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The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets
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Our love is creeping while you sleep unaware
When you're not looking all our love will be there
Please let us purge your soul of all of its sin
Please let us draw a square and keep you within
Please let us keep our families deep underground
Put our beloved where they cannot be found
Please let us burn our bodies down to the core
Please let us trap and crush our hearts in the door
Three hour log!
Cthulhu dreams in the deep blue sea
His tentacles spreading endlessly
Far be it from you or me
Resist his horrible energy
All day I grunt and groan
Gotta haul that stone
All day I work and toil
Gotta dig that soil
All day I excavate
Uproot and agitate
Gotta dig for all I'm worth
Gotta move that earth
I'm diggin' up the world
But I still haven't found that girl
Here's a story
Of what I'd like to see
What I'd like to do
What I'd like to be
I have only a hatchet
Here's some injury
Let's have a cheer for fear
For blood and agony
These are the tools of my trade
I want you tarred and feathered
Here come the monsters
They know what to do
Hey Monsters!
What can I learn from you?
You've been killing people
Since the dawn of time
Should I cut and clout
Or should I drown and slime?
Here's a length of chain
Here's a railway tie
Here's some silver fishhooks
To slip in their eyes
Here's an ice pick
Never let it thaw
Here's some sandpaper to
rub their nipples raw now!
Here's some jellyfish
Hide them in their pockets
Here's some metal cubes and jacks
Force them in their sockets
Here's some barbed wire
Feed it up her colon
Take this iron mallet
Keep her knuckles swollen
My tank, my tank is big
My tank has the hugest treads
For crushing heads
My tank, my tank is fight
My tank has armour plate
To save me from hate
My tank, my tank is for death
My tank has a great big gun
That fires bullets that weigh a tonne
I am me
I am my tank
One-gilled girl
She's my one-gilled girl
Out beyond the bay of Innsmouth
Caught in a fisherman's net
She came and rescued me
And set my heart free
Though she's a hybrid from above
We fell in love
She's a pale shade of green
She's only got one gill
Jimmy the squid, usually late
Came home early to see his mate
Caught her in bed with another squid
He saw red, he flipped his lid
Took a swim to blow off steam
Crushed and cheated lost his dream
He came back to discover
The lifeless body of his wife's lover
Murdered in a cloud of red
Then the cops showed up and said
Lets go Jimmy, you're coming with me
But Jimmy's too fast, he broke free!
Jimmy the squid is on the run
Claims that he never killed no one
(Fugitive cephalopod)
In the city where the people dwell
Winds from out at sea sweep in a horrid smell
It's been a million years since they have smelled it last
They cannot realize the danger creeping fast
Chunk!
In asylums restless patients scream
Dreaming of Cthulhu every night they dream
They see the signs of chaos beyond the wall of sleep
They minds contain a knowledge that our own refuse to keep
In the mountains where the Mi-Go mine
People disappear from time to time
If I told you why you might go insane
But it has something to do with cannisters for your brain
At the center of the universe
Writhes a loathesome god-thing that couldn't be much worse
Larvae pipe and dance about the bubbling froth
Orbiting the Outer God known as Azathoth
Violet flows from the wound in your chest
Black is the hole in which you rest
Your heart of gold was ripped in two
Soaked in the sickness that is you
Grey is the box that holds my head
Yellow's the wind when everyone's dead
Red is the blood dried on the rope
While green is your last hope
Colour me green
Green is the colour of my god
I'm waiting for the rain to come
I'm waiting for the light to go
My hands are shaking
My eyes are dry
I'm waiting for the clouds to cover up the sky
One day the night will never end
One day the sun will burn away
No bells will ring
No children sing
They're gonna pull my body from the ground that day
The ghosts from space
Have burrowed in my face
They name their price
Inside a block of ice
In dreams I sought
To breach the other side
Now what I've wrought
In her I won't confide
I found a nameless tome
I brought it home
But then she found
And burned it in the ground
In the ground
She buried it in the ground
I hear his call
I can't escape that thrall
A thousand fists
Are stretching through the mists
They walk the wind
They're in the ocean depths
In space...no sound...
They're moving in the ground
They're burrowing in the ground
Watch the sea, watch for me
Witness high velocity
Watch the waves, watch the caves
Watch the freshly covered graves
Their bodies move in the ground
Dad's working on something special
Down in the basement
I yelled goodbye as I headed out
To wait for the bus
At school it's the usual tortures
Pushed and tripped in the hall
Hit in the head with a half-eated orange
Face-washed in the snow
Got home so fed up and angry
My dad came to me
Took me down to a basement and said
It's finally ready, son
My senses reeled my heart stood still
Before me glowed a glory
Fruit of my father's laborious weekends
Towering three or four stories
Behind the shiny candy-like skin, the monument hummed it's electric tune.
