Archive for June, 1986

Invocation

Monday, June 30th, 1986
Long has thou dwelt in darkness-
Incarcerated, bitter, alone.
A ghoulish shade of decay,
the merciful earth should always hide.
[Rpt]
Freedom shall be yours though master,
for soon the rite shall commence
The brilliant moons stares in anticipation,
for she knows of the terror to come.
I stand at the cliff’s edge, alone in the night.
The hour draws near as the planets align.
The ocean blazes in the spectral moon-light.
Distant peels of thunder sound from
a far horizon.
I raise my hands to the sky above.
The power surges, raging through my body.
I INVOKE YOU! I scream your name.
My muscles spasm and I fall to the ground.
My thoughts become confused.
The cold hand of fear clutches at my soul.
This is not what I wanted.
No banishing to send you back.
[Rpt]
Scrambling, madly, through the blackness.
Regurgitated, from the depths of hate.
Your awesome manifestation leaves me aghast.
Appearing in all your putrid glory.
Retribution time for me, is now,
as it is for mankind unbeknownst.
A world annihilated by,
the opening of the masters eye.

Stargazing (Stargazer II)

Sunday, June 29th, 1986
Consigned to the tomb, to sleep, to dream forever.
Rotting… dissolving in my grave clothes, my
flesh turns to soup.
A distant thud, as a shovel parts the earth.
By moon lit night, a looming shadow… sunken
eyes, gaze up to the stars.
My shrouded, decomposing corpse,
sprawled on frozen marble.
Carefully unwrapping,
your putrid, fly-blown prize.
Disrobed you sit upon me,
straddling my death remains.
Momentum slowly building makes a horrid
slushing sound.

[Ch] Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting
[Rpt]
Gripping tight to my exposed ribs,
your cumming in a frenzy.
Draining every bit of love my body has to offer.
Kissing teeth where lips once sat,
a foul and bitter taste.
Lapping at my putrid flesh,
you puke into my sockets.

[Ch] Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting

Your task is complete. My corpse lies in a heap.
Spewing forth my rotten dregs… dribbling,
oozing down your legs.

Stargazer

Saturday, June 28th, 1986
Darkened necropolis, midnight sharp,
nobody else will see.
A six foot dig, open the casket, there she
waits for me.
Her lifeless body, cracks and splinters,
as I start to raise her.
In eagerness I carry on,
In lust for my Stargazer.
Deterioration, rotting flesh,
violation of a fossilised wench.
A degrading thought to seduce a corpse,
dry reaching from a horrid stench.
Parting the thighs, a sickening crack,
festering hole open wide.
Enter my partner, close my eyes,
so cold and dry when inside.
Ignore the sounds that fill my head, the
crunching of flesh as I thrust.
Sweat profuses my body bare,
driven by bizarre lusts
Run my tongue across her mouth,
formaldehyde I taste
Dislodge my member from her hole
and head below the waist.
As I feast between her thighs, her throat
emits a deafening cry
A filthy claw grabs my head’s back,
and rams it up her rotting crack.

Humble Abode

Friday, June 27th, 1986
Fear, you will fear me.
Ripped, I’ll see you bleed
Fall, onto your knees. Pray to be freed.
You’ll soon become a part of us.
Endure such pain again, and more.
Barbs of rust tear at your flesh.
Can’t you control the ecstasy?
Death waits here to embrace you,
Hack your body and rape your soul.
Instruments of the finest degrees.
Blades eager for the taste of the crimson.
This house is a place of evil,
this house is a crypt of pain.
Don’t fear it, we enjoy it,
bathe in its bleeding rain.
Your soul is mine for taking,
your mind is not alone.
We’ll soon be in there with you,
come join our happy home.
You’ll soon become a part of us,
endure such pain again, and more.
Barbs of rust tear at your flesh.
Can’t you control the ecstasy?
Drowning in blood. Writhing in pain.
Transgress to… the realm of my madness!

Mill Valley

Thursday, June 26th, 1986
I’m gonna talk about a place that’s got a hold on me (Mill Valley)
A little place where life feels very fine and free (Mill Valley)
Where people aren’t afraid to smile
And stop and talk to you a while
And you can be as friendly as you want to be (Mill Valley)
Talkin’ ’bout Mill Valley, that’s my home

It looks as pretty in the rain as in the sun (Mill Valley)
And there’s a mountain that belongs to everyone (Mill Valley)
And there are creeks that run on endlessly
And trees as far as you can see
It makes you feel as if your life has just begun (Mill Valley)
Talkin’ ’bout Mill Valley
Talkin’ ’bout Mill Valley, California, that’s my home

I know that there might come a time I’ll have to leave Mill Valley
And every memory will seem like make-believe
And all the good things that are mine right now
Will call to me and ask me how
I could have left them all behind
How could I leave Mill Valley
Talkin’ ’bout Mill Valley
Talkin’ ’bout Mill Valley, California, that’s my home

(Copyright 1970 Great Honesty Music

Every Night

Wednesday, June 25th, 1986
My heart was captured when I first looked at you.
Ive never seen a girl more beautiful than you.
All the nights that we just talked,

Time would cease to exist.
Another world away,
You never felt so close.

So every night, I cry.
Every night, I think,
Why did I throw it all away?

These feelings are too hard to bury underneath.
And you would be lying, if you didnt feel the same.
If the sun would never shine,
Id feel just as blue.
Maybe I just need some time
To wash away these thoughts

But every night, I cry.
Every night, I think,
Why did I throw it all away?

All those times
I never forgot.
And youre wrong
I always cared for you

The choice is up to you.
Whatever you want.
I never want to hurt you again.
You again.

A Lata

Tuesday, June 24th, 1986
A lata
No fundo da madrugada
No silêncio na calada
De repente foi chutada
Na batida
Começou a batucada
E o som seco dessa lata
Era um funk lá na lapa
Era o wailers na Jamaica
Um pagode na Nigéria
Era o morro em pé de guerra

Diz na lata chuta lata vira lata
Diz na mão diz no pé diz que diz

Na lata
Nego diz
E não entala
Demorou snague bom
É o bonde é o trem
Do estácio ao pavão
Não tem pra ninguém
Do Borel ao Tabajaras
Na Mangueira na Cruzada
Lá no moro Dona Marta

Da macumba a macumbada
Na restinga marabaia
Diz na Lata chuta lata vira lata
Diz na mão diz no pé diz que diz

Todo o poder vira lata
Todo o poder chuta lata
Todo o por para lata

Babilônia Rock

Monday, June 23rd, 1986
Você vai cair de boca
Enlouquecer
Você tá marcando touca
Vem me conhecer

Por aí é Carnaval,
Veneno não faz mal,
Tem serpente, serpentina
Seca na geral

Rio Babilônia
Oh Oh Oh

Babilandocircnia Rock

Sunday, June 22nd, 1986
Você vai cair de boca
Enlouquecer
Você tá marcando touca
Vem me conhecer

Por aí é Carnaval,
Veneno não faz mal,
Tem serpente, serpentina
Seca na geral

Rio Babilônia
Oh Oh Oh

BABIL

Saturday, June 21st, 1986
Voca vai cair de boca
Enlouquecer
Voca ta