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LYRICS
NIGHTGAUNTS
Hairy flesh impinges
from all directions Somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in
a corner Giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door Dark petalled
sensitive plants scuttle over carpets Black statuettes animate square
heads firestokers Skewer me in flame Paradise lost Dore ain't no rowboat
Nightgaunt nightgaunt Hellish barb bifid Nightgaunt nightgaunt Impossible
bat wings Nightgaunt nightgaunt They took my father today 1697 Nightgaunt
nightgaunt But science foils our phobias Nightgaunt nightgaunt Noiseless
faceless for faces frighten neighbours Nightgaunt nightgaunt Bloated
somnambulistic Shoggoths plash Nightgaunt nightgaunt HPL paraphrased
ad nauseum Nightgaunt nightgaunt Obscene clutch indigestion? Gripe?
Cancer! Nightgaunt nightgaunt Recurrent nightmare of death Nightgaunts
Nightgaunts Epistolarian oneupmanship/soliloquy-lecture Hallo sonny!
I suppose you know...
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THE
HORRORS IN THE MUSEUM
A muse musing in a museum. What's the use of looking if you don't see
'em? Always just that bit behind glass, Always just that bit behind
glass Fondling the master's skull, fondling the master's skull as a
child. One of his coffin nails for one hundred dollars Museum Eke out
who determined the babyish bible's canon? Eschatological countdown Dictionary
chewing last generation military messiah political king Gods! O Gawd
O Montreal Dead Sea scrolls caco kyrie caco kyrie A low life milk-sop
politicalking Cthulhu & Co. HPL the t-shirt, the album. Repeats in dubs
the quest of Peni Alienists pretty well dispose of this love business
Lovecraft's last orgasm Lovecraft lives in Del Rey books Lovecraft's
rock follies Acrobatic adjectives in my own town's Georgian steeples
Nonsensical nouns Chrysler Building not Vampire State Puritanical sexuality
Horror quelle horreur Eldritch rainbow face She's walking up to the
door Atrophy mother of Parliaments You're not such a sensitive plant
Stereoscope kaleidoscope periscope pedascope telescope in order to see
(Things better. More clearly even those lying far off. Instrument. Tool
for Verismus. Microscope magnifier of the miniscule. Even things unseen.
Machine implement for Pyagnon) Rudiments of genteel behaviour Hairy
wig Yak! You have hit a nerve, Sir. Maze of my minutiae reveals nothing
of me Evil eye Dead Penies from heaven deceased materialist Atrophy
museum UK Censor ship of fools Relinquish batancy One Semi-unaculturated
The blockhead that collected Lovecraft Industrial revolutionaries Corpus
cat Story all too prophetic Sir Fred Hoyle's spores Ululator martian
alligator Christology milk-sop religion build in a home for the splinters
of my heart Kidlet with withering sarcasm
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MACABRE
HERITAGE
Cave art Poe Book of Enoch Poe Caviculae of Solomon Poe Phlegon Poe
Beowulf Poe Dante Poe Mrs. Shelley Poe Poe Huysmans Poe DeLaMare Poe
Machen Poe Dunsany Poe M.R. James Poe
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THE
ONLY CHILD
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I'm the only fucking child
there ever was I'm the only fucking child Adulthood is hell Namby-pamby
protracted childhood The only alternative Namby-pamby protracted childhood
Earthworks of infantility The facts of life cleaned from passion-killing
anotomical tomes You don't need pot to see Pan. You don't need pot to
see Pan I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a little girl I'm a
little girl And I formed a dislike for killing things which could not
fight back Childish and childlike My rocking horses at the head of the
stairs My rocking hearses I am Providence I am Providence I am Providence
I am Providence And Providence is me
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ARCHITECTONIC
AND DOMINANT
Flamelike sunset
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THE
IGNOBLE EARWIGGER
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THE EVIL
CLERGYMAN (Instrumental)
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NEW
DARK AGE
Hello, and welcome to Inconclusive Arguments. In today's
conference, we have a psychologist, a guru, an athlete, a freak, a scientist,
a dictator, an Anarchist, a mass murderer, a composer, a human vegetable,
and a complete outsider. Let's open the discussion with you, er, what
gives? That look of revelation on the athlete's face, the complete outsider
is the centre of attention - Just what is the human vegetable doing
to the psychologist? The freak is eating up the mass murderer. Oh my
god, terrifying vistas of reality, and our position therein are being
opened up to us all. This is the worst thing that's happened to mankind,
and in the studio they've opted for a new dark age, but your commentator
has gone stark raving mad.
