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Buzzard
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Buzzard
Where did the savior die?
Look where the buzzards fly.
Where did the hammer land?
Look in the savior’s hand.
Where did Mary weep?
Look where the buzzards sleep.
Where did Lazarus rise?
Look in the buzzard’s eyes.
Where did Caesar murder all the others?
Up in the sky, look…
How did the innocence pass?
Slick as a snake in the grass.
Who condemned our sins?
The voice of God in a whirlwind.
Why did Satan rebel?
So he could rule in Hell.
Who did Judas kiss?
The face on the crucifix.
Where did the lethal blows lay low the lovers?
Out in the west, look.
Where did the angels sing?
On the tip of the buzzard’s wing.
Where was the death of the priest?
On the hill where the buzzards feast.
Where do we go now for our last supper?
Out in the east,
Look for the buzzards.
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Gods of Death
03:36
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Gods of Death
In the halls of Valhalla in the sky
The food runs out, the casks of wine go dry.
Driven mad, the warriors clash
Consuming one another’s flesh.
On the River Styx, Charon rows across
To ferry souls down to Hades lost
Where they find no relief
Rending hair and gnashing teeth.
The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh,
Empty inside,
For even the gods of death must die.
In Bethlehem the kings got mad
About the savior Mary never had.
All their gifts were wasted
On a creature born of lust and hatred.
The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh,
Empty inside,
For even the gods of death must die.
Oh, oh the gods of death must die.
Oh, oh, oh the gods of death.
At the Vatican, me I got pissed
At the God I know does not exist.
For all our seven billion hells
There’s none to blame but ourselves.
The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh,
Empty inside,
For even the gods of death must die.
Oh, oh the gods of death must die.
Oh, oh, oh the gods of death.
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Witch's Revenge
04:12
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Witch’s Revenge
Once upon a wicked time in Salem
A witch escapes, hellbent on mayhem.
A warrior for her sex,
Antinomy casts her hex.
For centuries she conjures familiars,
Mistresses, maniacs, and mothers
To put the male in his place
As the vile member of the race.
There comes an end
To the rule of men.
There comes a time for Antinomy to begin.
Her coven terminates Y chromosomes.
Surviving males toil in nursing homes,
Their seed frozen in jars.
Free at last, the witches fly among the stars.
There comes an end
To the rule of men.
There comes a time for Antinomy to begin.
Antinomy says,
“It’s the end of men
So let’s begin
The witch’s revenge.”
There comes an end
To the rule of men.
There comes a time for Antinomy to begin.
Antinomy says,
“It’s the end of men
So let’s begin
The witch’s revenge.”
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Lord of Darkness
03:38
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The Lord of Darkness
May the Lord of Darkness be my witness
As I swear to assassinate the tyrants,
I pledge allegiance to the grave
Of the master to avenge the slave.
May the Lord of Darkness be my teacher
As I learn to scorn the holy scripture,
Where the lies of men unfold
In the testaments both new and old.
May all believers betray their leaders.
May all the faithful collapse with doubt.
May every devil make angels tremble.
May every nun have fun when she goes south.
May the Lord of Darkness be my beacon
Guiding me away from the nation,
Making me a derelict,
Blasphemer, wolf, and heretic.
May the Lord of Darkness be my lover
Whose love for nothingness lasts forever,
Until creation’s been destroyed
And all that’s left is nothing, null and void.
May every mass be black as pitch.
May every needle prick the arm.
May every genius succumb to madness.
May every infidel escape from harm.
May the sacred wake up hungover naked
In the beds of seven whores.
May the mighty fall down heavy
Corrupted and pathetic on the floor.
May every Lord be the Lord of Darkness.
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Morphine
03:38
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Morphine
At night the ship sails away
Adrift on black unbroken waves.
Pain dissolves into a sea
Of bourbon, tears, blood, morphine.
Morphine, I’m free.
Soldiers on leave, they growl, they’re pissed.
Mascara smears on a fist.
Five-star hotels unveil the spread.
Hospitals spare one more bed.
Morphine, I’m free.
