A rather mysterious band, Rudimentary Peni spawned in June of 1980 in Abbots Langley, after the demise of the Magits. Nick Blinko took the guitar and vocal duties, and provided all the artwork, Jon Greville played the drums, and Grant was recruited on bass. After several rehearsals at Jon's parents' house, the band played their first gig on 1981 in a village hall near Watford, with the S-Haters(Nick was in this band for a while) and Soft Drinks(Jon drummed for this band and Drooper from the Magits sang). All of the band's early gigs were disappointments and failures for them because their audiences never liked them for being different from the other punk bands, and this made the band despise playing live, which explains why they hardly ever played gigs and never did tours. They never dressed 'punk'(they didn't care about the fashion), so people branded them as a joke, and would often boo them off stage or throw trash at them until they had no choice but to leave their gigs to avoid injury.
Because of their unappreciative crowds, the band usually only played only one gig a month, and this would become less and less every year. Instead, they focused more in recording, and Nick had already started his own record label called Out Himalayan Records, so the band went in to Street Level Studios in London to record their first self-titled E.P during the Summer of 1981. They had a member from the band Here and Now engineer it, and he felt disturbed by Nick's singing voice. They quickly went in and recorded nearly all the songs in one take, and released it on Nick's label. The result, was a very twisted sounding E.P. unlike anything else, with very clever yet creepy lyrics, covered in Nick's disturbing artwork. Nick was inspired by 'Outsider' art which is art from mental institutions, plus his mental illnesses played a key role in his sadistic style.
After the single, Nick met Mark Farrelly who was a guitarist for a similar sounding band that actually played several gigs with them. They both shared the same interest in macabre art and literature, but Mark's band was a lot more underground than Nick's, so his band was never really known about that much, but it is noted that it was actually Mark that got Nick started in his H.P. Lovecraft obsession. Another weird note about this band is that the only person that is political in it is Grant. Nick and Jon weren't at all, but Grant would often help out at the autonomy centre in Wapping, and he even went down to go to visit Crass with a fanzine writer to give them a copy of their E.P., and this what led to their 'anarcho punk' association and their next record. Following this, the band played their first London gig at the Red Lion on September 18th, 1981 with Flux of Pink Indians and The Subhumans, and this also really helped them start a relationship with the anarchist punk scene.
Crass became interested in Rudimentary Peni, and invited them down to Southern Studios to record their next single. The band went in, and recorded the material for their 'Farce' single which was released on Crass Records during the July of 1982. The record boosted the bands profile, and even landed them a respectable number 7 mark on the Indie charts. However, the band didn't like how Penny interfered with the production, especially the way he altered Nick's voice. Their song writing process would usually start with Nick and Grant writing the guitar and bass parts together(lyrics where sometimes written by Grant and other times written by Nick), and then they would show their complete songs to Jon who would in turn just add in the drums as he saw fit.
In 1983, Crass invited the band to come back and record their debut album for their Corpus Christi label. They called it 'Death Church', recorded it in two days, and released it during September of that same year. It peaked at the third top spot on the Indie charts, and also featured more of Nick's brilliant art. However, shortly after the release of Death Church, the band disappeared for a couple of years, with Grant successfully fighting lung cancer during the process.
In 1989, Rudimentary Peni returned to released their very bizarre 'Cacophony' album on their label Outer Himalayan. It was mostly based around the work of H.P. Lovecraft, and featured several tracks that sounded completely different to their other records and and it threw everyone off. Some of the songs had really weird, fast rambles at the end and strange time signatures. It also featured more of Nick's disturbing artwork. The band did play a very small amount of gigs after it's release, but then disappeared again until the mid nineties.
During that time, Nick also wrote his first book titled 'The Primal Screamer', which was a semi-autobiography about him, his mental illness and the bands struggle to become accepted within the 'punk' scene. It wasn't until 1995 when the band came back once again(rumors of them dying had surfaced by then, but not true) and released their third album titled 'Pope Adrian 37th Psychristiatric', but it became a disappointed and showed from all the bizarre ramblings that Nick's mental illness was starting to become worse. Even before the band had started, Nick had been suffering from Schizoaffective disorder. Regardless, the band carried on by releasing E.P.s every couple of years such as 'Echoes of Anguish' in 1997, 'The Underclass' in 2000, Grant's favorite release titled 'Archaic' in 2004, 'No More Pain' in 2008, and a single titled 'Chances' in 2009. As of today, the band members remain with their original line-up and have not split, but all the members have chosen to remain hidden from the public, shrouded in mystery, and unwilling to ever play live again.
