "Who are the Stones?"

YOU MAKE ME FEEL O~LD!!!!
O~LD!!!!
But I swear that aaaah
With you, it never feels wrong

Do I rob the cradle
Or do you rob the grave
Does ten years really matter?
Only if you're in tenth grade

YOU MAKE ME FEEL O~LD!!!!
O~LD!!!!
But I swear that aaaah
With you, it never feels wrong

We visit your mom
Who's kinda smokin' hot
And I swear those glances
Fogged up my reading glasses

OOOOOOOOOOOLD
WOAH-OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOOLD
OLDER THAN SCHOOL AND
OLDER THAN RAINBOWS
'MEMBER WHEN THEY WERE
IN BLACK AND WHITE?

OOOOOOOOOOOLD
WOAH-OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOOLD
OLDER THAN DIRT AND
OLDER THAN RADIO
'MEMBER WHEN T.V. KILLED
THE RADIO STAR?

I REMEMBER THE MTV
'MEMBER THE BET
'MEMBER THE UPN
'MEMBER IT ALL WHEN I

LIVED THROUGH THE '80'S AND
LIVED THROUGH THE '90'S
RIGHT WHEN YOU WERE BORN

OOOOOOOOOOOLD
WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOLD!
WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....

Ohhhhhh my darlin'

(breakdown to coda) - ramble here about having sex with the girl and her mother

You make me feeeeel...
ollllllllllllld.

OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD

But it's alriiiiight
After all you can feel my love
by the end of this song

And Then You Realized

A standalone song/vocalized thing meant to be accompanied with an acoustic guitar, drums, and friggin' trombones.

Yeah, I dunno...just wrote it up and I'm still fucking around with it, but figured it's good as a "somethin' different" kinda post.

And the bearded lady
Practices what she preaches
For your money
She'll work for your pay

And hidden in the shadows
That clown does his thing
Twisting balloons
Twisted fantasies

Oh, it's there
A night time brigade
A real horrorshow
A creature feature

to last the ages

but don't you worry
about life's little problems
this jaded mystery
don't look away

just drown your misery

the sad little men
come tumbling out of clown cars
they're running again
with their floppy shoes

and don't question why
the magician's tricks are obvious
the shadows on the ground
show the assistants wires

what you might lose
if you point it out
might be greater for what it's worth
then what you may find out

don't cheapen your innocence
don't dare to let go
just keep on laughing
at the horrorshow

presented for you

Don't look away
Don't think in vain
Don't try the tricks
You'll lose again

and it's there
A night time brigade
A real horrorshow
A creature feature

to last the ages

but don't you worry
about life's little problems
this jaded mystery
don't look away

just drown out your misery

somethin' to ease the pain
somethin' to ease the pain
of transition
come again

somethin' to ease the pain
emotions you can't restrain
of transition
revel
revel
in the pain

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!!!

Another Prom Song (With Zombies)

Yet another really likeable one of mine, Another Prom Song was initially slated for A Night of Complete Horrorshow, only to end up as a back-to-back on Internet Terrorists.

Both songs featured a stripped-down, clean guitar prom rock sound and are just effin' cool to sing. I actually use practically the same vocals for this that I do for "Blue Moon," but I've heard from others that when I do 'em side by side for comparison they're completely different.

Peh, I hear what I hear, y'knowwhatImean?

Funny story, for the first two lines of each verse is supposed to be vocals and a kick-beat only, then everyone jumps in afterwards...but for some reason I didn't actually type that out on my notes. I gotta remember to do that or I might confuse m'band...

That and there's this xylophone sound that actually sparks up at hear and there all over the place on the song, only I recently found out it's the same goddamned xylophone tune that Gnarles Barkley used for "Gone Daddy Gone." Dunno if I still wanna roll with it, but it sounds sooooo fuckin' awesome though! We might just have to ask them to borrow it or somethin'...

