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Bats In The Belfry
04:35
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I feel that I should try for you
I feel that I stood by for you
I feel that I could cry for you
I feel that I would die for you
Have you ever asked of me
Why pull at this affinity
Reaching word’s phonology
You’re digging deep through this debris
With all those bats in the belfry
While cellar rats creep passed Chablis
Our middle ground's left to decree;
A courting wraith for thee, banshee
I see you standing there
In April’s grassy air
A soft wind blowing through the haze
And in that sunlit flare
You begin dancing there
And captures you up in its rays
So close your eyes and count to ten
Never asking where or when
With lightning crack the thunder reigns
And falling droplets ease this pain
The further we are in the fray
More fuller scent is the bouquet
This earthy-soil kiss to wray
Is just a breath away
And in that sudden round
A final trumpet sound
When those left here; Rise in display
I’m sure I'll follow you
To glassy sea of blue
And there we’ll meet with no inveigh
Until that dawning day
I’ll wait here with delay
My musings crashed upon the waves
Our joyful lives are found
On cemetery ground
As we go waltzing through its graves
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Crackdown
03:35
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Crackdown by elite clowns
Bend your soul to their hard pounds
Time's lost when you're abstract
Fill those gaps with bodies cracked
Ghosts rain from spirit plane
Wars and plagues left mortals slain
Shut door to stifle fame
Off that site from whence you came
Watch you go dimmer, Frau
From rallying to crawl
From statue to rag doll
You've taken all to fall
Was it for nothing now
Your silence in the thrall
Our fates against the wall
Are fates against the wall?
One, two: Buckle shoes
Gear to step-up with the blues
Three, four: Gaslit horror
Thrill yourself with extra gore
Coast through this hell nightmare
Gouge that tongue of savoir faire
Pains bring you to the floor
Leaving your husk upon death's door
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There you go
Walking through the ashen snow
Why we'd part in such a show
I don't quite know
Take the blow
Upon my head like you're a foe
Lessons had their time to grow
Reap what you sew
As our thieving hands
Dodge and dart
We had sworn to hold
Each, our hearts
Ebb and flow
There's nothing left we need to owe
These words of ours have hurt to stow
Into the woe
As our thieving hands
Dodge and dart
We had sworn to hold
Each, our hearts
Through those cons that mold
Trust is scarred
Makes my love for you
Oh, so hard
[So hard...]
All smoke and mirrors
We cannot see through
We are never nearer
But I'll wait for you
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4. |
Nowhere Else To Hide
03:50
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Trying not to spook as the host pours us our rounds
Still in stylish form as we formally push the pounds
A fuzzy fixation as your fingers tug your skirt pleat
You grieving cause the time of the fur has left its feet
Wallowing for what has been lost is why you pine
Swallowing softly away the tears with the wine
Squeezing up tighter as people cram in the scene
Come closer to the corner where we can both convene
Quit pacing as you bide
As if your hands are tied
With nothing left we've tried
And nowhere else to hide
Staring at the bottles held up on wooden shelves
Encompassed by the choices you have, my queen of elves
This brief second gives me a chance to make my move
It's only one second and just one second to prove
Quit taking it to harm
Forgive my lack of charm
Turn off these false alarms
Take shelter in my arms
Leave it here to char
Why are you so far
With that frozen chill
Fix yourself no thrill
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5. |
Musidora
05:15
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Where is it that you go when all goes wrong?
And what form moves you deep to sing this song?
I cannot carry anymore what you bestow
For up this mountain climb there's no plateau
A holy cross & lush green peak
Come into mind with what I speak
When cheek to cheek, and pressing deep
For this love that will never steep
While shutting down to what we need
Those sudden strikes leave us to bleed
In fallout dust, withering pleads
Yet still hopscotch those fields of creeds
How is it that you glide with such a flow?
Yet detour delving dark to conjure faux?
Though never near no more I can't refuse
Forever you will be my heart's eternal muse
The hope in time to what's foregone
We're letting go but keep holding on
To fabled truth, a dead black swan
And such things should be all withdrawn
The picture heap to what was ours
I'll box them in with old memoirs
Yet palm to palm, we're fused like bars
As we [And still] slow dance across the stars
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Potbelly
03:55
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Shifting hard
With a muzzle in my mouth
Never getting close to you
As my north is to your south
And the numbing in my brain
Has most surely hit the tank
But it doesn't matter now
Cause you made me walk the plank
Looking back on what it was
The first tipping of the hat
Came upon you like a flood
While we shook hands at the bat
Never putting out a fire
Cause we never lit a flame
I'm still reaching for desire
Which does leave me all in shame [and]
Through the day, how we played
All those pints that we laid
Never left, always drawn
Always here as your pawn
Just go!
