header

cavalcade

Menu
cavalcade

Cavalcade

May 28, 2021

  • Picture Disc
  • Black LP
  • CD
  • Cassette
Buy Listen Golden Ticket
  • John LWatch Listen Read

    Three encores of Oh Sonny Boy backed only by accordion
    Three rows of pale brunettes protect him from the crowd
    The curtain a patchwork of imitation vermillion
    A red bulb hangs low above the throne that has been found

    This is the scene on Main Street when John L comes to town

    Crowds of every age, creed and gender are abound
    Signor kitsch sings skits detailing each attendees sins
    First time anteaters lose themselves in the wings
    With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king

    In all the world there’s no escape from this infernal din

    “Children of Bethlehem, come all boys and girls,
    Come Listen to these, my eternal words
    Judge not who you see by whatever they may say
    But by their round eyes, lips, ears and curves
    A man is his country, your country is you
    All bad is forewarned, all good will come true”

    These words are heard on Main Street when John L comes to town

    This garbling non-song whips throng into frenzy
    The last echoes of his crooning now cease to be heard
    No-longer-pale brunettes are broken in two
    And thrown to the snouts of the anteater crew

    John L is in tatters
    His soapbox usurped
    His torn robes adorn the
    Tree stumps of the earth
    No hack with an army
    Will last long before he
    Breeds men who yearn
    For their own bloody glory

    That was the scene on Main Street when John L came to town

  • Marlene DietrichListen Read

    Under soft lights
    With a taped back face
    Our soft spoken queen
    Takes her place on the stage

    As the big curtains open
    The last troops run in quick
    For the one and only
    Marlene Dietrich

    She whispers demurely
    “from The Blue Angel”
    The song we all know
    The one that we’ve paid for

    Fills the hall tight
    And pulls at our hearts
    And puts in her place
    The girl she once was
    In that suit of ’33
    Soundtracked by disapproving commentary

    And my shuddering neighbour
    Turns and roughly rouses me
    He says, “While a kiss on the lips may not make a frog a prince,
    An orgasm renders any queen a witch:
    Metamorphosis exists!”

    Damn all us idiots
    Damn us till death
    Relentlessly trying to untie our knots of
    Rivers and roads that defy all sense

    But her hands loosen all
    And her voice brings you youth
    Her cheeks cradle the holy breath
    That pumps the lungs of her Mackie Messer

    And she beats the heart of her Mackie Messer
    And she walks the stage with her Mackie Messer
    And she makes us smile with her Mackie Messer

  • Chondromalacia PatellaWatch Listen Read

    Losing grip
    Another drip
    A new cold

    Air passing through a new hole on the white rocks of the pink mould

    No strength left
    To pull the cord
    Of the morning bell

    A million diamonds sing inside an empty shell

    Always crashing, screaming
    Relentlessly bashing
    Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses
    Seldom finished
    The beasts of the nighttime
    Canfrenkin borentis asotzkee, potzkee borree

    Fingertips folding, deep in their tunnels black creatures make nests no needle can rupture

  • SlowWatch Listen Read

    Time winding down
    Slowly

    Just one more try

    I'm almost on my way
    Cracking, snapping, little footsteps
    Beaks all break

    Slowly

    Searching
    Still searching

    Slowly it falls and slowly it dies
    Slowly it crumbles right under my eyes
    And it takes so long

    And I wonder
    Just how long it took
    To get there

    I guess I'll wait
    How much longer
    Any day

    How much further
    Must I wake

    I guess I'll wait

    Slowly falls, slowly dies
    Slowly crumbles right under my eyes

    Slowly

    Stood up, shot
    Between the eyes
    Consolation

    Slowly

  • Diamond StuffListen Read

    And only when
    The sun is ours
    Didn't take long to find out I'm a husk
    Made of diamond stuff

    I don't seem to bleed this time

    Hair slicked back to a black slick
    The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch
    On an anthracite field I am laid out
    And a diamond drill takes my feet off