"Media Person"
Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
Though you know you're in the red dread,
red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red.
I'm your media friend.
Transparent so close friend.
Are you green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
Though you know you're in the red dread,
red dread, red dread, red.
I'm your media friend.
Around the clock religion.
Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
Though you know you're in the red dread,
red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red
I'm your media friend.
With you to the rainbow end.
Green to feel blue.
"Him Hymn"
For fifty-four years he worked hard
on five foul factory flaws.
Boredom ranking low on his list of fears
though they say his tears they cried dry tears.
He's no teenager.
He's a real neat rager.
He's got trust encrust in lust
Though his high finance is low low low.
He may look like a heavy metal dealer,
But out on the road he's a true free wheeler.
He is an Buddhist saviour.
He is an christian aider.
He is a Buddhist saviour.
He is a christian aider.
"Blind Dogs"
The unseeing eyes of the blinded pupils.
Unseeing guidance, the lead of the blind dogs.
Token gestures from life-long investors.
Questions only for those who question.
A vicious circle of passive acceptance.
Passive acceptance of a vicious circle.
Prevention by convention of infantile dissension.
Creates a self-sufficient form of self oppression.
Numbing of awareness, a craving to be led.
The image of a hero planted in your head.
A vicious circle of passive acceptance.
Passive acceptance of a vicious circle.
Questions only for those who question
The lead of the blind dogs, dogs of war.
"B-Ward"
Discord in b-ward a cliche never bored.
Discord in b-ward siggy siggy siggy fraud?
Discord in b-ward a goal that's never scored.
Discord in b-ward excruciating smell hell!
Discord in b-ward just trust in your lord.
Discord in b-ward eaten not gnawed.
Discord in b-ward good deeds fast flawed.
Discord in b-ward occupants over-awed.
"Crazy Train"
Crazy, crazy chain we're strung up again.
Umbilical cord around the neck and pain is sane.
Crazy, crazy chain gagged & bound inane.
Crazy, crazy chain label underachieve & plain.
Black statue looms in doomsday rooms rap.
Fetish worship motivation life-span trap.
Crazy, crazy chain we're strung up again.
Umbilical cord around the neck and pain is sane.
Crazy, crazy chain gagged & bound inane.
Crazy, crazy chain label underachieve & plain.
Black statue looms in doomsday rooms rap.
Fetish worship motivation life-span trap.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy chain!
"The Gardener"
In the garden the roses have no thorns.
the growth is steady and quite natural, no parasites, no harm,
Immortal existence, perpetual motion, forever peace and charm.
Forever peace and charm.
Forever peace and charm.
Forever peace and charm.
"Teenage Time Killer"
Teenage time killer.
When it gets old it can wish it was young.
Teenage time killer.
Skull of James Dean haunts the dream of the teen.
Teenage time killer.
Youth of nausea, youthanasia.
Teenage time killer.
When it gets old it can wish it was young.
Teenage time killer.
Skull of James Dean haunts the dream of the teen.
Youth of nausea, youthanasia, youth of nausea.
"Hearse"
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hobbledehoy in hearse, hearse, hearse.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hobbledehoy in hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hobbledehoy in hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
"Dead Living"
I'm a zombie, the crowd buried me.
My piercing eyes they just couldn't see.
I'm a zombie a death in their life.
I'm a zombie, no peace in their strife.
"Black President"
Peanut farmer, b-movie actor.
Awakening coughs.
Desires for powers.
Prime the ministers.
Watch them go off.
You have to be hardy to rest on your laurels.
You have to be hardy, but I'm so intense.
A bun in the oven, I'd fry in the fridge.
A newspaper, crowd blind, snow blind.
Close one eye, become their king.
The walls between you and me.
Are you a snake?
I'll use a ladder!
I'll use a ladder!
I'll use a ladder!
Robotic cool can mingle with my humanoid fool.
You have to be hardy.
You have to be hardy to rest on your laurels!
To stop all changes make time redundant!
Black, black, black, black president.