You’re numb to the glory of harbor lights.
The doctor says you’ll be fine. He’s right.
Morphine, I’m free.
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Cockroaches and Weed
04:01
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Cockroaches and Weed
Here comes Armageddon,
Viruses and radiation.
Rising from the acid rain,
Only two forms of life remain.
Rise, come out, stand up.
No more humanity.
Rise, come out, stand up,
Cockroaches and weed.
No human survivors,
No us, no them.
No human survivors,
No her, no him.
No human survivors,
No you, no me.
No human survivors—
Just cockroaches and weed.
Millions of years go by.
They evolve in body and mind.
Ganja forests heal the globe.
The roaches dance in flowing wizard robes.
Time, they grow, they learn.
Antennae spread the seed.
Time they grow, they learn,
No more power, hate or greed.
No human survivors,
No us, no them.
No human survivors,
No her, no him.
No human survivors,
No you, no me.
Only two survivors:
Stoner cockroaches and weed.
Here come rainbow rockets
Flown by the insect prophets.
Smoke swirls through the galaxy.
They're teaching peace, love, and harmony.
No human survivors,
No us, no them.
No human survivors,
No her, no him.
No human survivors,
No you, no me.
Caravans of celestial
Holy cockroaches and weed.
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Lucifer Rise
03:07
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Lucifer Rise
Rise, Lucifer, rise
Just one time.
Slay my opponents
With a thousand knives,
The tyrant, the butcher,
The lawyer, the priest.
Return this dominion
To the birds and the beasts.
Oh my angel,
Oh my angel, Lucifer, rise.
Rise, Lucifer, rise
For a one time deal.
Billions of souls beseech you
With apocalyptic zeal.
I stand on the edge of perdition.
Come on, give me a shove.
Exact revenge on the Father
Who fails to give us love.
Oh my angel,
Oh my angel, Lucifer, rise.
I got wise to the wicked.
Now I got a word for the wise.
Kiss the babies you love goodbye.
Rebels deal with the Devil
‘Cause the Devil knows how to deal
With the Lord’s enforcers.
Kneel, evangelist, kneel.
Rise, Lucifer, rise.
All I ask in return
Is for all of hell to sing,
And for all of heaven to burn.
Oh my angel,
Oh my angel, Lucifer, rise.
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8. |
Death Metal in America
03:21
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I see a new death metal band
In the home of the brave.
A hyperactive drummer
Hungover from the grave
Hits a double kick,
A cymbal crash, a floor tom.
In comes the guitar
With a harmonic dive bomb.
Distorted bass
Lays down a groove.
Fists pumping in the pit,
Hungry masses move.
The bowel-churning vocalist
Growling at the hordes
Says, “Thanks for coming guys!”
Ripping up his vocal cords.
Misanthropic anthems
Stirring up the nation,
Nefarious consumption,
Infernal devastation,
Malevolence and mayhem
In the land of the free,
Trucker-hatted hipsters
Throw the horns ironically.
Americana connoisseurs
Turn up their nose.
College kids disdain
The average working Joes.
The lifers and the locals
Drink Jägermeister shots
And wage unholy battle
At seven billion watts.
Hail…
Death metal comes to America.
Mortuary t-shirts,
Apocalyptic swag,
Illegibly a logo
Creeps across a flag.
Critics from the underground
They enjoy the show
Standing there with folded arms
Against the status quo
Of religion, war, gore
Bloody gore and destruction.
Vegetarians discuss
Cattle Decapitation.
Hail, death metal girls,
You can get ahead
In a scene that won’t discriminate
As long as you can shred.
Hail…
Death metal comes to America.
Hail annihilation
Of Main Street USA.
Embrace the coming
Horror, chaos, and decay
Of city versus town,
Left versus Right.
“Thanks for coming, guys,”
Says the band in black,
Waving goodnight.
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9. |
Harvester of Souls
03:18
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Harvester of Souls
Why did you go where the hungry crows
Steal the seeds you sow?
Why did you go where the scarecrow
Climbs down to steal your clothes?
