Iron Maiden, Hallowed Be Thy Name
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Nick Cave, Red Right Hand
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand
White Zombie, Blood, Milk, And Sky
The siren sings a
Lonely song of all the
Wants and hungers
The lust of love a brute
Desire - the ledge of life
Goes under - Divide the
Dream into the flesh
Kaleidoscope and -
Candle eyes - Empty
Winds scrape on the
Soul - but never stop
To realize -
Animal whisperings
Intoxicate the night
Hypnotize the deperate
Slow motion light - Wash
Away into the rain
Blood, milk and sky
Hollow moons illuminate
And beauty never dies
Running wild running blind
I breathe the body deep
1,000 years beside myself
I do not sleep - Seduce
The world it never
Screams Dead water lies
Ride the only one who
Knows - Beauty never dies
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
Cats: Macavity
Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat
He's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
The Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's broken every human law
He breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement
You may look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again
Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat
He's very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined in thought
His head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect
His whiskers are uncombed
He sways his head from side to side
With movements like a snake
And when you think he's half asleep
He's always wide awake!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
For he's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable
I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's
And when the larder's looted
Or the jewel cases rifled
Or when the milk is missing
Or another Peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There's the wonder of the thing:
Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there!
And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer, Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
Just controls the operations
The Napoleon of Crime!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
Alice In Chains, Down In A Hole
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man who won't let himself be
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb (Oh I want to be inside of you)
I give this part of me for you (Oh I want to be inside of you)
Sand rains down and here I sit (Oh I want to be inside of you)
Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom (Oh I want to be inside)
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, out of control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Tool, H.
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Alice In Chains, Nutshell
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
Tool, Bottom
My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
but I survive on it ,
and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
and I feel ugly, and dead inside.
Shit adds up at the bottom.
You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild
what's broken.
Too much , too far , too late to lie down now.
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
It's all I have left.
There's no other choice.
I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
But I'm dead inside.
You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
at the bottom.
Megadeth, Mastermind
Anonymous existence, rendered useless to mankind
Destroy the logic volume in the confines of the mind
Enmassed and purposeless, marching in a perfect line
Neo-neuro torture, mental meltdown, a heinous crime
Mastermind, I tell you what to think
I tell you what you need
I tell you what to feel
Invade the core of souls to wipe the lives away
Design vacant beings, welcome the inhuman race
Encrypted horror codes, directive psyche overwrite
Processing brains to pabulum, delete and format living drives
I tell you what's real
Hail to the power age, lest the viral hour comes
Raise the flag of voltage, bow to circuitry unknown
Kneel before the processor, lords of static laugh
Electrons in submission, you must know who I am
I tell you what to think
I didn't care what you thought
I tell you waht to get
I don't care what you got
Subject
Black Sabbath, Luke's Wall/War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerers of death's construction
in the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds... Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
they only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has struck the hour
Day of judgement, god is calling on their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
ALL RIGHT NOW!
Venom, Speed King
Good golly said little Miss Molly
When she was rockin in the house of the blue light
Tooty Fruity was oh so rotty
Rockin to the east and west
Loucile was oh so real
When she didn't do her daddy's will
Come on baby, drive me crazy
You can do it, you can do it
I'm a speed king, hear me sing
Yes, I'm a speed king, see me fly
Sat night and I just got paid
Gonna fool about now aint gonna save
People gonna rock, people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Heard headed woman, soft heart man
they been causin trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
Cause I'm a speed king
hear me sing, speed king, see me fly
Good golly said little Miss Molly
Whe she was rockin in the house of the blue light
Tooty Fruity was oh so rotty
Rockin to the east and west
Heard headed woman, soft heart man
they been causin trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
Tool, Disgustipated
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........
This is necessary.
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field
, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.
| The Return Of the Cleaning Ladies Wednesday. 8.11.04 12:58 pm Approximately five hours ahead of scheduel they came. We had no choice, we had to hide. Niether of us was prepared at 9:00AM in the morning. I was in my boxers and my mom was in the her room on the computer. Why... Why five hours early?
When they doorbell rang my heart skipped a beat. I knew who was there... I just couldn't bring myself to look. I had firgured my mom would open the door anyways; she did not however. In fact, she looked quite pissed when I looked down the hallway to see if she was going to open the door for them.
I ran into my room and through on the cloths I had been wearing the day before... there was no time to be picky. The door bell rang again... and again... and again. It was insanity... They simply would not give up.
One of them signaled the other to go around to the back door. The one at the front began knocking on the door, while the one now at the back rang the doorbell... Why wouldn't they just leave? Can't they tell time?
A minute or two later, they gave up on ringing and knocking. I saw the one in the front neal down... It suddenly hit me... They were looking under potted plants for any house keys we might have hid there... I couldn't believe it, What kind of cleaning ladies do that?
