Nevermore

A whore's a whore forevermore

The doors are locked

The cabinets stocked

We've guns to cock

Get cracking

Nothing's lacking!

We've got it all worked out

There's nothing missing

So quit your slacking

Fucking, kissing

You name it kid

What didn't they do?

What didn't they did?

Step right up

Scandals! Scandals!

We got photos of the kid

Right down to his sandals

We got photos of the kid

Get a good handle

Get a good spot

Never set foot outside again

Never ceasing

Never stopping

A whore's a whore

But nevermore

I love this one so much.

Dear internet,

I'm sorry for focusing every single fucking thing I write on the Abrahamic devil.

As long as I apologise it makes it alright, doesn't it?

I really like this one. I think it's cute.

Fig1. C | F | C | C
Fig2. G | G | D | C

G | C | D | D

G | G | D | C

G | D | G | G
Or something like that.

Fig.1

Yeah, I get it

We done wrong in your books

Something not easily forgiven

Yeah, I get it

We're both going to hell

But that's just it

That's what I'm looking forward to

Fig.2

We'll burn in flame together

My little man and me

Right down here from God's good grace we fell

But we were willing

To put up with a lifetime of your shit

If we can spend eternity together in hell

Fig1.

The brimstone's creeping up quickly now

My love, but don't you cry

The Devil ain't got nothing on our sins

See the folks up there they figure

That we're better of to die

So we'll just burn up side by side until the end

Fig2.

We'll burn in flame together

My little man and me

Right down here from God's good grace we fell

But we were willing

To put up with a lifetime of your shit

If we can spend eternity together in hell

Fig1.

There isn't much I reckon

That could drag us two apart

In fact I'll wager there's nothing in the world

We found out there ain't nothing

In the other one as well

Our love's worth more than a thousand shiny pearls

Fig2.

We'll burn in flame together

My little man and me

Right down here from God's good grace we fell

But we were willing

To put up with a lifetime of your shit

If we can spend eternity together in hell

Cloven hoof.

An eye for an eye

A tooth for a tooth

A lie for a lie

A truth and a truth

A life for a life

By the cloven hoof

A drink in vain

And arms uncouth

Branches as veins

Launched, forsooth

A life for a life

By the cloven hoof

Raja

Ten thousand years I've waited

Underneath the wastes

Now I am free, now I am free

Seek the abated and the chaste

Wake the destroyer, Raja

Aroused of the single cell

Wake the destroyer

Await the masses, the hordes

Drown in a sea of sand

Hear him calling, hear him calling

By sword, by the destroyer's hand

Wake the destroyer, Raja

Aroused of the single cell

Wake the destroyer

Raja

Five for three.

That's a good idea, Jason. Sort of. Maybe.

Five lines/sentences on three images.

"Did it work? Are you functioning?"
"I don't know, I don't feel much different."
"You're not meant to feel anything. Do you feel anything?"
There was no real need to ask, the neuro-visual array was working fine: she was finished.
"Good, that'll save a lot of time and tears later."

It felt. It wasn't a part of the land; it was the land. It was every rock, every root, every pile of moss, everything slashed and hacked, and every stone unturned. It feels your footsteps and your fire; the trees its ears and eyes. And it felt them too, and they felt it, perfectly layered symbiosis pushing through ages, untouched.

"Fuck. Someone already started here. Dave? Dave!"
"What? Oh shit tits. Who was scheduled then?"
"Fuck if I know. I'll bet it was Linda. Trust that bitch to steal my cases."
"Trust. Look, we'll just find another one to get going with, okay?"
"Fuck it, I'm sick of Linda's shit, I'm taking tomorrow off. Tell Simon I'm sick or something. Fuck."

I don't know who Linda, Simon, and Dave are, but it's nice to think that they're cosmic creator beings.

Strata

Turning

Turning

Wheels are turning

Cogs are burning

Now unfurling

Roots and branches

Distanced so

Branched, insightful

Roots so frightful

Down beneath canopy

Beneath the mulch

Beneath the sea

Beneath the scum

And you will see

The molten core

But best not flee

For what's in store

Well, we will see

Branches parted

Shh, it's started

Get to the heart

Of the cold cold hearted

Petals burst

And shrivel thus

But the petals are not

What you came to see

You came to see

Beneath the sea

Beneath the mulch

Beneath the scum

You came to see the cogs

You came to see the wheels

Musical metaphor.

6/8

Fig1. Ab | Bbm | Ab inv.1 | Db

They fill the space

Between the lines

Shuffling out of time

And I must acquiesce

A harmony so out of line

It doesn't have to be

You try to fill the space

Between the places

Along the blurry faces

It doesn't have to be

It could be different in different cases

Fig2. Bbm | Ab inv.1 | Db | Eb

Whatever walls there are

Are only there to be torn down

Bbm | Ab inv.1 | Db | Db
And whatever walls we'll find
We'll tear right down

Fig1.

A perfect fifth

A minor third

We'll make it all

We'll show the world

All discordance

It must amount

To harmony

A unique sound

The cadence point

Will bring relief

From tension

In the harmonic briefest

Of times, in time

We'll show the world

Fig2.

Whatever walls there are

Are only there to be torn down

Whatever walls we'll find

We'll tear right down

How about that?

I want to play music for people so they understand me.
I want them to be able to feel my soul when I play just like I do.

I finally get it.

Short words.

Out in the barn, the Devil and his boys

Out in the barn, the prince of lies toys with you

Tooth for a tooth, fighting end to end

Truth for a truth, Lucifer sends for you

You couldn't help yourself could you?

Dance around the heathen fire

Fueled by whiskey and barbed wire

A flame mirrored in a burning sky

Trapped in his eyes

We couldn't help ourselves, but could we try?

The angels and the demons coming for you

But could you even tell the difference between the two?

A fight's a fight and a good one too
Each one of them will find you in time

Out in the barn, the Devil and his boys

Out in the barn, the angels and their toys

Tooth for claw, wings signalling the end

'You're not going nowhere's the message they send

AND JUST SO I DON'T FORGET.

Fig.1 Am - C - Am - C
Fig.2 Dm - E - F - G

Wheels and trees.

The wheels will get you

Wheels in wheels

Feels and feels

Like bone that's meal

Like bones that feel

Like knobbly knees

The bones will feed

The wheels will see

The trees will find you

They're burning red

You'll all burn instead

Fire in sin's stead

Like wine it's bled

It's pure and red

The trees will be fed

No more to be said

Why, vague and wildly under informed Biblical references are my specialty!