The rings and the chains
and her rotting brains
(music starts)
That's how we love
like lovers
should

Comin' on home on a friday night
I'm feelin'
kinda shaky and my nerves are tight
But you know
In the crypt
In the tomb
Like lovers should

Alone at your tomb I'm waitin' for you
I'm feelin'
kinda wonky and I'm ready to do
What I must
In the grave
In her bed
Like lovers do

('Cuz when your darlings' a zombie
Your best friends a shovel) and a spade
(Creeping and crawling and stalking the night)
Performing atrocities unafraid
Ready to face the day together
Ready to face the day to come
Ready to face the day~!

(bridge)

(Creeping and crawling we stalk)

Her bones jangling
Her viscera gleams
(music starts)
That's how we love
Like lovers do

Take her to meet my ol' mom and dad
I'm reelin'
From the blows she delivers to them
And then we
drag 'em home
drag 'em down
Like lovers would

Finishing what she's done unto me
I'm seein'
Her point of view and it's plain to see
And now we
Lay me down
Lay her down
Like lovers do(oooh)

Like lovers do(oooh)
Like lovers
Do-do lay me down
lay we down
like lovers doooo~!

Zombifier

Okay, we got two songs that are considered "Prom Rock," so to speak, on our first album. As I've stated before, my main doesn't deal with only one genre but rather Hard Rock, Punk, as well as Heavy Metal. None of my songs really encapsulate that more than Zombifier and Another Prom Song (With Zombies).

Funny story, I actually had to add Another Prom Song AFTER the inception of the songlist for Internet Terrorists. It was my drummer who basically argued that we shouldn't split them but, rather, put 'em both on the same album...initially Another Prom Song was going to be on the A Night Of Complete Horrorshow album. SOOOO, if'n the album drops and y'all pick it up and like it? Yeah, you can thank my drummer for that.

(LAAAAAA)x3
Laaa-aaaaa, Aaaah-woaaaah...

Well I knew I should have told you girl
But you're killin' me (twice dead~!)
And it is true I have left you blue
And it's killin' you since (I've le-eft)

Girl I knew somethin' gone wrong
And it's tearin' me apart
I'm simply left here won-der-in'
The moment you tore out mah hea~rt!

(beat slows down, background vocals stop)

Oh girl, I should've told you
That I was already dea~d...

Oh girl, I should've told you
That I was already dead....

(beat picks backup, background vocals continue)

(LAAAAAA)x3
Laaa-aaaaa, Aaaah-woaaaah...

I never should have told you, girl
The day you left me (so wron~g!)
Oh well it was true I never knew you
Only the illusions of you that (I saw~!)

Girl I knew somethin' was wrong
Once you tore me to peic-es
But it's okay
I like it this way
Loved you right from the start...

Girl I should've seen it comin'...
You liked to play with the dead.

(LAAAAAA)x3
Oooooooh-woaaaaaah...

(bridge)
(bridge lyrics)
Everyone's at the prom
Runnin' helter skelter
Runnin' 'round in viscera
Goin' to and fro

Everyone at the ballroom
Runnin'' helter skelter
Runnin' 'round in viscera
Runnin' to and fro...

(LAAAAAA)x3
Laaa-aaaaa, Aaaah-woaaaah...

Well I knew I should have told you girl
But you're killin' me (twice dead~!)
And it is true I have left you blue
And it's killin' you since (I've le-eft)

Girl I knew somethin' gone wrong
And it's tearin' me apart
I'm simply left here won-der-in'
The moment you tore out mah hea~rt!

(beat slows down, background vocals stop)

Oh girl, I should've told you
But I was already dea~d...

(LAAAAAA)x3
Laaa-aaaaa, Aaaah-woaaaah...

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

1200 lbs. of Penis

Project: My main band, "Internet Terrorists."

I noticed I put up two songs that were a bit more serious than I should start this blog off with, y'know? So yeah, here's one from our Five Moves of Doom demo, which will HOPEFULLY SOMETIME SOON get the fuck cut. 'Cuz, y'know, WE HAVE NO FUCKING JAMSPACE! It'll come though, just gotta call up these warehouses tomorrow...see if I can rent some place for us to do work.

(TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS
OF
PENIS) x2

Every night I go out to
satisfy my lust
the people all love me
they surround me with their trust

Whipping and slapping
every upturned ass I see
give them a pearl necklace
it means nothing to me

I've used and abused
slaves from Mars to Venus
they come to expect it
I got twelve-hundred pounds of penis!

I hate to think with my dicks
That's not how I like to get my kicks
It feels so right but it looks so wrong
I don't care I just wanna get it on


(chorus)

(TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS
OF
PENIS)x3

Bridge
(During bridge, this is spoken by the lead vocals):

I'ts not like it's one huge cock you know, it's actually seven of them. Seven huge freakin' tentacle genitals! Genticles! All of them are for you and our DAAAAAAAAARLING slaves, baby, yeah! Well all except for the seventh one, that's dirty and for potty time onliy! What, you want me to do what with my dirty potty genticle?! Ewwww, no! Pee time is meeee tiiiiiime! Oh, okay, just this once! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGH!)

(break back into verse)

Get a squid in a leglock
and you'll look just like me
Y'know I got Cthulu
hanging down in my pants

I work so hard to
fit in with society
only to discover
the truth will set you free

From the poor to the rich
ask anyone who's seen us
They'll tell you about how
I GOT TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS OF PENIS!

I hate to think with my dicks
That's not how I like to get my kicks
It feels so right but it looks so wrong
I don't care I just wanna get it on

(chorus)
(TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS
OF
PENIS)x3

Penorz!
Penii!
Penises!
Penonos!
...(skip three beats, then) PEEEENAAAAAAAUS! (whole band: PEEEENAAAAAAAUS!!!!!!0

The Happening (name pending)

Project: My Main Band, "Internet Terrorists"

Note: The name is still pending, and this is yet another fast punk song yet this one is only slightly more technical than Feel Good. Plus this one demands multiple vocalists, in the very least two.


Bigger and better
(and more and more and more and more)
All around you (all around you)
Inundations

Advertisements
Tell you exactly what you want
All about you (they surround you)
Intimidation

Perhaps (no way)
you can settle always better
truth is true malleable
Always you have known that

(chorus)

(You cannot hide from the reality
Of the situation that you find yourself in
You cannot hide from the abject misery)
Depression is truly universal

(You cannot hide from the reality
Of the situation that you find yourself in
You cannot hide from the abject consequences)
The responses of reactions you have engendered

(bridge)

Bigger and better
and more and more and more and more
All around you (all around you)
Inundations

Advertisements
Tell you exactly what you want (to hear)
All about you (all about you)
Intimidation

Perhaps (NO WAY!)
you can settle always better
truth is true malleable
Always you have known that

(chorus)

(You cannot hide from the reality
Of the situation that you find yourself in
You cannot hide from the abject misery)
Depression is truly universal

(You cannot hide from the reality
Of the situation that you find yourself in
You cannot hide from the abject consequences)
The responses of reactions you have engendered

A Feel Good Punk Song

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

You cannot prove that you are real
You can't know just what I feel
You lack definite perspective
Go ahead and define the prescription

(drop an octave)
It's economical
It's all political
The truth that they try to hide
The shackles are in your mind

You forget your bravery
You forget you're the missing link
Nevermind their messages
Just stayed glued to your televisions

(chorus)

All your favorite tunes
All your favorite shows
Mass produced fashions
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MEDIA SHIIIIIILLS

All your favorite songs
All your faved beliefs
Mass produced fascism
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MORAL WATCHDOOOOGS

(bridge)

You disapprove of reality
You plug up your ears and scream
Logic and reason mean nothing
You'd rather be safe in your beliefs

(drop an octave)
Comfort and safety in your dreams
All is not as what it seems
Vapid attention is what you seek
Your mistakes your children will have to reap

You cannot prove that you are real
You can't know just what I feel
You lack definite perspective
Go ahead and define the prescription

(chorus)

All your favorite tunes
All your favorite shows
Mass produced fashions
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MEDIA SHIIIIIILLS

All your favorite songs
All your faved beliefs
Mass produced fascism
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MORAL WATCHDOOOOGS