primitive powers

by beehoover

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    Collages by Vulture & Crazyruthie
    Artwork by Christof Kather

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    Collages by Vulture & Crazyruthie
    Artwork by Christof Kather

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released February 26, 2016

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Track Name: pissant wings
my homeboy the artificer of the universe revealed to me his last will while he took his dying breath in the face of death I dearly have to confess that all those angels i blessed are demon-possessed and have failed both a blessing and a curse what were these no-good wings for both a blessing and a curse what were these pissant wings for stabbing to death all this excess all this disgrace is undignified and I pray for cathartic storms to purify this fuckin’ hellhole while he took his last breath in the face of his death he said shine through action go and vow it
Track Name: bombs & bagpipes
he led his men with bow and arrow with a basket-hilted claymore by storming beaches straight on to the battlefield the wind was cold the sky was red and all the enemies had to pray cause they feared to be slaughtered by a man named jack while bombs exploded he continued to play the bagpipes without a sword we are improperly armed fearlessness under fire the empire will rise no prince or lord has tomb so proud as he whose flag becomes his shroud with his trusty blade lofted high in the air screaming commando god speed you mad jack
Track Name: millwheels of being
i crawl the grotty floor to sweep my grotty remains i’ll polish them and put them in soil made from forgotten ideas pointless hopes and forgotten ideas we water it with tears my heart is broken it is broken but not just in half like some romantic bullshit idea might suggest no it is totally shattered pulverized by millwheels of being from it grows a tiny something don’t you accuse me of misdoings of lies or betrayals how dare you at least i ain’t a fool anymore guess who taught me so well from this there will grow a tiny black something spiky and stiff it is resistant as fuck so numb and heavy it is against the caustic filth guess who taught me so well
Track Name: tickling the dragon's tail
what appears like magic are just the primitive powers once unleashed by god i have them at my fingertips now i have them here in this little box a horde of demons at my command
Track Name: embers
hope is a flame it is flickering bright and constantly never ceases to exist and it looked like a rising sun but it was’t one our hope is a flame neither water nor cold wind can erase the good deed of a rising tide lifting all boats and souls of a cleaning tide forgiving us our faults light is a shadow of any god let us follow as far as the light can reach it penetrates us nicely in the darkest night all suffering ends remaining just little embers of us it needs a torch to lead you on to the sun
Track Name: anti zooo
with the trunk of an elephant i shot with a gun and a mouse’s saucer eyes it is just too much fun to watch how it dies with the ear of a fennec to cute to withstand with the paw of a grizzly instead of my hand i’m a tiger i’m a snake i’m a bumblebee i am the scariest thing you will hear you will feel you will ever see you are named but now you have to kneel down in front before the one you’ll never be the perfect my grin reveals the teeth of a shark and like a mad alsatian i bite and bark the wings of an eagle attached cross-stitch style to the fur of a mink that I have tamed for a while with the sound of a sweet young nightingale and an anteater’s tongue and of a dragon the fuckin’ tail the thing i long for without remorse is your tiny soul my brave dear warhorse
Track Name: light my pyre
as my final moments tick away i am not afraid of dying i’m not afraid of any pain preordained we should part preordained to reunite by and by leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool for another thousand year if i can’t see freedom here i will see it from above leaving this world to be a better place there is just calm i will see it from above our usefulness is over time to move on has come lift me on the pyre higher and higher the lamps expire I see a black light the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one or me
Track Name: my artillery
can you hear me approaching my apparatus it groans and squeaks step back and move aside stare in amazement see me in the blazing sun with bleeding hands and scarred feet the wheels scraping the hot dusty ground that is boiling my sweat slowly moving forward you fear the unknown the strange and new it’s only in your head you will have to learn it anyway ammunition so heavy at the end of my tether i wanna do this for you come here and pet my artillery noble and dignified it is you better make friends because you will have to do anyway because I have one distinct statement you fear the unknown the strange and new it’s only in your head and finally you will concur and thank me it goes boom