I mean seriously, would they actually come into the house without permision? Would they take the key and come in when no one is here? There has got to be some sort of law against that.
They soon realised there is no key hidden anywhere at my house... So they gave up and left... I let out a deep sigh of reliefe. I couldn't believe their persistance. Luckily they had not seen us... I really don't know why my mom won't hire new cleaning ladies...
I mean seriously... they seem to come at whatever time they feel like it... plus they take all of our towels, rags, garbage bags, paper towls, and soap. I don't mean they just use that stuff for cleaning either. They actually take all of it with them, everytime. These cleaning ladies are bad news.
In fact, It is my theory that they belong to a secret cult that practices the rituals of sacrificing cleaning supplies to please their leader. I'm just lucky that I was not home when they came back the second time... Yeah... they actually came back at the right time. Comment! (7) | Recommend! Thursday. 8.5.04 1:14 pm I don't know how long I've lived in this darkness. It's almost as though I never learned to see. I've went so long in the dark, that the light seems so wierd. It's very different, now that I have the light to show me the way; it's as though I feel it's useless. There is nothing the light can show me that I didn't learn how to find in the dark.
Being in the darkness for so long has perhaps benifitted me in many ways. Perhaps it has given me a 6th sense to aid me. I'm really not sure what it is... maybe I can see better in the dark than other people... or maybe I just know what I am doing so well, that I could do it with my eyes shut. Either way you put it, I have overcome the darkness and am far more skilled for it.
So it was only yesterday that I aquired the light. The light is good, it shows me the way, it makes life easy. Then again, I keep thinking to myself... was it ever hard? I mean, I don't ever remember it being hard... infact, I don't think I need the light at all... perhaps using it is just making me weaker...
So anyways... I just got backup lights for my car... Apparently I never had backuplights that worked... wierd. I don't know how my car ever passed inspection. So yeah, it was completely different backing up last night... everything was illuminated. However, I'm a little concerned that by inlisting the help of backup lights, that I am sacrificing a skill that I have aquired.
Perhaps if I don't use the backup lights... I could develop super powers. I mean how cool would that be? It would be a shame to just give that up for this so called convenience known as backup lights. I don't even need them... and they could be hindering me from developing super powers... and damn it I want super powers... perhaps lazer eyes... who knows... maybe I should go disconnect them right now.
 "sharks don't look back. They can never look back, they don't have necks" -Futurama Comment! (7) | Recommend! Monday. 8.2.04 3:14 pm Sometimes, you can feel it, feel it in your bones. As if there is some negative force running through each limb of your body. Like you are possessed, or consumed by some greater force. Something is taking over, something is bending your will unto it's own. What could it be? Why? Questions that are impossible to answere. The only thing that you can understand, is that you don't understand... That's just the way it goes.
Whatever it is that changes you, it does so reguardless of your will. It refocuses your creativity and your mind. Things that were once dull and out of focus are now so much clearer; and things that were once clear to you have been faded out. It makes you look at what you've been doing and question its integrity. It makes you turn around and realise there is another way... It makes you reconsider and wonder if you have been going the wrong direction this whole time.
So what? you think to yourself, there is no turning back now. However, it won't let you blind yourslef to the truth. It will make you realise, it's never to late to start walking in the right direction. It's never to late to make a change. It gives you all the confidence you need to pick yourself back up and start doing things different.
but do you really want to?
Indecisiveness... this is the outcome... and it will rule your life.
So wtf was all this about right? I'm sure that's what everyone is thinking right about now... That is to be expected I suppose. Well, this is what it's like whenever I go to the store. That's right, anything from picking out some cereal to picking out a new video game. They all lead to the same outcome. As soon as I find what I want... something tries to change my mind... it causes chaos... a confusion that cannot be cured.
I've come to realise that my indecisiveness will rule my life more or less. I don't think I will ever be able to choose what I want. It's never a clear cut decision. It teeters back and forth, and never seems to stop. One minute one choice seems better, the next minute another seems better... There is never an end to it... it's madness
Sometimes it's just impossible to make a decision Comment! (8) | Recommend! Thursday. 7.29.04 1:45 pm Ok, so I was walking into my room the other day, and I heard the wierdest noise. It was almost like someone was splashing around in a small bucket of water in a very confined space so it echoed. So yeah... I didn't no what it was... The closer i got to the other door in my room, the louder it got. By the time I approached the half open door, the noise was pritty loud.
No fear though, I had my guitar. Not my nice guitar mind you, but my cheap guitar. So if there was some wierd animal in there I would clobber it with my trusty axe. So anyways, I knew that whatever was in there, was no threat to me... No beast could match the shear might of Washburn axe.
I opened the door and it was dark in there... I recognized the tall slender shape hovering ever so gracefully around the toilet boll, all to well. It was hank, and he was drinking the toilet water! I should have figured it was him. He has some wierd toilet water fettish or something... Oh well, it was time to stop his sinful ways, and I knew just how to do it.