My dad said, "why don't you climb on in?" and unscrewed the hatch in the
back. We squirmed through it's artificial innards, he showed me the
controls, I watched him struggling to conceal his pride and I said "Papa,
oh Papa.... Let's kill some people!"
We're on the rampage in a robot dinosaur. Me and my dad in a robot
dinosaur. We're in the cab of a robot dinosaur. Talons rip in a robot
dinosaur. Knock down society robot dinosaur....
Flee!
Flee, mortal, flee in fear
Cthulhu's coming the end is near.
All his children make their way
Across the ocean to claim this day
Flee mortal, soon you'll know
Cthulhu deals the final blow
We are his voice and it's our due
To sing of what's in store for you:
Pain! Death! Insanity! Death!
I love my mustard gas
I love it so
But there's things of mustard gas you
Ought to know
She keeps some in the bedroom
She keeps some by the phone
A cloud hangs in the bathroom
When she is all alone
She sees the yellow-grey cloud
It brings its sickness near
She doesn't know quite what it is
She's getting the fuck outta here
Seeps through her polyester
Burns in the third degree
Her skin is turning black
It's getting cold, it's getting tough, it's getting leathery
I love my mustard gas
It's so much fun
And you'll love mustard gas by the time we're done
Mustard gas is pretty bad for you
So keep some in the basement and the playground too
It buckles skin and it ruins sight
It intrudes in my nostrils but it feels alright
If you've got blisters and their filled with goo
And there's a blood-tinged fluid seeping out of your nose
Feeling nauseous and your throat burns too
Then it's mustard gas wreaking havoc over you
Ted was a dead rat
Everyone calls me Ted
Ted was a dead rat
I put a bullet in his head
And now he's dead
Yog-Sothoth!
Ionize
Disinfect
Jacques Cousteau
Smoothly, softly
Worship Me
Like a God
My gut is full or rot
The sound it makes rings loud and true
I've got a plate in my head
And my mouth is filled with glue
There's fire in my loins, ice water courses through my veins
My seed is spreading and it's heading in a million strains
The fertile soil beneath me desperately sucks me in
But there I festered, pondered, grew until I rose again
Summoned to kill I ravaged landscapes, tainted air and sea
A juggernaut of hunger; Shiny, oily, that is me.
Saturate
Alpha Rays
Dendrophobe
Smoothly, softly
Worship Me
Like a God
Goin' Down to Dunwich
(Required reading: THE DUNWICH HORROR by H. P. Lovecraft)
Hey Hey Noise from the barn today
Hey Hey What's in the attic
Hey Hey What did the arab say
Hey Hey Senses erratic
More More Don't open that door
More More It's an encasement
More More Slime on the kitchen floor
More More Up from the basement
I'm goin' down to Dunwich
Please don't bother waiting up
No No Into the box you go
No No Invisible mass
No No Feed it and watch it grow
No No Fissuring gas
Hey Hey Killed any cows today?
Ia Ia Yog Sothoth
Hey Hey Leaving a trail of grey
Hey Hey Festering broth
(MacBin, Mignola and Jordan)
Once we were free
They whispered of a prison,
Ragnarok engine humming
Wrapped they in darkness, dreaming
They are the mighty children
Behold the Doomsday Project
Frog legions bear their vessel
Seven in Earth and Heaven
And underneath the desert
Encased in frozen bedrock
Stacked sleeping agents waiting
To see the gates burn open
The Desert rip asunder
They grind the land like corn
Bleed oily peals of thunder
Above the tortured heavens
So full of silent waiting
Howl screams of birth and triumph
Unlock the faceless hating
Bred in the depths of ocean
Of giant strength and tread
No hands defy their windstorm
(MacBin)
While on a flight one day I passed over the polar city
And curious set down to see what I could glean
Behold a nightmare pit that splashed with piping shapeless monsters
I packed them in the bay of my B-17
Shoggoths Away!
Nobody wants my mindless iridescent protoplasms
They said to fly them out and drop them in the sea
I tried to sell them on their mimicking adaptive powers
"Why don't you get your oily tendrils offa me"
Yes they can form and unform countless limbs and sensing organs
Like a stomach turned inside out and salient
I pictured countless plastic beasties falling from the sky and
Dropping like sacks of wet cement
(MacBin)
Well you just had to do that
Well you're as gone as dirt
Well now you're gonna get it
And boy it's gonna hurt
I've elbowed with the Old Ones
Khai of Ancient Khem
They sent me little prezzies
And you're my gift to them
You can't stop me now
You can't ever stop me
You better lock the shutters
You better say you're prayers
It's weaving through the angles
I feel the shifting air
Well you just stay on your side
You stay outta my room
Well don't you even touch that
Or you have sealed your doom
(MacBin and Jordan)
We set out for Oklahoma at a quarter to nine
We had a trunk full of hardware and a bottle of space brine
Well they gave us peyote, wouldn't tell us a thing
Until an Indian grocer told us "Yig is the King"
Yig Snake Daddy we come lookin' for you
We got a bored-out Chevy and a twelve pack of brew
Well we're a right-miffed party and it's easy to see
We've got a one way ticket to the pit of insanity
With an eye full of sun, and a mouth full of grit
We awoke to the hissing in the heart of a snake pit
Well we almost all died and Johnny's out of his mind
And though we never found Yig we had a hell of a good time
(MacBin)
Goddamn it I can see them
Crawling just under my skin
They're leaving tracks in my fat
How'm I gonna get rid of them?
