Friday 23 January 2015
Friday 16 January 2015
Wyjasnienie by Dorota Szumilas
A spoken word piece kindly supplied by Dorota Szumilas who hails from Poland.
Friday 9 January 2015
Terminal Hierophantiasis by Antares @ Guano Breath
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Inspired by a poem drafted in 1969 and recorded over 3 sessions in 1986.
TERMINAL HIEROPHANTIASIS
we bow our heads in unison & listen
to benisons in latin as we
sit on satin cushions
in silence
with violent visions
of serpents & surplices
& sacred bullocks
& cassocks & castration
casting lustral pearls
at lugubrious swine
that wallow in goodswill
on the dunghill of time
popping corn & copping porn
pages from hoary wisdom torn:
O HEAVENLY FATHOPE
GRUNT UNTO US
IN THIS THE HOUR OF OUR SORDID GREED
WE PLEAD WITH BEADS OF GRUBBY CREED
IN CHUBBY FINGERS
from the foulpit to the pulpit
of the chosen pew
we send forth solemn nostrums
from the rostrum
to our beloved token jew
FORGIVE US OUR FOREFATHERS' FORESKINS
AND GIVE US THIS DAY A DULL RAP
ON THE SKULL CAP
OR SOME CLAP TRAP
oh we think we know we see
whom & how & whatsoever we should be
for all is ultimately part & parson
of immortality
(so help me)
wherefore this common porridge:
this grim & grueling gravy
in which organisms sink or swim
suspended in acute & minute animation
doomed to drink & be drunk
& perchance be merry
or to suffer indigestion &/or indigestibility?
BY THE MONAD'S GONADS,
ANSWER ME!
we bow our heads
over supper sipping soup
but does it really matter
if tablemanners are observed
or if slurping sounds delicious?
after all the tiny whiny citizens
aswoon or aswirl in their own dire mansions
in our soupy microcosm
are also busy bowing pious little heads
over teeny weeny bowls of perfect beans...
And be it so.
Composed, performed & mixed by Antares
Inspired by a poem drafted in 1969 and recorded over 3 sessions in 1986.
TERMINAL HIEROPHANTIASIS
we bow our heads in unison & listen
to benisons in latin as we
sit on satin cushions
in silence
with violent visions
of serpents & surplices
& sacred bullocks
& cassocks & castration
casting lustral pearls
at lugubrious swine
that wallow in goodswill
on the dunghill of time
popping corn & copping porn
pages from hoary wisdom torn:
O HEAVENLY FATHOPE
GRUNT UNTO US
IN THIS THE HOUR OF OUR SORDID GREED
WE PLEAD WITH BEADS OF GRUBBY CREED
IN CHUBBY FINGERS
of the chosen pew
we send forth solemn nostrums
from the rostrum
to our beloved token jew
FORGIVE US OUR FOREFATHERS' FORESKINS
AND GIVE US THIS DAY A DULL RAP
ON THE SKULL CAP
OR SOME CLAP TRAP
oh we think we know we see
whom & how & whatsoever we should be
for all is ultimately part & parson
of immortality
(so help me)
wherefore this common porridge:
this grim & grueling gravy
in which organisms sink or swim
suspended in acute & minute animation
doomed to drink & be drunk
& perchance be merry
or to suffer indigestion &/or indigestibility?
ANSWER ME!
we bow our heads
over supper sipping soup
but does it really matter
if tablemanners are observed
or if slurping sounds delicious?
after all the tiny whiny citizens
aswoon or aswirl in their own dire mansions
in our soupy microcosm
are also busy bowing pious little heads
over teeny weeny bowls of perfect beans...
And be it so.
Composed, performed & mixed by Antares
Friday 2 January 2015
who do I gotta kill today?
If you think that "Kill Today" is a song consisting of words that are sung, then you clearly don't know what singing is. But if audible words are not sung, then by default they must be spoken.
Therefore, this post is on-topic!
Music or not, I suggest you crank up the volume (and most especially the Bass) to the max!
A Night in the Day of a Reluctant Psychopath
Once I went walking but I lost my way
Then right up ahead was a little cafe
I walked right in, said "what's the special today?"
The waiter was a man of many years
He said "all you'll get is blood, sweat and tears."
I laughed as I shot that man in the face
Then I turned and I ran right out of that place.
Why, why, why...
Why, why, why...
Couldn't see my next move
Couldn't see my way clear
I just couldn't find my way home...
Got no money, and no place to go
Cold and hungry, and I'm feeling kinda low
Got no friends and I got no wife
Travelling light, most of my life
A man with no love, in a world with no soul
The undead living in a deep, dark hole.
Couldn't see my next move
Couldn't see my way clear
Couldn't find my way home
Can't seem to find my way home tonight...
My life is a mess and I'm out of control
Got no destination and I got no goal
I'm gonna lay me down, lay me down and die
Just wish I knew the reason why
Down on my knees I begin to pray
Lord who do I gotta kill today?
Please tell me who do I gotta kill today
I hear voices that I must obey
And I wonder why...
Why, why, why...
Why, why, why...
Can't seem to find my way home tonight.
Cosmic Rapture and Masterymistery are two of the names by which the creator is known.
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Music / MP3 Download: Who do I gotta kill today? out now at I-Tunes
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