I called his name... and his big floppy eared head turned around... He looked very supprised. He walked up to me and started sniffing me. I had to act fast, before he could lick me with his gross toilet water tainted tongue. I quickly took the pick out of my mouth and started playing my guitar. Hank went crazy and darted around me towards the exit. Hank is very scared of guitar noises... So he was really moving fast.
On his way ouy, hank made a dash to the right and snatched upone of my socks that was on the ground. He then bolted through the door way and down the hall. He wasn't alone though, I was close behind him (guitar in hand mind you). I had to retrieve my sock from him; you can never leave a sock behind ya know.
Well anyways, as soon as he got to the stairs he realised I was behind him. He quickly dropped the sock and slid down the stairs. Yes, the dog slides down the stairs like an idiot and continues to slide into the table below... I never said he was that smart. I got my sock back though, so I was happy. The powers of justice had won over the villianous treachery of Hank.
---On another note, Hank is leaving this Friday. We finally found him a home with lots of land. We'll all miss him of course, he is one crazy dog. However, this is for the best, he needs to have room to run and... just plain be an idiot.
We'll miss you hank Comment! (17) | Recommend! Monday. 7.26.04 3:29 pm Well I've just been informed of a new conspiracy, one that has shaken my very foundation of life it's self. This is not something I take lightly, for I know there are bigger things at work here than most people realize. Things that could very well kill me and cause overall catastrophe throughout the world. Things that I would be better off not knowing... Perhaps the darkest secrets in the universe will be revealed at long last.
So what is this conspiracy? A good question, since I have been avoiding telling you. Well, I figured I would give you all fare warning. Perhaps it is in your best interest not to read this entry... that is, if you still want to be able to sleep at night. I cannot guarantee your safety after you have read my entry, so be forewarned. This is not for the faint of heart.
It all begins with the first time we got these new cleaning ladies. They seemed nice enough; like cute little old mexican women. Nothing to be afraid of there, right? Of course not, who would be scared of old women? Ever since the beginning, it has been hard to communicate with them. The only English they know seems to be related to them getting their money. You can't tell them not to clean this, or to make sure to clean that... they feign ignorance. A very clever guise...
Eventually we started noticing... every time they came over, the towels and rags out of the cabinets would mysteriously disappear... Odd indeed. This seemed to happen every time they came over. Perhaps they were being used in some sort of ritual... or maybe they were sacrificing the rags and towels to their god... I'm really not sure. They're disappearances are shrouded in mystery... I am yet to catch them in the act... but soon... soon it will be revealed.
Well, it just gets even more strange from there... they then started coming off schedule... at weird times, or different days... You never knew when they would show up... Perhaps it had to do with the alignment of the sun and the moon; that is my best guess. I haven't been able to pin point an exact pattern in the times that they come, but there has to be some sort of reasoning to it...
One time, when they came four hours before schedule, I decided not to answer the door. This was a traumatizing experience to say the least. They hastily surrounded the house with their old Mexican women troops. They then began banging on the doors, ringing the doorbell, and yelling. It was maddening; I almost could not bear it. I hid myself in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room. I could not move elsewhere without being seen, so I cowered there the whole time. They were persistent though; they kept it up for almost thirty minutes. What evil force could have been driving them to do this? Perhaps they were fearful that if they did not perform their rituals and sacrifice our towels, their god would become vengeful, and smite them. To this day, I am still not sure, but I am glad that day is over with.
Recently it seems they are requiring more things to sacrifice to their god; such as paper towels and trash bags. This is a scary turn of events... What next will their evil god require them to sacrifice? Perhaps human lives is next on the list... It would not suprise me... There is no telling what they will need next... Until I know, I will just have to live in fear... I know this much, I won't get much sleep until I know their evil plot has come to an end...
I only hope that when they do come for me... I will be given a quick death. Comment! (8) | Recommend! Saturday. 7.24.04 4:05 am I miss my lost friend... he won't come back... I really don't know what to do... things feel so incomplete now... I mean... one second he was here... now he is gone... I really need him back... he was something special... Something that just needed to be here...
He was more than just a friend... more than just some creative thinking or well placed words... He was an important step in a sequence of writings... He was a peace of my imagination, a peace of my soul even... He was something very special indeed... irreplaceable at that... Now there is nothing I can do... He is gone, and no matter how hard I try to recreate him... he is lost, never to return again.
Now my whole outlook on writing in my blog has been altered. The path on the ground in which I follow has been lightly wiped away by the wind. Where do I go now? I really don't know to be honest. There is no more path for me to follow. There is only the empty desolation of infinate nothingness. I feel like it's hopeless... like there is nothing I can ever do to regain what I have lost. In all honesty, I'm right too. I cannot rediscover my path and find my way once again... From now on, I am a lost soul... merely drifting through this pointless blog...
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