"Tower of Strength"
Tower of strength takes to the sea.
Scours ocean via quay.
Same old story muscle bound and Gorey.
Brand new story death without glory.
Infinite story so new, so hoary.
Build a tower of strength and watch it weaken.
Construct high hopes as the brightest beacon.
Watch the seagulls eat the trash.
You contemptuously ditch.
Do you know a seagull?
Do you know a wreck?
Are you tired of the tide?
Are you tired of the tide?
Roll in a rock pool, come let's hide.
Do you know a raging wind?
Do you know a seagull?
Do you know a wreck?
Do you know a raging wind?
Are you tired of the tide?
Are you tired of the tide?
Roll in a rock pool, come let's hide.
Tower of strength takes to the sea, oh, oh, oh, oh.
"Play"
Rock and Roll beast is dead, but your hunger must be fed.
Come on everybody join your hands.
Come in every brain clap new bands.
Come in everybody clap your hands.
Come on every brain join new bands.
We all play the same old chords.
We all tread the same old boards.
Come on everybody join your hands.
Come in every brain clap new bands.
Come in everybody clap your hands.
Come on every brain join new bands.
"Sacrifice"
God is nothing more than an obsessive lie.
While Sunday school children are brainwashed into the line,
And presented with as truth what's really just a lie,
Another childs' self-belief is sacrificed.
In the eyes of the lord, men are his servants.
In the eyes of the lord, women are men's servants.
In the eyes of the lord, we're authority's servants.
In the eyes of the lord, everyone's a servant.
Sexual roles perversely glorified.
Beyond virgin motherhood, all status is denied.
But starvation and death's; the real testament
to the truth of the god your bible represents.
"Cosmetic Plague"
Being honest is no means of survival.
avoid your inner-feelings like the plague.
This is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accommodate.
But things aren't what they seem when they're partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind.
The barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define.
In a world of competition life's portrayed as a contest where we're forced to live by making gains at others expense,
But no-one's really gaining when perpetual conflict's the result of our relationships based on pretense.
We don't need this cultural cosmetic division
it upholds the self-interest on which the system feeds,
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect
is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.
"Subdued Violence"
Let's find someone we can blame it all on.
Someone so stupid they can't see.
Pull out each hair one by one,
By three sick old frail worm, claustrophobia.
Suck suck suck, suck the puss holes dry.
Hate noise, hate you, acrophobia.
Punch kapow now, how bang down the door.
Mediocre idiocy, harlequin acting girl.
Dreams could be the root of a passable growth.
Treated as a child, how are children treated.
Broken arms, broken brains it's not a bit funny.
Minor dramas, minor life, closed mind.
Case history, pretension mystery
Don't mention it pathetic past.
Future forever future for never white.
Feather apprenticed weather seller.
Fight for light and you'll get dark.
"Only Human"
Hey you!
Yeah you!
You're the only human everyone's an alien.
Save you, save you.
We're malevolent, malignant, tumours sucking on your body.
Preying on your mind never mind, never mind.
Preying on your mind never mind, never mind.
Dissecting your soul, spirit, being or whatever.
Put your brain,
we've your whole life videoed.
Your womb, sub-life, childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age.
"Bile Ball"
A stagnant pool of bile contains as much interest...
...As the bible.
and is much less harmful,
and is much more helpful,
and is much more reverend,
and is much more irreverent,
"Farce"
She is such a pretty girl,
Her shape fits well into a mould.
Her mind removed, her body's sold,
She does exactly what she's told.
And he is such a brave young man,
If his brain can't then violence can.
His mind was drained since life began
of the compassion he once had.
Why go on living in the past?
We just uphold the sexual farce.
Past is past, is past, is farce.
Why go on living in the past?
If air to breathe is hard to find
In her tight mould she doesn't mind.
She fits in well, she's one of a kind
Her processed mind upholds the lies.
And he in turn plays out the part,
We tempted him with from the start.
And she in turn plays out the part
Dictated to her by the past.
Why go on living in the past?
We just uphold the sexual farce.
Past is past, is past, is farce.
Why go on living in the past?
"Bloody Jellies"
There will be no coffins
When you and I die.
No consecrated ground.
A sin to end all sins,
and angels with scorched wings,
and if the thought of this stings.
