Candy From Hell

If the devil gave out candyIt would surely be Brach’sThat shit tastes real nastyAnd it’s harder than rocksThe same goes for WerthersAnd Whitman’s SamplerThis is the candy given outBy everyone’s old grandparentsGive me a snickersMounds or a Kit KatReal yummy candy None of that other crap This song was written based on the feelings kids had in the 60’s and when after a night…

Dark Hand

As darkness fallsIt casts a pallOver the cemeteryThey’ve locked the gatesI’ll have to waitIts getting very eerieI’ve never felt Alone with so manyForgotten soulsTheir families goneTime marches onI don’t believe in ghostsWhat’s that noiseAre they footsteps?The crunching of the leavesMy bad luck Has run amokIts hard for me to seeIts pitch black outI hear a shoutFrom the gate belowAn old lantern manLit by candleFrom…

At Home With The Aspens

There’s an old houseForgotten in timeIts lonely and coldLooks so left behindThe old man who diedHad no kin to grieveThe house was his homeGrown over with treesThe Aspens have grownUp through the floorInto the windowsAnd out the back doorThe house fully paid There were no more billsThe tax collector sighedFor this house on the hill

K.B.O.D Radio Ghost Town

Radio Ghost TownK.B.O.DSpinning yarns in songFrom a cemeteryThe ghost ofLottie JohlShunned by someIn the knowSeen in a tranceRope burns on neckJoseph de RocheLives he wreckedSprits aboundAt the cemeteryAnd all over townIts really quite eerie

Your Eventual Ghost

If you have a conscienceThen you have a soulThat holds a place forYour Eventual GhostWe may not survive Or live foreverBut we are vesselsPlace holding our soulOur soul is ourEarthly heartWhen we pass onThat’s when we startChorusWhen we die We only startOur Eventual GhostComes from our heart I was raised in the Episcopal Church, and have read quite a bit of both the New…

Love Gun

Who needs abortionWhen there are gunsTake em’ to schoolMake the kiddies runOur highest court, theFood Court SupremeFights abortionsWith AR-15’sShow Dad you care, andBuy him a gunThis Fathers DayBe his favorite sonSpeaking of sonsJesus wanted oneAn AR-15, wasHis favorite gunHis father, GodIn a surpriseSaid sorry son, you’llShoot our your eyeDon’t be like Pirate Goat KeeperDropped his gunAnd blew out a peeperGuns are good And next…

Praise The Lard!

Praise the LardPass the ammoRussian RouletteIs your gambleLoad that gunPull the triggerNow you feelSo much biggerPraise the LardChurch and stateChristian SoldiersNationalist hateSend your moneyTo the richThere’s nothing leftYou stupid bitchTake up sides Against ourselvesHate your brotherEveryone elseWork for evilMen of greedMen in powerThe devils seedMoney changersProfits (prophets) of doomTake your moneyGive you gloomIts too lateYou’ll never learnSmell the smokeAs America Burns Today’s song came…

Radio KRY

Combining photographic images, but portraying them as sound. This and the last post and song are about Pathos – and how every day we get good and bad news – and then apply our filters accordingly. Wink of the eyeNod of the headThe sounds that you’ll hearOn Radio KRYSideways glanceLooking awryThe sounds you’ll hearOn Radio KRYSecond opinionYou’re going to be fineThe sounds you’ll hearOn…

The Beautiful Haunting

I’m haunted by historyOlde Souls aboundSeem to come for me(I’ve been found)It’s surely a hauntingThings from the pastReally quite beautifulI’m never aghastHauntingly beautifulIs what I strive forBittersweet MelancholyWhat I adoreWhen I write songsI’d like such a thingHauntingly beautifulSounds when I singBut I don’t singYou’ll never hear itI’d like a guest singerWith an old soul spiritThe singer could beA trains mournful cryOff in a distanceIn…

Old American Radio Piano

Radio StationW. A. I. L.Voice of The BansheeAnd the Sounds of HellThe old Tack PianoHear it’s dusty keys plinkGhostly echoed soundMakes your heart sinkOld tube radioSounds from the pastOld Jazz CroonersFrom a 1930’s classSounds of nostalgiaHear it’s mournful soundPiano playing by itselfWhen there’s no one around