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Bardo’s Dirge (The Dirty Truth of the Dead)
(Verse 1)
In the filth of flesh where gods are born,
Your dying breath’s a devil’s horn.
Oh, traveler, taste the rot, the rust,
The light you crave is ash and dust.
(Pre-Chorus)
Peaceful deities sweetly smile,
While lust and rage twist all the while.
Wrathful beasts with blood-soaked teeth,
Are just your fears with sharpened sheaths.
(Chorus)
Bardo’s whore, she takes you in,
Rides your soul through shame and sin.
Grind the wheel, bend, and kneel,
Truth’s a fever, raw and real.
(Verse 2)
Karma’s whip, it cracks your back,
Dragging you down the rebirth track.
But every step’s a sweetened sting,
The hells you fear have their own sting.
(Pre-Chorus)
Choices wrapped in silk and grime,
Echo loud through space and time.
Screaming colors, hungry moans,
You’re never free; the seed is sown.
(Chorus)
Bardo’s whore, she takes you in,
Rides your soul through shame and sin.
Grind the wheel, bend, and kneel,
Truth’s a fever, raw and real.
(Bridge - Chaotic instrumental with snarling guitar riffs)
(Bridge Lyrics)
Every light you chase, every god you pray,
Is just your own twisted game to play.
Drenched in fear, soaked in lust,
All your saviors turn to dust.
(Chorus)
Bardo’s whore, she takes you in,
Rides your soul through shame and sin.
Grind the wheel, bend, and kneel,
Truth’s a fever, raw and real.
(Outro)
So crawl through fire, claw through dirt,
You’ll wear your pain like a lover’s hurt.
In death’s embrace, you’ll find no grace,
Just your own face, in endless space.
What's He Building?
Nummer van
Tom Waits
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines... He never
Waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from
The rest of us... He's all
To himself... I think I know
Why... He took down the
Tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his
Own you see... He has no dog
And he has no friends and
His lawn is dying... and
What about all those packages
He sends. What's he building in there?
With that hook light
On the stairs. What's he building
In there... I'll tell you one thing
He's not building a playhouse for
The children what's he building
In there?
Now what's that sound from under the door?
He's pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor... and I
Swear to god I heard someone
Moaning low... and I keep
Seeing the blue light of a
T.V. show...
He has a router
And a table saw... and you
Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison underneath the sink
Of course... But there's also
Enough formaldehyde to choke
A horse... What's he building
In there. What the hell is he
Building in there? I heard he
Has an ex-wife in some place
Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a
consulting business in Indonesia...
but what is he building in there?
What the hell is building in there?
He has no friends
But he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little
Time in jail...
I heard he was up on the
Roof last night
Signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's
Always whistling...
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?
We have a right to know..
Hammer of Flesh: A Rock Opera
(Inspired by The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker)
Act 1: The Puzzle and the Promise
(Opening Aria – Frank’s Lust)
Frank:
I’ve wandered the earth,
Chasing forbidden mirth,
From back alleys to desert shrines,
But nothing—nothing—feels divine!
A box of whispers, ancient art,
Its promises pierce my hollow heart.
Pleasure unending, agony sweet,
I crave the fire where angels meet!
(Chorus – The Cenobites)
We are the shepherds of sensation,
Barbed whispers of mutilation.
You called to us, sought the gate,
Now revel, mortal, in your fate!
Act 2: Resurrection
(Ballad – Blood in the Floorboards)
Julia:
In the house of shadows, the blood spilled deep,
A drop, then a torrent, woke the beast from sleep.
Rory's skin was smooth, his love was pure,
But Frank's touch was fire—I could not endure.
In a world of sinew, steel, and bone,
Where bodies merge, and minds are not their own.
Machines hum softly in the shadows of sin,
The flesh and the wires start to blend within.
[Pre-Chorus]
Desire is a circuit, a program to run,
Pleasure’s the algorithm, the body’s undone.
Dr. Benway’s fingers, sharp like a blade,
Carving passion from the pieces he’s made.
[Chorus]
Naked Lunch, Bug me, Mind Fuck Me, , where hunger’s the key,
Flesh and machine in perfect ecstasy.
Broken gears grinding in a fevered dance,
Erotic surrender, biomechanical romance.
[Verse 2]
Metal tendrils writhe, seeking skin to embrace,
Organs and pistons move in alien grace.
