THe Vault
Welcome to "The Vault"! Which is really no big deal . . . I just liked the way it sounded. On this page will be posted rare songs, art, lyrics, etc . . . perhaps a blog or two within and/or without the realm of The Nuclear Death Cult. Today, July 27th, 2016- I'm going to post an impromptu EP that I call God Is Meat. Four tracks, artwork and the lyrics including some liner notes on each song . . . the liner notes and lyrics will be added later . . .
I Am The Meat; He Ate Her/
God Is Meat
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The room is dark but for a single candle.
A slight breeze stirs the flame.
The smell of shit is the thick soup of the air . . .
God is here; and He’s holding an axe.
A body lays before Him, opened up in prayer . . .
The room is darker now.
The candle has burnt low.
No breeze moves the flame.
Blood and shit is the air we breathe . . .
God is Me,
and I am no longer holding the axe.
A dead girl lays before Me.
And I am eating her . . .
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Notes:
I wrote the lyrics for this one in 2007. I was working for an electric company. I had just got off work- driving home in a company truck in rush hour traffic- when I get a call. It's a friend of mine- Leif Gibson- who was the other guitarist in Whorror (2000-2002). We were bullshitting- I wasn't doing much driving cuz of the traffic- we were talking about the show from days past called The Kids In The Hall. It was a comedy skit type of show. Leif was imitating one of the characters from a skit who called himself "the mediator". "I am the mediator", Leif was saying- but I heard- "I am the meat; he ate her." I had to pull to the side of the road and hurriedly told Leif I had to go. Five minutes later, the words had finished oozing from my mind onto a scrap piece of paper. few years later, I decided to call the song- God is Meat and created a separate intro . . .
Long Pig Dementia
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The end is but the beginning . . .
The sun rises but it’s the moon . . .
The food I eat crawls away from me . . .
I pry a fingernail from between my teeth . . .
The sky is Night and It has captured the Sun . . .
The clouds are fresh human scalps
still dripping . . .
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The left-overs from my fridge
crawled out into the rain . . .
the wet is a thick effluvium
and my food is ruined
because it drowns . . .
The end is never ending ending never . . .
The Sun became the Moon
raped by almighty Night.
The food I half ate
became my lover . . .
My tongue flicks at a piece of cuntmeat
lodged ‘tween my teeth . . .
Sanguinary Bedlamite
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I have meat hooks in my closet;
chunks of dark meat hang from them.
Dried and corrupt, these used to
be the children of my neighborhood . . .
At Night only the crickets sing
and I take the children down.
We dance under a bloated moon;
a moon that seems to be filled
with foul, diseased milk . . .
threatening to burst and lay
ruin to my Nights enchantment . . .
New insects chitter and hiss and warn;
and I heed their message:
The Night-Cyclops is blind but
the hunters are near!
So I take the children to where
the Earth meets Water.
There I set them to Fire;
scattering the ashes to the waves.
I chitter and dance,
and when day is born,
I will find a new home . . .
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Notes:
I wrote this one in 1989 when I was still in Nuclear Death. One of the many songs left on deck- waiting for it's companion music. This is one that I went deep into the realm of taboo. Lyrics that are POV of a killer that is seemingly exclusive to hunting children. Or is it as the song title reads- sanguinary= bloodthirsty and bedlamite = a lunatic . . . Is it all in his mind? Or is his mind in all life?
Notes:
I believe I wrote this one in 2008.
I was at a park on an early weekday morning. It was sunny and a bit cool . . . I was feeding ducks while waiting on a female i was supposed to meet. When the first two lines hit me out of the blue- the end is but the beginning
the Sun rises but it's the Moon
The rest fell together in sporadic pieces of brain puzzle which I finally put together in two hours. And yes, the dame I was waiting on did show up . . .
Death Metal version of the 80s classic by Aldo Nova. I did it because of the title- "Fantasy". It pertains to a discussion I was involved in- that had to do with various conspiracy theories and what I feel are conspiracy facts. Namely, the Apollo 11 "Moon landing" in 1969. That event was pure fantasy . . . See? "Life is just a fantasy- can you live this fantasy life . . ." And besides, it's a catchy tune . . .