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BROWN
JENKIN (Instrumental)
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THE LOVECRAFTS
WERE QUARRELING
What! Shall th' aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground - I thought
it would have mounted! See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death.
O, may such purple tears always be shed >From those who wish the downfall
of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining,down, down to hell
and say I sent thee thither!
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CRAZED
COUPLET
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even
death may die dead death dead death Death dead! Death dead!
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NEW ENGLAND
TOMBSTONE INSCRIPTIONS
The sweet remembrance of the just shall flourish when they sleep in
dust Here lies ye remains of Here lies ye body of Here lies buried the
body of In memory of My glass is run Memento mori Life is uncertain
in the 21st year of her age When I die bury me here The grave is god's
dying plan Deposited beneath this stone To the memory of Death Adieu,
my friends There is rest in heaven Here lies buried the body of Life
is short
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SARCOPHAGUS
Imprisoned with the pharaohs I notice no race predominates but slavery's
still the norm Sarcophagus Flesh-consumers of the great house
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LOVECRAFT
BABY
Lovecraft Sonia Haft Lovecraft Susie Lovecraft H. Poe Lovecraft Winfield
Kill em all and bear Lovecraft's baby Feed it reg'lar how it grows Everyone
wants to kill someone, but they don't Everyone wants to but they don't
Too many braincells Drowning in inkwells OK, HPL just cos I don't talk
proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy A rural
barbarian, proper Chronic bucolic Lovecraft baby, There ain't no gravy
A rural barbarian, indeed. The sickliest bodies produce the greatest
thoughts Fourth generation teetotaler Memory man, muscleless man Hear
a lovecraft ccccrying I am a tasteless, unsophisticated yokel I ain't
no gent- You are a yahoo I ain't no gent- You are a yahoo The last of
the line with the strangest decline Lovecraft baby L o v e c r a f t
b a b y
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BUZZING
VOICE
"...go out among men and find the ways thereof, that He
in the Gulf may know. To Nyarlathotep, Mighty Messenger, must all things
be told. And He shall put on a semblance of men, the waxen mask and
the robe that hides, and come down from the world of Seven Suns to mock..."
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DREAM
CITY
The weedy old spires like veins in marble The old gold domes were just
ancestral homes The citadels of yore with broken bronze bells and tottering
towers Shadowy staircases Spiraling like ammonites The sartorial shabbiness
of Dunsany denies him a place at the occult coronation Tho' gold always
rises Strata of wonders quickly pall The gleam of dreams is brighter
than the glister of fossilised pageants Dream city
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DRINKING
SONG FRON "THE TOMB"
Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale, And drink to the present
before it shall fail; Pile each on your platters a mountain of beef,
For 'tis eating and drinking that bring us relief: So fill up your glass,
For life will soon pass; When you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your
king or your lass! Anacreon had a red nose, so they say But what's a
red nose if ye're happy and gay? Gad split me! I'd rather be red whilst
I'm here, Than white as a lily -and dead half a year! So Betty my miss,
Come give me a kiss; In hell there's no inkeeper's daughter like this!
Young Harry, propp'd up just as straight as he's able, Will soon lose
his wig and slip under the table, But fill up your goblets and pass
'em around- Better under the table than under the ground! So revel and
chaff As ye thirstily quaff: Under six feet of dirt 'tis less easy to
laugh! The fiend strike me blue! I'm scarce able to walk, And damn me
if I can't stand upright or talk! Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon
a chair; I'll try home for a while, for my wife is not there! So lend
me a hand I'm not able to stand But I'm gay whilst I linger on top of
the land! (I spiked his drink)
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C12
H22 O11
8 spoonfulls in coffee, please Candy and chocolate from slavery Ice
cream in every variety Sweet crystalline substance C12 H22 O11 White
poison 1 2 Fuck U C12 H22 O elevenaaaaa
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JABBERING/RAUCOUS
SQUAWK, HARSH CACKLE/SIR ALGOVALE WAS RIGHT THE BASTARD FAULCONBRIDGE
SPEAKS
This England never did, nor ever shall lie at the proud foot of a conqueror
But when it first did help to wound itself Now these her princes are
come home again Come the three corners of the world in arms And we shall
shock them. Nought shall make us rue if England to itself be true!