  • DethronedListen Read

    Defaced
    Dethroned
    The fate
    Unknown
    Unsure
    Unkempt
    His pride
    None left

    Snatched with rage, his gift was thrown
    Blindly into the depths below
    Irretrievable under that stone

    Almost stopped
    On the brink
    Somehow He still thinks
    Today is
    Just a blip
    The footnote that ends his entry at the centre of
    All self respecting encyclopedias

    That face he will not see again, will always be with him will never leave, will mock
    him in sleep, remind him

    In every reflection, translucent and shimmering, those marbles appearing to make him

    Weightless as ever, forever weak
    Forever needing a distraction to speak

    Elephant eyeballs hovering over all thought with lips ever puckered, aimless fishes within.

    He’ll never tell anyone, and no one will ever find out, it will always be with him no doubt
    He wants to feel sympathy for’m, but he’ll come back again and again

  • Hogwash and BalderdashListen Read

    Hogwash and balderdash
    Chickens from the pen
    Coming down the rivers
    Of Salafessien
    Picking out fish bones
    On unstable rafts
    Checking every angle
    And foliage gap

    “Can’t keep this speed,
    The sun’s too much"
    “Balderdash settle! You’ve just lost the touch”
    This hogwash he stood
    And licked fingers clean
    While mocking his comrades
    Admits to defeat
    He kicked and he scolded
    And pulled on low cheeks

    Hogwash and balderdash
    Chickens from the pen
    Surveying the beaches
    Of Salafessien

    Picking out pebbles
    And throwing them ashore
    Checking each second
    For men of the law
    Hogwash stops and stares at the floor
    “From where comes this stench that can’t be ignored?”
    Lucky for balder his sweat escapes view
    This being the origin of the aromatic stew
    (Which led to the following bellow of “phioux!”)
    With his right on his nose, hogs left hand claps balder
    Across his bare scalp as if to extract
    His brain, thought submissive, that inside grows bolder....

  • Ascending ForthListen Read

    Everyone loves ascending fourths

    \

    Paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
    Impotent Mark holds his pen to forehead
    Waiting for proof of his unquestioned gift

    3 open windows bring air to his cheeks
    The rest of him smothered in 3 sweat drenched sheets
    With commission spent and date drawing near
    And no newborn zeal or written ideas

    A receding hum, akin to pink noise
    Escapes his cerebral hand that toys,
    Miserably clutching it never avails
    Without resorting to kitschy entrails

    To stand up tall and straight is to break one leg
    Since last Third Quarter he has not got out of bed
    Meanwhile, envoys follow the stars, and the arcs of the larks,
    further north to collect the work promised to their employer noblemen

    He tries in vain for one pure line
    under the weight of tired eyes
    He gives in to the warm soft night
    to drift carefree beyond imagined eyes

    In dreams he finds a cure that for now will suffice

    Everyone loves ascending fourths

    Paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
    Watch Markus spill ink freely on his finest scores
    65 repetitions of ascending fourths

    As dawn breaks men arrive in droves, forcing the door
    His work unfinished, they do not accept and throw him to the floor
    He comes to in chains

    Brought in front of judges
    For testing good faith
    To try, to risk, to fail

    Unanimously condemned
    His masterpiece schmaltz
    Impure, no heart, no taste
    Markus ascends Forth, In the heart of the common man

Schlangenheim

Schlagenheim

June 21, 2019

  • LP
  • CD
  • Cassette
Buy Stream
  • 953Listen Read

    Please stop all of this
    Strange fantasy
    This is not who you are
    Not who you want to be
    Not who I want you to be
    You were once so kind
    Please remove these thoughts
    Remove them from your mind
    For they are a disgrace
    To yourself and your family
    If not I’ll have to make..

    So self righteous
    Do not lie
    What a contradiction
    An eye for an eye
    You are too lazy
    It is purely fantasy
    And it takes so quick
    Everyone joins in
    It is condemned, it is a sin.

