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Black Iron Road
04:41
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Black Iron Road
(as sung by Clive the Barker)
There is a big black bridge and it spans over hundreds of blocks
So those below catch the trash that is thrown
There’s a plague don’t you know going ‘round, a horrible pox
Sick are the shades walking pale and afraid
They sob, “Why, oh when will it stop?”
The bridge it is called Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows
There is a pitch-black bridge a creaking leviathan over us
Some come below with a bullet in their bones
There’s a well in our town where we throw the cold ones down an abyss
Sad are the days waking pale and afraid
Crying, “Why, oh god! Make it stop!”
The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows
The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows
Thunder is a train
The sky is predatory
The light of the day never comes down this way
The sun will never burn away the murders of the night
Clamor and fight all you like
The scarlet riders still come down on the breeze
Whatever those smoke and grease machines are hauling
Is falling into us
We need another fix real soon
The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows
There are ghosts, travelers say
Stay away from the place down below
©2007 Malcom Schreeck
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Mister Soot's Little Black Book
(as sung by Clive the Barker)
Got gallies on
Gone trolling for bit o’ fun
Under the bridge where they keep the real ladies!
Her name was Christina
Strumpet by trade
A character in Mister Soot’s Traveling Parade
It’s really quite handsome
It’s never a tiresome night when the petticoats twirl
It’s never a dull scene when his girls emerge
From the steam in their carnival colors
The calliope song
Goes rolling for far too far
Under the bridge where they don’t know for daylight
The trollops go by and
String up passersby
No mercy for debtors in Mister Soot’s black book la-la-la
It’s almost like magic
It treats for the tricks
Under the bridge where the wonders reside
Come give them a go but leave when you’re told
No horses for beggars in Mister Soot’s book
But it’s really fantastic
It’s rarely so tragic when a boy or a girl buys a girl
It’s never a washout with nine pairs of tits out
From the steam
Here they come in their carnival colors, come on!
©2007 Malcom Schreeck
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3. |
Open Arms, Empty Air
04:54
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Open Arms, Empty Air
(As sung by Dread Penny)
listening to my thoughts talk in strange affected accents
done waiting for my youth to get me by
looking for that cloud of rain to burst with sound and vision rage
open arms, empty air
open arms, empty airs
pardon me I make my way
got to get out
to the observation deck I go staring down
pardon me I slip away
I'm going overboard
will I fall to heaven or to the ocean's floor
listening to my thoughts talk soft and gray and delicate
done waiting for the useless march of time
looking for a sweet release to end it lightning quick
open arms, empty air
open arms, empty airs
hurriedly I take my leave
I have no reason
to hang about this rusted wreck
I know how this will end
don't mind me I always lean this far against the rails
find some joy in guessing when my balance fails
soaring over the brittle earth
roaring over forests of branches bare
overfilled with primal drive
we are the streamline
we are the streamline
listening to my thoughts talk in screaming flight of fancy plots
done waiting for those winds of change
looking for a perfect place to punctuate the rat race
open arms, empty air
open arms, empty airs
pardon me I make my way
have to get out
to the observation deck I go staring down
don't mind me I always seem this far off the rails
find some kind of happiness in all life's little fails
in these cold distances vacant and barren
we are the streamline
we are the streamline
we are the tendrils
we push through the sky-ways
©2007 Malcom Schreeck
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4. |
Skeleton Goes To Town
04:34
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The Skeleton Goes to Town
(As sung by Clive the Barker)
With a barker shot and a plea for pennies (Skeleton goes to town)
Turn of a screw and daring-do too (Skeleton goes to town)
With a bone yard crawl and a priestly scowl
You know he’s not sugar and tea
With a tall blue hat and a blade in his cane
Quiet as a treason just give him a reason
he will cure you from the ills of breathing
Yes he will yes he will
The Skeleton goes to town
With a crack and a kick and a walking stick (Skeleton goes to town)
Judiciary and Executioner too (Skeleton goes to town)
With a bone yard crawl and a priestly scowl
He’s a crusher, he’s a choker and a don
With a graven pallor and no saving graces
Quiet as a treason just give him a reason
Hey-hey-hey-hey-one day we pray-hanging and draining in the public square
Hey-hey-hey-hey-we say one day hanging and draining in the public square
Plenty of years in the muck has driven him
Crooked as a pig tail
Vigil as a flat fixer
He puts the stab in constabulary
He wants to catch you at it
Lock and stock and throw away the key
Hey-hey-hey-hey-one day we pray-hanging and draining in the public square
Hey-hey-hey-hey-we say one day hanging and draining in the public square
With a barker shot and a plea for pennies (Skeleton goes to town)
Turn of a screw and daring-do too (Skeleton goes to town)
With a bone yard crawl and a priestly scowl
You know he’s not sugar and tea
With a tall blue hat and a blade in his cane
Quiet as a treason just give him a reason
Skeleton is painting the town tonight
Skeleton is going to town tonight
Tonight Skeleton is going to town
©2007 Malcom Schreeck
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5. |
Ants Under Glass
06:12
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Ants Under Glass
(As sung by Elwood Lovekraken)
Green light flash
The world turns red
I cannot scream
Goliath eyes are turning
The nightmares emerge
The night is cold
I cannot sleep or dare dream
A blinding glare
The massacre of mankind
Another flash
They sweep at night for survivors
A vivid sense of aimless calamity
I am wet to the skin under the rainfall
I cannot scream
A heat wave burst
They have to catch me first
Death is coming
Do I wander alone in this city of smoke
Death is coming
I can hear them killing machines miles away and so close behind me
I drift through the chaos
A bruised and weary man
I see the hell that is here
I see a reason to fear
I see the town where I lived and it is all on fire
Death is coming
Death is coming
Death is coming
Death is near
Death is near
Giants in armor one hundred feet high
no words could ever fully describe
These are the days of hideous panic
spreading like a gout of ink or blood
We are splashing across the butcher paper
The white- hot splendor of alien terror
Like a scene from old’ Pompeii
Cities and families incinerated
I’m stealing a horse if I can find one alive
I expect nothing but thundering death
There is still hope there has to be hope
With a whip and a revolver and I must keep my head
Death is coming (death is near death is near)
Death is coming (there has to be hope)
©2007 Malcom Schreeck
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