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ZENOPHOBIA
We are gathered here today to pour scorn on inhumanity's weaknesses
and foibles A fear of cellars, crypts, and caves Underground hollow
evacuated lecture theatre Shadow strewn interior Abandoned gas house
Topomaniac genophobia dispophobia gymophobia philophobia Scholophobia
phenophobia panophobia Our leader fears the dark - have a nasty night!
Hirsute! Lazy long nosed decadent pink skinned gigantic Englishmen Jay
ay pee know nose job
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A
GREAT GNASHING OF TEETH
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SUNSET
FOR THE LORDS OF VENUS (Instrumental)
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HOMAGE
A TOD BROWNING
Weird sister one of us A loving cup Gooble gabble
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BEYOND
THE TANARIAN HILLS
I dream a new name I don't care about nayone The herd laughed at my
writing My dream writing I write no more but I still dream I write no
more but I still dream Flying zigzagging zugzwanging Aurora over cities
of the Apocalypse Death lying upon that land Crazy chrysophase faces
Gingko trees shudder, pagodas perish Expelled from London Through the
towns of Surrey Melting minarets Homes growing thinner Beyond the Tanarian
Hills
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TWITCH
Howard Phillips Lovecraft, heaven knows, had a talent for writing which
was of no means proportion: only what he did with this talent was a
shame, and a caution and an eldritch horror. If he'd only gotten the
hell out of his aunties' attic and obtained a job with the federal writer's
project of the WPA, he could have turned out guidebooks that would have
been classics and joys to read forever. Only he stayed up there muffled
up to the tip of his long gaunt New England chin against the cold which
lay more in his heart than in his thermometer, living on 19 cents worth
of beans a day, rewriting (for pennies) the crappy manuscripts of writers
whose complete illiteracy would have been a boon to all mankind -ah,
but life is a boon- and producing ghastly, grisly, ghoulish, and horrifying
works of his own as well -of maneating things which foraged in graveyards,
of human/beastie crosses which grew beastlier and beastlier as they
grew older, of gibbering Shoggoths and Elder beings which smelt real
bad and were always trying to break through thresholds and take over;
rugous, squamous, amorphous nasties abbetted by thin, gaunt New England
eccentrics who dwelt in attics and who were eventually never seen or
heard from again. Serve them damn well right, I say. In short, Howard
was a twitch, boys and girls, and that's all there is to it.
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IMPS
OF THE PERVERSE (Song without words)
Tintinabulation tympanum. Tinnitus as the paraquet's song.