There's holes all through my privates
They hide between my hairs
They hang on with their tiny teeth
Take me away from here
Kill me you hookworm
Take me away from here
Drill me you hookworm
Your wings are cold with travel
Your tools are on the way
My mind will soon be leaving here
Just leave my body where you may
Brought to the rim of knowledge
Drilled deep into my skull
The buzzing eats away my mind
Today my knee split open
Out squirmed a mass of worms
So small and flat and white
Through my dry and rotten flesh
Like a shot from a comet's eye
Silent howls slip in from the sky
It's Yuggoth on the Outer Rim
(MacBin)
We feed on iron ore
We'll burrow through your planet
Straight to it's white-hot core
We bathe in molten granite
Tonight the mountains walk
Our reign is never-ending
Our veins are caked with chalk
Seas parting, forests bending
(MacBin)
Cut off her ears
She didn't want to hear
The voice...the gods...
She didn't seem to fear
She is not of the water
I took her piece by piece
This planet's getting hotter
There's got to be a better way
She's dead, that's fine
It's the kind of work that suits
I had a dream the Crawling Chaos said
"I need for you to fill everyone with lead"
He filled me up with protein
I gave the magic sign
He gave me x-ray vision
And now the world is mine
(MacBin)
When you were a little girl you were stung by a wasp
And the skin on your arm puffed up, and went red
Yet you so loved that was and all of his brother that you
brought the whole damn angry hive into your bed
As a child you were riddled with ring worm
So your father cut them out of your skin
Then you felt so alone and remorseful
You tracked each little worm down and put them back in
Have you ever tried to neck to neck with an earwig?
Oh, your body is a home to your friends
You've a tick for each nipple and a leech for each finger
And a parasitic love that never ends
Do you have any love left for me?
I am small, that's a start
Eat me up with your love
Burrow your way to my heart
(MacBin)
Sesqua Valley's singing out my name
I'll pass on that if it's all the same
She's one of the Million Favoured Ones
She's the Black Goat with a Thousand Young
She's the six-gun Gorgon dynamo
She's primed up and all Geronimo
Start that meteoric neutron hail
Nine point million on the Richter scale
If you want Nirvanimetric bliss
Chrono-Omnitemporalysis
Help me break my amniotic shell
Damn this blasted bifid barb of Hell
Shake the paw of Mighty Metraton
Cutting corners to oblivion
All the Hyperspatial seams are sealed
Thanks to me and my disruption field
Sesqua Valley's singing out my name
I'll pass on that if its all the same
She's one of the Million Favoured Ones
She's the Black Goat with a Thousand Young
She's the six-gun Gorgon dynamo
Inbetween the spaces that we know
Taking seriously what it said
Let it go or you might end up dead
(MacBin and Josh)
Off in the distance rises up a mighty roar
I look around to see I'm not touching the floor
I'm just a pawn in ancien pan-galactic wars
to mine the Ether Ore is my eternal chore
Not here...not now...not anymore!
I'm tired and my head is sore
Asteroids live and breath and planets fall in love
bat-beings groan and seethe and fit you like a glove
Traverse Orion's leg in the blink of an eye
Warm hands at dying suns and boiling midnight skies
No day or night; eternal vacuum, hard and cold
I slave where time is growing old
(MacBin)
Can you see my body
Can you see it grow
Do you see it throbbing
Won't you watch it glow
I don't want it make it end
Stop this mad unsightly trend
Take this red-veined oddly angled stone
Can you hear the thunder
Can you hear it crack
Can you see it stretching
Stretching through the black
Stirring in the steeple
Up on Federal Hill
Can't you feel it coming
Coming for to kill
See the haunter
Watch it fly
Membranes pushing too the sky
See the three-lobed burning eye
I am it
It is I
Can you see my body?
Can you see it grow?
Do you see it throbbing?
Please...God...no...
Can you hear the thunder?