Leave me in the weeds
I only ever thought
To only ever ask of you
From private moods
That wild hope
Of all those dreams
Has summoning a questioning
Tied us up in tethers?
[Yeah!]
A little while later
Although years ago it seems
Over water, under weather
Which for some is called a dream
Though I'm trying not to stare
Having fuchsia for the win
But I'm more so taken in
By the color of your skin
Let the cooling river rush on it
Subtle breezes blow on it
Fiber hairs raise up on it
Boney fingers giggle it
Love knowing that you wanna
Next to flora and the fauna
It would take me to Nirvana
But there's scolding by Madonna [and]
As we howled through the night
Making us such a sight
For your ruse, I'm the knave
For your games, such a slave
Just go!
Leave me in the weeds
I only ever thought
To only ever ask of you
From private moods
That wild hope
Of all those dreams
Has summoning a questioning
Tied us up in tethers?
Just go!
And please let me be
You never ever asked
Or never ever thought
In wiles of ponder
What you only [always] ever
Meant to me
This jealousy in make-believe
Brought us both no plunder
[Hey!]
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Brie & Braggot
03:40
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8. |
Crypto Hydroxo
04:00
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When the night rolls up
To my window
Lack of stagnation
Goes to limbo
Sit around kids
Let me tell you a story
Once upon a time there was
Crypto Hydroxo!
Saucers and steamers
In the daytime
But when stars twinkle
Within twilight
Ready and waiting
With all your might
Take it in strides, yo
Crypto Hydroxo!
Sensual puns
No necromancy
Knowing just how
To spin you fancy
Squeezing hipbones
Nibble earlobes
Pinching nipples
Crypto Hydroxo!
When you get frights
For feeling funny
Don't you despair it
Oh, my honey
All of you in the stands
Sing with me
3-2-1, it's
Crypto Hydroxo!
Light as a feather
And stiff as a board
Pleasing each other
Until we are floored
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9. |
Pardon My French
04:10
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Surely your an artist
Loving 'joe' at coffee bars
You have your grand apartment view
On the northern side of Mars
Please pardon my French though
When I speak of you today
For taking this new friendship here
Which you slyly tossed away
Stacking up the tunes to share
As we trade them off we glee
Building our collections high
From those pirated CDs
Swapping all the sketches formed
And that crazy smell of paints
Now I'm thrown in garbage heaps
Cause you see me not with saints
Oh, but all in all
If it's just the same to you
When I back the brawl
Will you still catch my fall?
Sink & drown
I would surely dive for you
Or return your crown
When you come crashing down
If heaven is a mindset
That bows down to what you say
Then what's the point of having
To get on your knees and pray?
Here's something to remember
When you're feeling mighty tall
No one here is perfect, dear
Check that writing on the wall
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10. |
Les Vampires
06:15
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Let that sun strip you away
With all my hidden thoughts of yesterday
Though I'm still drifting slowly down
I refuse to rest in zombie town
Hypnotically pulled to your tomb
Surrounded by that nightshade in full bloom
Poised for your ever-lasting kiss
A trade of happy days for darkened bliss
As I lean in, I hear a sound
The moral cry and shout of hare and hound
The heft of garlic upon their breath
Their pleas of suffering away from death
But calling brings me closer in
The floral scent of sin, which stirs therein
Though this prey furthers on to pray
For will and strength above to turn away
Oh, my love, my life, my dream
Why do we leave all that we're meant to be?
Why do we always feed the need, then bury?
We'll shine, we'll glow, we'll gleam
And then return it all
Back to the shadows of mystery?
...And leave you hungry
We'll fight, we'll claw, we'll scream
To keep this phase of fiction within our fantasies
Planting our lust among the dead trees
We’ll cry, we’ll beg, we’ll plead
To keep it safe and sound
As you drain all my energy
...And leave me empty
The coming breaking of the dawn
Sheds light upon this body on the lawn
The Devil leaves no fat to trim
But it’s a fight you will never win
It’s a fight you’ll never win!
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HASENFANG Boise, Idaho
I've been writing lyrics since the late 80's and making albums since the early 90's. Now living in Boise, Idaho at the
moment.
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