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THE DEAD
LOVED
The dead loved you and the dead love me The dead loved you the dead
loved me The dead loved you The dead loved me
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THE LOVED
DEAD
They've taken Lovecraft's lantern jaw off and are embalming him His
pale complexion feigns an aura more lifelike than when he lived The
adoration of dead personalities safe fantasia Immortality of the unobtainable
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PERIWIG
POWER
Nux nomica adctriticos etc etc etc Periwig power Virgil did a bag wig
but periwigs linger in court Horse hair and a dead language and dead
old fools for power Perry wig free Masonic Court of arches star chamber
Yes melud No melud The judge gavelled me down Periwig power
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A
BIT OF GOOD HONEST ANGER NOW AND THEN
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KAPPA
ALPHA TAU
Kappa Alpha Tau fraternity Felidae fetish Why did your cat run Artifacts
of the aether Specks of the universe Noble aloof independent Kappa Alpha
Tau for eternity
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CAT
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AMERICAN
ANGLOPHILE IN A WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
The Old Ones are inside the earth and under the sea in a state 'twixt
sleep and death. Cosmic races homely alienage England's ungreen, unpleasant
bland we speak one tongue Unnative England's Jerusalem making Whitehouse
grottoes overlook the ghettos the observer is the observed Colonial
architecture She's the best man in Britain supine moaning minnie sticking
with nurse for fear of worse uncanny nanny Brittannia rule the waves
A right bunch of canutes every country has its Arthurian saviour Sea
demons invading England Rhode Islander's aversion to seafood see Cthulhu
vomit More vapid vanna white house and less successless Prince Phillip
reincarnates as a miniscule microbeast pest in order to present Rapid
breeding in lands other than his own queendom kingdom come What do you
want the nouveau riche house of Windsor The jaded sentimentality of
the uninvaded people person Urchin universities superbabies wombworkout
a more perfect union English godman the most magnificent snob I ever
knew A meey cur Amerigo Vespucci Christisatanic names only please Sourland
of slavery bill of wrongs what kind of state are you in Persons and
citizens floundering citherns Boston coffee orgy Whoever has the initiative
must willy-nilly go over to the attack It's just their generation -It's
always their generation Sickle star hammer stripes stripe sickle stars
hammer star corpse Knighthoods lands and refinement for yesterday's
bullies derision and Criticism of today's SNAFU coffee house New England
Puritan decadent Prude make life an art form we have no red-coats today
We require a man of Boney's or Adolph's stature Psychic skyline superior
medieval city better than Baghdad Purse owner persona sold out soul
doubt Anti anti don't even believe in nihilism anymore The problem of
induction The only English pope American pope 123 American pope 123
Speak like a psycho think like an immigrant Cowboys fonetic fanatics
and indians Marketing psychedelia marketing punk dubious psychopathology
Body slanguage sexlanguage O America we are not a gun-boat for your
lack of diplomacy As we were now so shall ye be Government by the people
by the people fool the people Shall not perish from this earth Beyond
nationalism you have sown the wind now you shall reap the whirlwind
Crush the teeth in America's mouth yank rebel rebel yank Blimey limey
scurvy Never was a patriot yet but was a fool An American's house is
his castle Quiet down, you brats Sorry kid
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NECRONOMICAL
SECULAR AND SPIRITUAL
Parchment papers in jars Corrected letters Confused corrections twixt
lines That lordly contempt for the obvious which hath ever been the
mark of superior parts Roll up roll up Get your copy of the Necronomicon
here Come on ladies and gents The book is more popular than the bible
A veritable commonplace rarity of a tome
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MEMENTO
MORI
Die bugger die bugger die!
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LOVECRAFTIAN
NOMENCLATURE
Ziolus Archibald Mainwaring Augustus T. Swift John J. Jones Richard
Raleigh Ames Dorance Rowley Edward Softly Albert Frederic-Willy Simeon
Bootheroyd Charles Wombwell I am Abdul Alhazred I am the great I am
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BETTER
NOT BORN
It seemed like a damn futile business to keep on living. No more tutors
- high school next September which would probably be a devilish bore,
since one couldn't be as free and easy as one had been during brief
snatches at the neighbourly Slater Avenue school...Oh hell! Why not
slough off consciousness altogether?...The whole life of man was a mere
cosmic second -so I couldn't be missing much. The method was the only
trouble. I didn't like messy exits, and dignified ones were hard to
find. Really good poisons were hard to get -those in my chemical laboratory
(I reestablished this institution in the basement of the new place)
were crude and painful. Bullets were spattery and unreliable. Hanging
was ignominious. Daggers were messy unless one could arrange to open
a wrist in a bowl of warm water -and even that had its drawbacks despite
good Roman precedent. Falls from a cliff were positively vulgar in view
of the probable state of the remains. Well what tempted me most was
the warm, shallow reed-grown Barrington River down the east shore of
the bay. I used to go there on my bicycle and look speculatively at
it. (That summer I was always on my bicycle wishing to be away from
home as much as possible since my abode reminded me of the home I had
lost). How easy it would be to wade among the bushes and lie face down
in the warm water till oblivion came. There would be a certain gurgling
or choking unpleasantness at first, but it would soon be over. Then,
the long, peaceful night of non-existence... What I had enjoyed from
the mythical start of eternity till the 20th of August 1890. More and
more I looked at the river on drowsy sun-golden summer afternoons. I
liked to think of the beauty of the sun and blue river and green shores
and distant white steeple as enfolding me at the last -it would be as
if the element of mystical cosmic beauty were dissolving me, and yet
certain elements -notably scientific curiosity and a sense of world
drama- held me back. Much in the universe baffled me, yet I knew I could
pry the answers out of books if I lived and studied longer. Things have
learned to walk that ought to crawl.