Sorry god there's no coffins,
Just bloody jellies.
No coffins,
Just bloody jellies.
Glance at the nice town.
See the war plan it owns.
There will be mass graves,
So I want my death-grant
30 pounds in advance.
Buy now, don't leave to chance.
At least it's the final kill
No coffins,
Just bloody jellies.
No coffins,
Just bloody jellies.
This, their creation
To purify the planet.
A new beginning.
No, it's not destruction.
"Mice Race"
Dawn breaks but it isn't a new day.
Men like sheep, women like mice,
all caught in the rat race.
Take a closer look at what's going on today.
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Are you not aware of a feeling of humiliation?
Don't you have to sell yourself and keep on saying "Sir"?
Are you really satisfied that every thing's O.K.?
Conditioned from the start and controlled from all directions.
Swamped by a normality that mustn't be questioned.
Ignorance is only a form of self-deception.
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Take a closer look at what's going on today.
Are you really satisfied that every thing's O.K.?
Cos perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
"Defined by Age"
The gap between
young and old
Exists because
it's what we're told.
The older generation or the youth of today.
Views and actions
defined by age.
Defined by age.
Defined by age.
The complacency
of middle age.
False dignity,
moral outrage.
Is just the same
as the teenage rebel pose.
Another source
of money making.
Exploitation.
Manipulation.
A gap is nothing,
an empty space.
In your mind,
defined by age.
Fill the space.
Defined by age.
Fill the space.
Defined by age.
"Zero Again"
The end of the line where zero's the sign.
A hole in the mind, deaf, dumb and blind.
Nothing to cry not even an eye.
Zero again, the end of no end.
A vacant space lacks a familiar face.
An unknown face finds a vacant space.
The memory killed by a hole soon filled.
Zero again there remain no remains.
Death has begun and Jesus loves no-one
No-one.
"Bubble"
You have a bubble of hope you live inside, you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope.
It's your choice O.K., but I won't follow, smug in your bubble of hope.
You have a bubble of hope you live inside, you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope.
It's your choice O.K., but I won't follow, smug in your bubble of hope.
You have a bubble of hope you live inside, you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope.
It's your choice O.K., but I won't follow, smug in your bubble of hope.
Pop goes the bubble,
the rubber bubble of hope,
choke on hope.
I'll shrivel outside
de-hydrated pride,
seeps from a glue bag,
society's glue bag smothers.
Pop goes the bubble,
the rubber bubble of hope,
choke on hope.
I'll shrivel outside
de-hydrated pride,
seeps from a glue bag,
society's glue bag smothers.
"1/4 Dead"
Three quarters of the world are starving.
Three quarters of the world are starving.
The rest are Dead.
The rest are Dead.
Overdosed on insensitivity,
all varnished to crosses.
Overdosed on insensitivity,
all varnished to crosses.
Three quarters of the world are starving.
Three quarters of the world are starving.
The rest are Dead.
The rest are Dead.
"Blissful Myth"
It's Escapist shit of a feeble kind.
A fucked up institution for fucked up minds.
Holy Matrimony is a Blissful Myth.
Wholly based on tradition, wholly based on bullshit.
think you love each other, think youre so in touch,
but its the shit institution you love so much.
You love so much.
You love so much.
You love so much.
You love so much.
Is your caring so stifled, so Perverted and Sick?
That you need vowes and Duties so that it won't Slip?
You make your love secure but what of respect?
Does it only exist as another truth to forget?
So your limited caring is the best you can give.
Smeared with lies and traditions behind which you live.
Holy matrimony is a Blissful myth.
Wholly based on tradition Wholly based on bullshit.
"Psycho Squat"
Couldn't stand Dummy and Maddy no More.
Thats why
I had to go to the
psycho,
psycho Squat.
Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body.
?????
The winning Spiel goes round and Round.
The mass Debate Never ends.
"Rotten to the Core"
Have you Realised that Rock Stars
always seem to lie so much?
John Lydon once said he cared,
but he never really gave a fuck.
Said he'd use the money he made
So that people would have somewhere to go,
but now he lives in the U.S.A.,
and Snorts Coke after the Show.
Why is it that Rock Stars
always seem to lie so much?
Joe Strummer once said he cared,
but he never really gave a fuck.