Tongues of chrome whisper lies to the flesh,
Lust becomes eternal, but the soul’s dispossessed.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every kiss is electric, every touch ignites,
Circuits sparking love through mechanical rites.
Benway’s laugh echoes through the hall,
A maestro of desire, orchestrating it all.
[Chorus]
Naked Lunch, Bug me, Mind Fuck Me, , where hunger’s the key,
Flesh and machine in perfect ecstasy.
Broken gears grinding in a fevered dance,
Erotic surrender, biomechanical romance.
[Bridge]
Hands of steel caress the skin,
Synthetic passions pulse within.
Bodies meld, no boundaries remain,
Pleasure and pain fuse in the brain.
Through the Interzone’s twisted maze,
We worship the machine in a cybernetic haze.
[Chorus - Intensified]
Naked Lunch, Bug me, Mind Fuck Me, where the lines are erased,
Between man and machine in a lover’s embrace.
Wires and veins in a sacred trance,
Erotic destruction, biomechanical romance.
[Outro]
So we feed the hunger, let the engines hum,
Where the flesh is immortal, and the soul succumbs.
In the labyrinth of circuits, where passions are crowned,
A ballad of Naked Lunch, where desire knows no bounds. [outro]
[Pre-Chorus]
Control is the master, pulling every string,
A puppet to the poison, the pain’s what it brings.
Oh, Dr. Benway, your hands hold the chains,
But freedom’s in the echoes of a junkie's refrain.
[Chorus]
Naked truth, stripped of the lies,
In the Interzone where the soul never dies.
Broken dreams, on a runaway track,
Addiction’s a fire, and there’s no turning back.
[Verse 2]
In a world of illusion, where the real feels fake,
I’m a ghost on a journey, leaving ruins in my wake.
Through the flesh markets and the gutters of despair,
I’m searching for an answer, but there’s nothing there.
[Pre-Chorus]
The voices are calling, from the corners of my mind,
Promising salvation, but none of it’s kind.
Oh, Benway, you devil, with your scalpel and your smile,
I’m a prisoner to your madness, running every mile.
[Chorus]
Naked truth, stripped of the lies,
In the Interzone where the soul never dies.
Broken dreams, on a runaway track,
Addiction’s a fire, and there’s no turning back
Bardos Klagelied (Die schmutzige Wahrheit der Toten)
Vers 1:
Im Fleisch, wo Götter einst geboren,
Wird dein letzter Atemzug zum Teufelshorn.
Oh, Wanderer, schmeck’ den Rost, den Staub,
Das Licht, das du suchst, ist Asche, so taub.
Pre-Refrain:
Friedliche Götter lächeln süß,
Doch Lust und Wut verdrehen den Schluss.
Zornige Bestien mit blut’gen Zähnen,
Sind Ängste, die in Klingen wähnen.
Refrain:
Bardos Hure nimmt dich auf,
Führt deine Seele tief hinauf.
Dreh das Rad, beug’ dich nieder,
Wahrheit brennt, singt ihre Lieder.
Vers 2:
Karmas Peitsche schlägt deinen Rücken,
Zieht dich in den Wiedergeburtsstricken.
Doch jeder Schritt, ein bittersüßer Schmerz,
Die Höllen, die du fürchtest, tragen Herz.
Pre-Refrain:
Entscheidungen, gehüllt in Seide und Dreck,
Hallen laut durch Raum und Zweck.
Schreiende Farben, hungriges Leid,
Frei bist du nie, die Saat gedeiht.
Refrain:
Bardos Hure nimmt dich auf,
Führt deine Seele tief hinauf.
Dreh das Rad, beug’ dich nieder,
Wahrheit brennt, singt ihre Lieder.
Bridge (chaotische Instrumentalpassage mit kreischenden Gitarrenriffs)
Bridge-Lyrics:
Jedes Licht, das du jagst, jeder Gott, den du bittest,
Ist nur dein eigenes Spiel, das du drehst und twistest.
Getränkt in Angst, versunken in Gier,
Deine Retter zerfallen zu Staub – jetzt und hier.
Refrain:
Bardos Hure nimmt dich auf,
Führt deine Seele tief hinauf.
Dreh das Rad, beug’ dich nieder,
Wahrheit brennt, singt ihre Lieder.
Outro:
Kriech durch Feuer, grab’ durch Schlamm,
Trage dein Leid wie die Liebe’s Bann.
Im Tod umarmt dich keine Gnade,
Nur dein Gesicht in endloser Parade.