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ARKHAM
HEARSE
ssssssssssssssssss Arkham hearse sssssssss Arkham hearse
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SICKENING
FOR SOMETHING
Give me that decanter, Eliot!
THE
OLD MAN IS NOT SO TERRIBLY MISANTHROPIC
You do not realise how much I appreciate you New deal now a new deal
now Ultra-Tory to the quasi-Rad At least it's original Aristocratic
socialism The old man's not so terribly misanthropic
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LONELY
AS HADES
Aloneness differentiation alienation aloneness differentiation alienation
aloneness
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GENTLEMEN
PREFER BLOOD
Gentlemen prefer blood in this day and age, well really Cleave you foe
from head to hip, from flesh plucked skull begin to sip Besemened bed
of virus hell, Dad is dead, Mom's mad as well Michael Nyman met a pieman
White note music twaddle twaddle twaddle diddle Play away, play away
you are out of key, you're out of key 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful. 1/2
wistful, 1/2 boastful The pigs are fucking in the field With a hey nonny
nonny and a hey nonny no yeah One five oh Jacko Vitiligo let's not get
so superman Eighteenth Century Atheist thrown into old father Thames
Aboriginal sinners we are the cannibals Sigismund says a smile is nothing
but a cultured sneer Cultures built on slavery, art laid down by squirearchy
His majesty's province of Rhode Island and Providence plantations Alienists
alienate alien alienists alienate alien nations Autobiography of a nonentity
management of the passions Voice fluctuating from high piping to low
modulations All music comes from the scream contradiction o titania
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IN
MEMORIAM
Father, maternal grandfather, mother, "Centre of my orbit"
Henry St. Clair He was my friend Two-gun Bob Auntie and me
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SONIA
We'd all like to kiss pretty girls all day Unkissed since infancy Waste
your affection on cats I find myself singing All the while Senile old
shuffler weds Sonia Haft Green baby You wouldn't think that he was a
gentile Oh Bedelia Elia O I've made up my mind to steal you my dear
Never the initiator Head of the house is humbled Who is Phyllis Phillips
Is she you mother lover You're the flower of my heart in the shade of
the apple tree on a Sunday afternoon
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NOTES
ON MY ILLNESS
Cancer of the colon and rectum. A very common form of cancer which can
often be cured by surgical removal provided it is caught early enough.
Hmmmm... Carcinoma of the intestines chronic nephritis
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THE
DAY THE UNIVERSE CEASED
Bloated with gas Stomach specialist Death certificate 1066 1492 1642
1776 1894 1923 1924 1925 24 23 crash
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THE
GOD OF THE WINDS/ BOWEL TROUBLE/ EVEN THE MONSTERS SHAT THEMSELVES
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THE CRIME
OF THE CENTURY
Yuppiecide disposing of the bodies difficulty -the evidence impossible
ripe for a coffin The dolled up figurine Impossible to hide the secret
from the world dirty blood Death's blood on head nationless annihilation
and the Christman's religion? Suffer now for the paradise that is to
come Chosen Aryan myth birthed and perished in Poland Polish pope Popeish
Anti-Semite ripe for a coffin Venice stinks cos Venice invented the
ghetto Africa 150,000 years ago modern-looking man Homo erectus Peking
man Java man Archaic Homo sapiens Neanderthal unchanged Strong brow-ridge
cave man cranium prognathism Variations of modern People in classical
morphological interbreeding Bad blood Neanderthals unchanged Mummified
mitochondrial DNA Organelles, cytoplasm egg conceptus sequencing Vietnam
man skullhole Origins unknown out of Africa skin change psychesame fresh
prejudice Collapsing cosmoses dreaming of adrenalin deathrush cosmology
Early earth atmosphere ancient death atmosphere happenstance Beyond
the magma smegma skywomb microfossils strimatolites on rocky Coasts
antrotrophs heterotrophs consuming the products and degradation of the
higher levels Slime on rocks Probing the microbes Little Lord Fauntleroy
and Lord Foppington were in the bath Press darkly there's pitch and
toss. Heavy swell thro' the eyes of a storm secret motions and agitations
of the oceans we loll. How does your conscience smell five miles downwind