Said he'd use the money he made
to set up a radio station to make the
Airwaves full of something more than Shit.
Have you noticed we're still Waiting?
You must realise that Rock Stars
always seem to lie so much.
Some will always tell you that they care,
but they don't really give a fuck.
Still you suckers don't ever learn
that rock stars deal in money not truth.
It's good Buisiness to exploit you.
Just look at Lydon or Strummer for Proof.
"Poppy Cock"
Poppies are the Opium of the People.
You prefer poppies to people.
You take pride in Genocide.
There are no poppies in the U.S.A.
There are no poppies in the U.S.S.R.
Poppy monopoly in the U.K.
Poppy Monopoly O.K.
Poppies are the opium of the people.
"Cosmic Hearse"
Floating round the universe.
Fucking in our cosmic hearse.
You know time don't ever end.
Can't evade those dead zen men.
You're the meat in Big Buddhas Dinner.
One day you'll eat us all up too.
One day is now.
"The Cloud Song"
The Black Cloud gathers smothers my brain
as I cry another tear in this struggle of Pain.
Another hurdle to clear, is it all the same?
Is the conquest of pain my only aim?
The pain has got to stop, it's eating into me.
My apathy upholds this misery.
this hatred for myself will destroy me.
If I don't to give it the love it needs
Have you ever realized you must love Yourself?
If you don't, then can you love anybody else?
Nobody can reach you through your personal hell.
You'll just eat yourself away in your tortured shell.
"Vampirestate Building"
What's that festering Grotesque
Over there in a
Wheelchair, wheelchair, wheelchair, wheelchair?
??????
Stifled in a Straitjacket
Self inflicted Safety pin Wounds, wounds, wounds, wounds.
is it Punkoid? Devoid? Schizoid? Mumbling?
Mumbling. Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.
Vampire state building is crumbling, is Crumbling, is Crumbling.
Crumbling, crumbling, crumbling, crumbling.
Vampire State building is crumbling, is crumbling, is.
"Blasphemy Squad"
Blasphemy squad.
Thriving on hate,
in the warfare state,
like piss in a pod.
Never forget. Never ever forgive.
Wash your mouth out with pope.
Death love god squad.
and the babies of christ,
pin you all down,
in their burial mound.
Never forget. Never ever forgive.
Wash your mouth out with pope.
No need to feed
from Corpus Christi.
No need to cower.
inside you's the power.
Never forget. Never ever forgive.
Wash your mouth out with pope.
Hairy white mouse.
and the rubber arch bish,
the crazed entourage,
their immoral barrage,
they censored this line with a brick through my head,
washed my mouth out with pope.
Blasphemy Squad.
Blasphemy Squad.
Blasphemy Squad.
Blasphemy Squad.
"When you are a Martian Church"
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When the dust has settled,
and you're born again,
maybe as a martian church,
maybe then you'll see.
That your reality,
was squashed into banality.
Squashed into banality.
Squashed into banality.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
"Pig in a Blanket"
I tell you about the animals.
How they suffer how they die.
You try to hide guilty doubt
from me with an appeasing smile.
You never want responsibility
for this murderous cruelty,
the wasteful piles of blood-soaked bodies.
You won't let your conscience see.
Ask yourself what makes you want this.
Torn ripped flesh so desperately.
Are you worthy of having this suffering
brought about to fuel your greed?
Not satisfied with killing animals?
You're killing millions of people as well,
as the numbers increase of those dying
in your man made 3rd world hell.
Millions dying all the time.
locked in your abbatoir of greed,
whilst you destroy them and yourself
by taking much more than you need.
There is no justice in this death.
No illusion i'll let you hide behind.
The tradition you use to hide animal murder
is nothing but a thin disguise.
"Inside"
No longer want to listen to your insane lies,
or call for the blood of those who've died,
or lust for the tears of another to be cried.
No longer want to suffer this pain inside.
No longer feel the need to crush all in sight,
or play any part in a cruel and bitter fight
to maintain a blood stained curse of pride,
no longer want to suffer this pain inside.
No longer want to suffer this pain inside.
No longer want to suffer this pain inside.
No longer want to suffer this pain inside.
No longer want to suffer this pain inside.
"Nothing but a Nightmare"
What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of dying in your mindless death?
What's the point of living in your lifeless mind?