See my body, see it grow
See it throbbing, please God no
See the haunter watch it fly
Membranes pushing to the sky
Cross my heart and hope to fly
Stick an Insect From Shaggai
(MacBin)
The premise, basically,
a modern tragedy
disdained senility
gore-tempered novelty
an inability
for cold reality
The clocks are the main thing
and they'll start reversing
and then the dead are getting up
The servant ends up dead
Just like the newlywed
Somewhat unwarranted
nails driven in their heads
Enter the spirited
punks with their egos fed
They expedite the plan
the gardener kills the gran
then punk #1 kills the man
that's when it all began
they should have watched the hands
they couldn't understand
The clocks are the main thing
and they'll start reversing
You'd think that they would have had enough
(MacBin)
If I had the brains, here's what I'd do:
Build a time door and visit my youth
This cigar burn is for effect
In the future you won't forget
When you're trapped in that airtight room
Flip the red switch but not the blue
So if you remember me
That would be the ripcord in my destiny
I know how it sounds, trust me on this
Your life to be hangs on this one choice
Keep your Hilti near, you'll know when
Twenty minutes of oxygen
If I had the brains that's what I'd do
Build that time door and poke my head through
It's too late now and I'm still dumb
Twenty minutes of oxygen
(MacBin and Jordan)
I met her at the E.O.D.
She sank her dew claws into me
We stepped out to watch the tide come in
She said a little swim would do some wonders for your skin
I shed my old self, slipped into the sea
One glance was all it took
She gave me the Innsmouth Look
I dig her batrachian lips
Her bulbous eyes and scaly hips
She's got secrets but they'll soon be mine
Oh Father Dagon smiles upon me from the bas-relief
And something's fishy down at Devil Reef
One glance was all it took
She gave me the Innsmouth look
Obed was a sailor, he sailed the 7 seas
He made love to the fish, he made love to the fishies.
(MacBin and Mike Tice)
They said it wasn't safe at night
We knew what we had to do
We ironed out our tights
Each one of us watched our folks gunned down
We took our vitamins
Three glasses of milk a day
Fight to protect
We made the headlines
The government supplied an x-shaped laboratory
We're copyright
Our name sold soft drinks
We saw the pentagon and had our picture taken
We're out there fighting crime and
We're gonna make the time and
We'll get it right
We'll power up
No pension plan
Thinktank is bankrupt
$68.95 just for one Magno-Gun charge
Otto Destruct's engaged
Dark Crab's in A.A.
Our stock is plummeting
They pulled the plug on Deep Freeze
(MacBin)
Radiowaves...are pouring from their hideaways
So deep, so loud
I think I hear them coming out
They pierced our hull...with caustic cosmic barnacles
Two days to go
Still waiting for the hatch to blow
CHORUS: We're so alone, Frogstar's the closest thing to home
And if we fail, I'll be the one to drive the nail
We gave our souls for a million writhing tadpoles
So fair, so proud
Tucked in their magellenic cloud
(MacBin and Tony Peters)
Bitte Respekt meinen Wunsch
Ich bin ein Wissenschaftler
Ich tu was ich kann
Ich bin nicht verrükt
Unterbreche dieses nicht
Es ist viel zu delikat
Es ist Versicherungsleistung
Für alle Menschheit
Dieses ist Unverschämtheit
Wohin nehmt ihr mich?
Ihr macht ein grossen Fehler
Ihr kommt mit diesen nicht weg
Wo ist meine Schreibarbeit?
Verlaßt mich sofort
This an outrage
Where are you taking me?
(MacBin)
Like the girl that we met at the serpent mound
Like the thing that we saw in the ultrasound
Like the path in the woods that the natives shun
Like the hair on the mole of the chosen one
Either way, we don't pay
Tear the skin right off the sun
Everybody knows who is the chosen one
Like the star in the stone of the elder thing
Like the deal that we made with the morlock king
Like the path in the woods that the native shun
Like the hair on the mole of the chosen one
(MacBin)
While your particles bounce around
And the chemicals break it down
So your quarks are in disarray
Didn't like you much anyway
Did you kill all the dinosaurs?
Man, it wasn't no meteors
Well I'm sick of your uberworld
And you scream like a little girl
That blows my mind
Kablam! You're gonna wreck it
Still I'm kissing off everything
And I'll sing if I wanna sing
And if that's how it's gonna be
So long
(MacBin)
Open up
Pop 'em down
Just relax
Hear the sounds
Struggle not to be free
Tell us all what you see
Can you sense that we're here?
You've got nothing to fear
It's all right
You'll be fine
As you're sucked back in time
Are the walls of the house fading in, fading out?
Are you near?
Are you far?
Can you tell where you are?
Are you trapped, are you free, simultaneously?
Can you see everything?
Is it black?
Is it gone?
Can you tell what's beyond?
Take a step further back...
Just a peek through the crack
Are they force?
Are they space?
Are they dead or awake?
Are they far?
Are they near?
Do they feed on your fear?
Is it life inchoate?
Is it hate concentrate?
Concentrate!