of a slaver The mist rolls back a stick of bombs fall a seismograph
depicts the siren's call as we cover our ears flaying of satyrs by firelight
Soon, not late many moons well I know struck the horses Head the aristocratic
state of the Eighteenth century had reached an advanced form decomposition
enfeebled and effete inarticulateness Pilasters niches multicoloured
tiles lord whore farted Discolouring the fillings in your teeth that
the archeologists unearthed bleak corrective furnishing self with solemn
grandeur Statuary marvelous intoxicating to the fancy sick and sad Send
her to Bedlam obnoxious to strangers a loud din of voices among the
multitudes the strongest emotions I have ever known It is a great vexation
for me to stop me vitals playing the giddy Goat out of season perquisite
lichen the age of tombs foolishfashion Yonder issue to the top 'tis
a pity the design was not conducted by a better judgement
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A
CHARMING CHANT
To tread on a Peni guitar is death To tread on a Peni drum is instant
death
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MUSICK
IN DIABOLA
The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed
entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in
flight supplies us with the note "F", a humble bee "C", and so on. So
it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks
of the Blackstone military band made exactly the right cacophony. Even
now I relish the old time inanities when they're revived on the radio,
for they recall the lost illusions and optimisms of their initial ululations
-50 year old punks 90 year old teds dead hippies Erich Zann's viol E
Major has a quality all its own harsh, fierce, and strong -A shout of
joy! The bass captures the neutral grey and the extremes of white and
black, whilst we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian
inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front
of the funeral parlour, we are the Arkham hearse's drunken drivers.
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear Bergson said that
by studying the maps, pictures, guide books, and plans of Paris, it
is possible to discern the weight of monuments, the height of statues,
the distance between landmarks, and the like, but that any amount of
such contemplative visualisation is vastly inferior to a ten minute
walk along one of the great city's magnificent boulevards. I have been
to Paris in company with Poe in a dream. If I were to think of a name
of a band, Rudimentary Peni would be the last thing I'd come up with,
and if I did I'd probably dismiss it immediately. But some people have
decided to call themselves precisely that... And the Peni, as I'm sure
you've all realised by now, were an ancient hill tribe hailing from
what is now Shipley Yorkshire, who defeated the Roman legions at the
notable battle in I think 53BC -what a name to be lumbered with. O well,
it's their decision -what's in a name Ravenscroft? Rudimentary, my dear
Peni. I take all the noises you made in the world, eat them -spew them
regurgitate them- excrete them - bury them - shoot them off to the stars
Thunderous music hemispherical cosmic temple - executor of extraordinary
proficiency 'pon the forte oddest pitch gusting turbulence ye gods I've
penned tri-tones. I must be away to confession And I died singing this
song
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A RETURN
TO VICTORIAN VALUES
Henry was giving his mother a good fucking
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SHARD
Call of Cthulhu As I'm recording here in this studio This
shard will surely reach someone Someone who'll know But all these messages
have been in vain >From the little glass bottle to the unfilmable Such
things just shuld not be writ so please destroy this if you wish to
live 'Tis better in ignorance to dwell than to go screaming into the
abyss worse than hell But all these messages have been in vain From
the little glass bottle to the call of Cthulhu
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BLACK
ON GOLD
Lapiz lazuli Turquiose and amethyst Black on gold Viridian
and jasmine Tan and black Ruby and cinnabar Dove grey -puke pink Onyx
and bronze Vermillion and amber Jade and amber Black on gold 454 Angell
Street Black on gold Green to feel blue Gawd those colors Opium madness
Unleashed! Supreme final ecstasy
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GASPING
YAWN OF SILENCE
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