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The Comedy of Forms
04:29
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No tale could prepare the trespasser
For waking up outside his skin
No lanterns, no whispers,
No coach and horses to deliver him . . .
No one will miss the wanderer
For to all eyes he shall return
A brazen mask for a captive crowd
Deceived at every turn
For one such purpose unknown
Outside the hidden circles of stone
This town has never seen my true face
Perhaps that is why they fear me so . . .
Seen vaguely as another face
Unassuming oh so forgettable
Fits perfectly the traitor’s role . . .
Come, would I ever let you see
All the things that I was supposed to be
I shall place one of my masks upon your face . . .
It is easy to tell the whole truth
To an enemy who cannot fathom true
They will not attempt to catch him out
Even when he wants them to.
Shift, Swap, swindle and stare
What we are I do not know or care
I shall let my portrait show
In a trick of the light an impenetrable halo
I shall place one of my masks upon your face . . .
Humanity is a comedy of forms
That all become ashes and writhing worms
Existence, a joke. It’s plain to see
Plain to see, it is my decree
All comedians are we!
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2. |
Dead End Folklore
04:13
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I got more than one bone to pick
But the corpses all look the same
When the whole mountain range is made of tinder and tow
It won’t take much to set the hills aflame
I’ll warm my hands over charnel fires
Breathing in the dust of the day
I hear the howl of the coyotes in the dry dead land
They come to carry the scraps away
Would you ever
Eat your tribe
If meant you would never die?
Would you follow
The feet of your brothers
Tracking flames across the sky?
Would you ever
Be consumed
By this modern life?
Would you let the void
Eat you alive
If his teeth took away your strife?
Took a walk back to the forest path
Following the creek like a vein
Where if you bury your axe into the fallen wood
You can almost hear it screaming in pain
Sucking up the blood from the gravel and mud
At the foot of the hanging tree
and all the roots have cracked the jagged tombstones in half
so I forgot where they buried me
on a country road at the twilit hours
when the dusk light pierces the trees
there’s a game trail to follow out back of the church
but you’re gonna have to crawl on your knees
when the brambles close tighter and you lose your past
and all the futures seem to be the same
you’re gonna burrow and bite until the world rots black
like a worm in the orchard of names.
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3. |
The Red Ones Go Faster
04:05
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I’ll burn my mortal years like fuel
Make a weapon of my pain and my madness into a tool
Caffeine, sugar, red-eye, snuff: Run my engines ragged and rough
This world hasn’t given me reason to play it cool
I can’t tell where the paint becomes a trail of blood
I’ve run my tracks so deep in flesh like ruts in the mud
I’m a bucket of failing bits I know,
This condition is tradition put your foot through the transmission
Shift, shift, shift
‘ere we go!
Gimme salt and iron in my maw
Grind my teeth like gears on words that cut like saws
I feel a stinging in the nostrils kinda like petrol fire I’m well aware
Of the ground I’m losing, slipping through my claw
Paint it red the faster to its death it goes
This condition is tradition put a cork in the emission and
Shoot, shoot shoot
Backfire, ‘ere we go!
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4. |
Diary Of A Teapot
05:23
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That night the mists on table mountain
hung like shrouds on an autopsy slab
and the stars above the cairns below
shone like gems in an idol’s eye
and once more blue lights shone on the marsh
and the tar pits gurgled in ghoulish delight
by my parent’s word was I sculpted
“what has never lived can never die”
By day am I short and stout and still
By night am I out of sight and mind
as I cast my spells though they be not mine
My words spill like blood till I fall
I wait under cover of cast iron
for the witching hour to arrive
for then the dish runs away with the knife
to heed the creator’s call
Tip me over, pour out your faith
blame your fault on some malignant wraith
the simple truth is that this isn’t true
what you have blamed on me was done by you
(Tokoloshe)
Can’t you hear them crying out for more?
