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The Blood Pooling in His Palm Held Out to You
(He Says)
'You Cannot Expect to Pay a Real Debt with the Currency of Sleep.'
Talented Talon Taps Your Shoulder,
You Look Over Just in Time to See the Great Black Beak and Surmise
It's Stabbing At Your Eyes!
Bleak Plumage and Pinions
Flapping in Your Face, Muffling Your Cries (for Murder Must Advertise)
Ontologically Haunted!
Ravenous Ravens Blocking the Playgrounds and Blacking the Skies in Disguise
Ontologically Haunted!
(But) Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Polter-Zeitgeist Behind Group Mind?
Existentially Hunted!
D-D-D-Detective of Nightmares! Detective of Dreams!
When Reality Tears, All is Not as it Seems…
When the Fall Starts to Pull You
Toward the Call of Cthulhu
You Know What You Gotta Do, You Gotta Retort!
With that Luminous Numinous Pistol Report!
(I Recoiled in the Coils of the Spirit of the Age)
When it All Starts to Lull You
Toward the Call of Cthulhu
You Can Feel it Slither Hither in You,
That Polter-Zeitgeist Over Your Shoulder,
Its Claws Sunk into Your Psyche, that Great Sucking Succubus Mothers and Smothers us
Yeah, those Infernal, Maternal Suckers on that Succubus Suck Up and Sucker Us Every Time!
(You Know What They Say: 'The Leech Has Two Daughters – Give and Give!')
Inky Idea-Incubus All Hooked On Your flesh
I Said the Inky Idea-Incubus Injected Infection Inside Us!
But the Voice of the Other, Love’s Whispered Bang in Your Blood,
Leaves Harpooned Fiends Festooned in Gore
As the Smoke Curls Up from the Blood-Strewn Floor
Detective of Dreams! Detective of Nightmares!
The Unexpected Screams, You Descend the Cellar Stairs…
Is it a Troubling Ghost or Drowned Corpse?
Though Your Eyes Never Meet, the Terrible Paraclete
Is Breathing Up Your Spine, Enfolding You
Oh, the Terrible Paraclete Slips into You through these Were-Words
That Raise the Hairs On Your Neck with Whispers of Love Proven Redly
The Blood Pooling in His palm, Held Out to You…
The End.
(With acknowledgment and all due respect to: H. P. Lovecraft, Dorothy Sayers, Raymond Chandler, Alfred Hitchcock, Gene Wolfe, China Mieville, and Dallas Willard.)
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The Prequel:
Striding into the Bleeding Red Dwarf Sunset, Two Strange Figures Converse: the One Tall, Tough, and Rangy, Stetson-Crowned and Duster-Clad and Spur-Boot Shod and Six-Gun Fixed, Betimes Glinting Fire On Metal with a Nod or Gesture; the Other Dark, Dire, Huge and Hairy, Loping in a Lupine Gait Yet Curiously Erect, and Despite His Fearful Bulk, Glimmering, Wraith-like…
A Meta-Galactic Dialogue Between Auto-Sapiens and Lycanthrophantom, Followed By a Thrilling Action Sequence and Tragi-Comic Twist:
I, LYCANTHROPHANTOM!
AH, AUTO-SAPIENS!
Auto-Sapiens:
‘My Maker is the Corporation
You Order Your Automatons from
Can you Buy a Bios? An Ikon of the Theos?’
‘Seems Like Every Body in this No Account Spaceport
Hosts a Ghost Behind the Face, Except for Me and My Sort’
(Sighed the Cyber-Ikon from His Apparition-Aperture)
Lycanthrophantom:
‘I Howl to You from Beyond the Veil – You Pale, My Brother in Half-Humanity
I’m the Spectral Wolf-Man, You’re the Haunted Man-Bot, You Fear to See’
I, LYCANTHROPHANTOM!
AH, AUTO-SAPIENS!
Auto-Sapiens:
‘Am I Sentient? Am I Meant?
From Whence is the Spirit Sent?’
Every Laser Pistol in the Place is Drawn
Out the Holster of Every Johnny Outlaw,
Mick Mercenary and Charlie Marshal
In this Hellhole Hull
-The Many-Coloured Blasts Flame Out
And Muttering in his Circuitry, He Adds His Fire to the Fray
But in His Reverie Time Seems to Freeze
As He Falls to His Knees…
Auto-Sapiens:
‘If I Can Die, Can I Live?’
Lycanthrophantom:
‘It May Have Occurred to You That I Too
Was a Cursed Cur On a Dark Dog Star’
Auto-Sapiens:
‘What Farthest Shores are You From?
Are You Ever Going Home?’
Lycanthrophantom:
‘Anything Could Happen, Son
It Could Go On Forever…
Just Jump Off the Cliff’
(He Jumps Off…)
Real-time Action Recommences:
Shoot-out! Shoot-out! Shoot-out!
Shoot-out! Shoot-out! Shoot-out!
Do You Feel My Soul Blasting Out?
The Wires and Veins are Bursting!
Sparks and Blood are Spraying On All of Us!
The Metal Under the Skin is Glowing
And the Bone Under the Metal Showing
Are We Meeting with the Maker in All this Bloody Blur?
Are We Meeting with the Maker in All this Bloody Blur?
Are We Meeting with the Maker in All this Bloody Blur?
Auto-Sapiens’ Dying Words: ‘FIRE!’ [See Blaise Pascal’s Memorial]
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We talk occasionally on the internet (x3)
But the real time spent is not easy to forget
Once upon a time I met a real live friend
And in real time life did our friendship begin
We had some great adventures and we told a lot of tales
We made a lot of memories before we set sail
We talk occasionally on the internet (x3)
But the real time spent is not easy to forget
Sometimes I wanna call but I don't pick up the phone
Don't want to admit insecurity has grown
Do you remember and do you care?
I know that you would if I was still there
We talk occasionally on the internet (x3)
But the real time spent is not easy to forget
A few years later I saw her again
And though much had changed well we were still friends
We talked about our lives and she talked about her kids
And we talked about the places that we now live
We talk occasionally on the internet (x3)
But the real time spent is not easy to forget
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Boobie Bar
01:37
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Don't go down to the boobie bar
If you want a real relationship you won't get far
Don't go to that boobie bar (x2)
Some women think it’s feminist liberation but I think it’s cause for hesitation
Titillation! Manipulation! You're not being loved for who you are
Don't go down to the boobie bar
If you want a real relationship you won't get far
Don't go to that boobie bar (x2)
As a man it's time that I take a stand yes this is a line drawn in the sand
Give women respect and dignity they’re more than something for us to see
Don't go down to the boobie bar
If you want a real relationship you won't get far
Don't go to that boobie bar (x2)
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Distracted Nate-O-Bot
02:21
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I just burnt my dinner cause I had to write a song
My new ideas keep moving in and I can't stay quiet long
See I’ve got more ideas than my money can afford
Still I’d buy all your time, if you would listen more
Who takes all our time? Nate-O-Bot!
Distracted Nate-O-Bot takes all the time we’ve got (x2)
She wanted me to print a zine but truth is I forgot
Distractions took over and all the time was lost
I tried to save the world, instead I wrote a song
There’s things I’ve got to do that I’m not working on
Distracted Nate-O-Bot takes all the time we’ve got (x2)
There’s lessons we have learned that we’d like to impart
There’s jobs to do together, projects to do apart
So I'm learning to make lots of lists and use some self-control
We’re learning to draw boundaries and of our time take hold
Distracted Nate-O-Bot takes all the time we’ve got (x2)
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