Have you ever even had the thought of thinking,
or is it you're just ignorant and ignorant?
Have you ever even had the thought of thinking?
Pathetic fool trapped inside your skull.
The pile of shit inside your brain in which you live
is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given.
You're too scared to face yourself.
You're too scared to face yourself,
so you're too scared to please yourself.
Living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare.
Nothing but a nightmare.
Nothing but a nightmare.
Nothing but a nightmare.
"Flesh Crucifix"
Carnivores are like tombstones.
Cremating animal carcasses,
creating animal shit coffins.
Carnivores are like tombstones.
Carnivores are flesh tombstones.
"Slimy Member"
Grind your bones to make their bombs.
Nothing so slimy as a member,
or obscene as the prime cut.
The real chaos merchant.
Severed head of state.
Masters of disasters.
With jingo and jargon,
juggling with our jugulars.
The iron lady cried.
The people came to see.
The rust blow down the street,
nothing so slimy as a member,
or obscene as the prime cut.
The real chaos merchant.
Severed head of state.
Masters of disasters.
With jingo and jargon,
juggling with our jugulars.
The iron lady cried.
The people came to see.
"Love is not"
Love is not your parents lies,
it's a myth that they create.
True expression you're denied.
In their "love" it has no place.
Love is not your parents lies.
Do they really care for you?
Why then must they hide behind
duty and guilt that smothers you.
You.
Love is not your parents lies,
strung up by hostility.
Never doubt that they're so kind,
it's a sordid parody.
Love is not your parents lies.
Blackmail keeps you in your place.
You can struggle, you can try,
but they won't see your real face.
Love is not your parents lies,
but you dare not face this fact.
Their pretense at paradise,
keeps you down and holds you back.
Love is not your parents lies.
Smash the myth of unquestioned love.
It's a role they hide behind,
dumb pretence is not enough.
Not Enough.
"Radio Schizo"
Transatlantic, titanic freak shout.
Radio Schizo.
New empire's devouring old.
Radio Schizo.
The one's called sane wanna self destruct.
Radio Schizo.
Peoples caught in poison webs.
Radio Schizo.
Chains their brains to the media mains.
Radio Schizo.
Fabel and label, make your tower of babel.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo.
"Happy Farm"
As you walk out of the valium of death,
a sad feeling limps around your brain.
Funny farmers sowing seeds of discontent.
Pumping nerve gas around unfeeling veins.
War junkies perish in the wreckage of their brains,
mind-ward earthlings seek to change our path.
Stench crawling over the snow,
bilious bodies terrorized by fastfood sugar demons.
Unhappy nuclear bomb-doubt families,
meltdown in the melting tin pot boilers.
Another crutch splinters and snaps.
Time to heal the split atoms now,
happy farm.
"Alice Crucifies the Pedophiles"
Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.
Not long now to the sub-teen revolution.
The winding up's gone on too long.
Babies bite back
Babies bite back.
The babies bite back.
Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.
Not long now to the sub-teen revolution.
The winding up's gone on too long.
Alice crucifies the pedophiles.
Alice crucifies the pedophiles.
Alice crucifies the pedophiles.
Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.
not long now to the sub-teen revolution.
The winding up's gone on too long.
The babies bite back,
The babies bite back,
Babies bite back,
Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.
"Army of Jesus"
Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.
Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.
Stone the crows
and fuck the pigs,
and pass the ammunition
to Jesus.
The holy ghost in mohawk hair has crept in every fucking where.
Ten tons of the babes foreskin,
and fifty-thousand skeletons of Jesus.
Army of Jesus.
Army of Jesus.
Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.
Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.
Tho' the world ate all your shits,
they're still allowed to starve.
The Turin shroud can't cover
up your evil-smelling cloud.
deliver us from Jesus
forever and ever.
Bloody men.
Bloody men.
Bloody men.
"Dutch Men"
1902 inside a British concentration camp,
Where 20,000 Dutchmen
including children die.
Do you feel any pity for these murdered men and women
who died at the hand of the British Empire?
Victims they may have been,
But innocent they were not.
They were murderers just the same
with their own code of hate.
These Dutchmen carried rifles,
went out hunting on horseback,
delighting in the slaughter
of a bigger kind of prey.
taking part
in the latest wave of genocide,
they found killing Zulus much more fun than any other game.