Entire species now obsessed with gore
call me a demon, but I can see
you all are worse than I will ever be
(Tokoloshe)
I am a servant of the fear
(taking form in your curse)
given sight by the seer
(and a voice by your verse)
into the sky above Johannesburg
(after the fire)
servitor, sentinel, sentience at your desire!
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5. |
Rootchewer
03:13
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Words here always spread
As a plague upon the wind
Sometimes they can kill just the same . . .
After the owl’s call
Before the shadow’s fall
‘twas witching hour when the stranger came
On that night the town
That slept so well before
Had ears and eyes awake in every door
When the shadows moved
They clutched at all they knew
And somehow found a thousand questions more
They say he sleeps beneath the soil
So far below those twisted trees
Is if to shun the world of fellow men
He slips away on adder’s coils
Untouchable as winter’s breeze
And there’s no epitaph where he descends
the voice of reason leaves
the village in a hush
He sits alone with eyes upon the door
the cold is creeping in
the fire fades to coal
his shadow moves like rats upon the floor
when the sickle of the crescent moon
Has cut its way out of the clouds
Reflecting in the pools that scar the land
They say that marsh wisps wild and blue
Like faeries in his wake shall dance
And spiders weft the truth upon his hand
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Solar Pageant
05:37
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I have a small green stone
I place it in a cup
I spoke the words, and still I couldn’t kill the sun
I have three golden threads
kept in a box unseen
and if you think me mad, wait til I speak again…
…”Line?”
‘twas whispers that I sold
to those who sought the truth
I carved the trees with love and I killed my home instead
So yet again I play
in the visage of the day
I’m dressed unready for the performance of a lifetime
I cannot dance away my sorrows like you do
Nor can I face an audience that might perceive me
The sky is…
Blue? Then why am I afraid?
I could undo all this with a swift decision and a pair of sharpened blades.
Morning found me, not my self
sunburned, no strength to fight
the charms of your carcinogenic light
Mourning bound me, blissfully unwell
crawling back to the cave
where mere shadows made more sense to me
I have fallen in love with the lens flare
blinding me so I need not see myself
Why can’t I be alone with my despair?
can’t you see my anguish through the light you shine on me?
I beg you
if you find it in your means
to believe what you have seen and move your heart between the sun and me
‘cause the light is too much
I fed you
not a single lie between
these thinning lines of our reality, but the web’s not what it used to be
follow the threads
closure at the curtain’s fall
rebuild me and paint me red
as an answer to the patron’s call.
Move between the sun and me…
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7. |
Horrors Of The Library
06:14
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Azure arcana, cantrips in crimson
Have found their ways onto the stone
I beg for an eye to read what is written
To understand all that we’ve done
For what is a word in the absence of letters?
And what could they be without thought?
I beg for the wisdom to loosen our fetters
To recall the battles we’ve fought
Now, see what the horrors have wrought
The library burns at the jester’s decree
Cries from the void “I’m the change that you sought”
So why are you fleeing from me?
Veridian chants, obsidian curses
Like ink turned our bleeding hearts black
I beg for a voice to give wings to these verses
So that we may bring ourselves back
O sires of chaos, o music of madness
Come guide us at last to our fate
I beg for a hand to take hold of the chalice
And thrust the key into the gate
“I am the change you have sought, why are you fleeing from me?”
Burning essence
Flickers beneath translucent skin
Bearing matches
To set the last vestige of truth aflame
In the window
Paraselene round their lunar eyes
Here it shall come to pass as so many times before
Civilization undone by the whims of man made manifest
Come, blinded
Muted
I am the carnage you’ve wrought in your efforts to see
Come, deafened
Heretic
I am the change that you’ve sought
Flee from me.
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8. |
Another Adventure
05:09
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Goblin Hovel
A genre-defying band that entails the cooperation of several artists from several bands of several genres under the direction of a nameless Goblin. They present a view of the modern world through the lens of history, mysticism, and mischief.
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