Dark night, no stars,
Bleak hills, black hearts,
Beware, behold
Arms high, head low,
Two eyes burning coal,
The harvester of souls.
Why did you stop where the dead men walk
In the ragweed and the rot?
Why did you talk to the lonely rock
On the grave that God forgot?
Dark night, no stars,
Bleak hills, black hearts,
Beware, behold
Arms high, head low,
Two eyes burning coal,
The harvester of souls.
The harvester calls you home.
The sun like a bloody church bell tolls.
The harvester chills your bones.
Corn husks dried up, cold.
Dark night, no stars,
Bleak hills, black hearts,
Beware, behold
Arms high, head low,
Two eyes burning coal,
The harvester of souls.
Dark night, no stars,
Bleak hills, black hearts,
Dark night, no stars,
Bleak hills, black hearts,
Dark night, no stars,
Bleak hills, black hearts.
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Necro Tech
04:22
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Here comes the future. You know what’s next.
The dark age of necrotech.
Microchips in a dying brain
Electrify and rearrange.
Genetic tools revive the dead
To float in space or dream in bed
Without a care in the world.
No woman, man, boy, or girl
Biodegrades or disappears.
Grins last a billion years.
Tombs turn into labs.
Cadavers sit up on their slabs.
Circuit boards in their skulls,
Decapitated kings evolve.
Cybernetic chromosomes
Control a walking pile of bones.
So alone.
Newborn babies get put down
To be uploaded to the cloud
Where they enjoy their mother’s kiss
In virtual eternal bliss.
The crime of suicide gets worse,
For every death must be reversed.
Chained to their immortal coil,
Poets locked in prison toil.
So alone.
Prometheus was analog.
Necrotech’s the computer god
Reanimating DNA
Until a godless Judgment Day
When finally the sun explodes.
Trillions of terabytes of data load
To cosmic rays and fill the void
With simulated joy.
So alone.
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Low Down Dirty Hungry Dog
The dead have walked the earth for centuries.
Corpses trip, falling to their knees.
When a ship from outer space arrives
To see what earthling life survives.
The alien explorers search the land.
Tentacles touch a rotting hand.
Zombies try to chew the alien skin,
But their teeth fall out, their skulls cave in.
Aliens send in robot police.
Zombies go extinct. The Earth finds peace.
From the shadows stray creatures on four legs
Crawl, wag their tails, grovel, sit, and beg…
Please be my God.
I’m a low down dirty hungry dog.
Oh please be my God.
I’m a low down dirty hungry dog.
Hello, little thing,
I’ll be your god and end your suffering.
The aliens adopt the dogs as pets,
Playing catch, smiling when they fetch,
Scratching their ears, avoiding harm
Until discovering cattle farms
Where the human ranchers once consumed
Chickens, pigs, and cows who fed and bled as food.
Cooking sentient life and frying birds,
Such ideas never had occurred
To the thinkers from their lofty galaxy.
Curious they start eating meat.
Now they build kennels, sharpening their knives,
To satisfy their newfound appetite for the canine.
Please be my God.
I’m a low down dirty hungry dog.
Oh please be my God.
I’m a low down dirty hungry dog.
Hello, little thing
I’ll be your god and end your suffering.
I am god. I am the end of suffering.
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All Things Are Full of Ghosts
All things are full of ghosts.
All things are full of ghosts.
All things are full of ghosts.
All things are full of ghosts.
Every black piano key.
Every white piano key.
Every earthworm.
Every songbird.
Every newsreel.
Every waiting room.
Every altar.
Every murmur.
Every shadow.
Every window.
Every step across the stream.
Every shred of riven leaf.
Every railroad tie.
Every mother’s sigh.
All things are full of ghosts.
All things are full of ghosts.
All things are full of ghosts.
All things are full of ghosts.
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Buzzard Massachusetts
The bleak brainchild of singer/songwriter Christopher Thomas Elliott, Buzzard combines the riffing of Doom, storytelling of Folk, and themes of Weird Fiction, SF, Horror, and social satire.
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