Victims they may have been,
But innocent they were not.
They were murderers just the same
with their own code of hate.
These Zulu warriors felt so proud
of all the suffering they had caused.
Driven to a frenzy by the death hate of tribal wars.
Bound up by their own morals,
bigotry, and lies and shit.
It's just the same in Northern Ireland, Poland and Afghanistan.
They're just fighting for the right
to enforce their own oppression.
Through the bigotry and blindness
of their moral law.
"Nightgaunts"
Hairy flesh impinges from all directions. Somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner. Giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door. Dark petalled sensitive plants scuttle over carpets. Black statuettes animate square heads firestokers. Skewer me in flame.
Paradise lost dore aint no rowboat. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Hellish barb bifid. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Impossible bat wings. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
They took my father today 1697. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
But science foils our phobias. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Noiseles faceless for faces frighten neighbours. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt,
Bloated somnambulitic shoggoths plash. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Hpl paraphrased ad nauseum. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Obscene clutch indigestion? gripe? cancer! Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Recurrent nightnare of death. Nightgaunts Nightgaunts.
"The Horrors in the Museum"
A muse musing in a museum.
What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em?
Always just that bit behind glass.
Always just that bit behind glass.
Fondling the master's skull.
fondling the master's skull as a child.
One of his coffin nails
for one hundred dollars.
A muse musing in a museum.
What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em?
Always just that bit behind glass.
Always just that bit behind glass.
Fondling the master's skull.
fondling the master's skull as a child.
One of his coffin nails
for one hundred dollars.
A muse musing in a museum.
What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em?
Always just that bit behind glass.
Always just that bit behind glass.
Fondling the master's skull.
fondling the master's skull as a child.
One of his coffin nails
for one hundred dollars.
Museum Eke out. Who determined the babyish bible's canon? Eschatological countdown Dictionary chewing last generation military messiah political king Gods! O Gawd O Montreal Dead Sea scrolls caco kyrie caco kyrie A low life milk-sop politicalking Cthulhu & Co. HPL the t-shirt, the album. Repeats in dubs the quest of Peni Alienists pretty well dispose of this love business Lovecraft's last orgasm Lovecraft lives in Del Rey books Lovecraft's rock follies Acrobatic adjectives in my own town's Georgian steeples Nonsensical nouns Chrysler Building not Vampire State Puritanical sexuality Horror quelle horreur Eldritch rainbow face She's walking up to the door Atrophy mother of Parliaments You're not such a sensitive plant Stereoscope kaleidoscope periscope pedascope telescope in order to see (Things better. More clearly even those lying far off. Instrument. Tool for Verismus. Microscope magnifier of the miniscule. Even things unseen. Machine implement for Pyagnon) Rudiments of genteel behaviour Hairy wig Yak! You have hit a nerve, Sir. Maze of my minutiae reveals nothing of me Evil eye Dead Penies from heaven deceased materialist Atrophy museum UK Censor ship of fools Relinquish batancy One Semi-unaculturated The blockhead that collected Lovecraft Industrial revolutionaries Corpus cat Story all too prophetic Sir Fred Hoyle's spores Ululator martian alligator Christology milk-sop religion build in a home for the splinters of my heart Kidlet with withering sarcasm
"Macabre Heritage"
Cave art,
poe,
book of Enoch,
poe,
caviculae of solomon,
poe,
phlegon,
por,
beowulf,
poe,
dante,
poe,
mrs. shelley,
poe,
poe,
huysmans,
poe,
de la mare,
poe,
machen,
poe,
dunsany,
poe,
m.r. james,
poe.
"The Only Child"
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
I'm the only fucking child there ever was.
I'm the only fucking child. Adulthood is hell.
Namby-pamby protracted childhood.
The only alternative.
Namby-pamby protracted childhood.
Earthworks of infantility.
The facts of life
cleaned from
passion-killing.
anatomical tomes.
You don't need pot to see Pan.
You don't need pot to see Pan
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
And I formed a dislike
for killing things.
which could not fight back,
Childish and childlike.
My rocking horses,
at the head
of the stairs.
My rocking hearses.
I am Providence.
I am Providence.
I am Providence.
I am Providence.
I am Providence.
I am Providence.
I am Providence.