  • SpeedwayWatch Listen Read

    new city,old buildings
    build this ground
    on floodplain
    near needly water
    and dog shit park

    new city, old buildings
    council going
    missing tonight
    to live next to
    live next to the game
    new flats, new ground

    honey
    we won't build to this code
    honey
    we won't build it
    honey
    we won't build
    honey
    we won't we won't we won't

    x2 (rpt last line twice second time round)

    stock car racing
    speedway

    old greyhounds
    new old ground

    this new city
    this new town
    this new sound
    this new ground

    and old gripes
    cup ties
    turnstiles (relegation)
    don't sit right

    up here x4

  • ReggaeListen Read

    It may be sweet
    It may be poor
    It may be back
    It may be fore
    It may be done
    It may be sick
    It may be sweet
    It may be

    It may be new
    It may be cross
    It may be sweat
    It may be woe
    It may be hard
    It may be hard

    It may be dark
    It may be mould
    It may be back
    It may be old
    It may be done
    It may be sick
    It may be soon
    It may be tongue

    But as long as I keep an hourglass, everything’s in line
    Maybe it’s in an hourglass, everything in line
    But if I could be as elegant as Soothe way he comes in through a room in a way I cannot do.
    He’s got a coat of nine tails and fresh leather shoes, straight from the cow I tell you! warm from the cow.
    But my shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range
    My shoes: the rotting flesh of a mange
    My shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range

    And I have no name to the skin folds near who show no face but I can hear as they gawk and the gurn and they scream and they laugh, I must make a new plan if I hope to ever-last

    And it may be
    It may be
    It may be
    It may be

    It may be done and it may be through and it may be woe and it may be non and itmay be sweet and it may be cold it may be done it may be done it may be may be may be maybe

    As long as I keep
    As long as I keep
    As long as I keep

    As long as I keep
    As long as I keep
    As long as I keep everything will fall into line

  • Near DT,MIListen Read

    he sleeps alone
    drinks alone
    outside
    his home

    they're loving the water, they bathe/breathe in the water
    fight in the water, (they're) fixing the water
    what's in the water, here in the water
    and I see you hide

    I'm alive, I can see
    the water's foul and it's hard to breathe
    there's lead in the water there's lead in the water
    there's lead in the water and you think that I'm fine
    I'm stained by the water and only the water
    I'm drained by the water are you losing your mind
    dead in the water-dead in the water

  • WesternListen Read

    We’d wake before daylight
    Practice up until noon
    He wanted perfection
    So always the same tune

    After all the pretty things you’d done for me, I left you in a ditch
    You were the bank but I was the star on the silver screen
    My cheeks made blind men see and they all rose for me
    But After all the pretty things you’d done for me, I left you in a ditch

    My voice grew hoarse reciting words you know so well though no one heard, they would so soon once my sound was known to the finest tastes that set global tone.
    -“I’ll helm the seas of a burgeoning scene as the new-come queen
    While you lick your wounds in a hole that’s black perpetually”

    A pink caterpillar with six anorexic children let me stay but I had to keep moving through anteater town after anteater town after anteater town after anteater town after anteater town after...I’d spent all your cash by the time I got to Schalgenheim
    And your name was gouged, it was no use. To think that you could play!
    But despite all the stupid plans you set for me, you’re still in that ditch

    I was led here after some talk of atmospheres
    I skipped the line, made it known that I was one to see
    The desk was pain, said I did not fit
    No time for ploys and games I made my way
    Through flocks of imbeciles I crawled for some entry point
    But the curtain drew. I was too late. in a white suit filled with hay, you were on stage

    Lights came dim and hands came one
    Though not for me
    He sat and began the sound
    It sang the chords of my memory, implying that tune

  • Of SchlagenheimListen Read

    He’s at the centre
    She’s at the centre

    Monday morning, commotion throughout, Reverberations of a bells sound.
    A sweetheart calls, I venture forth, a voice so fair I had no thought.

    Preaching on the pro’s of naval aviation
    -“ha n’a n’a n an n’a n’a heeee n’a”
    I’m so enthralled by this grand affair so I choose to be one with the scum of this air

    Nought is true
    So unclean
    Smells so bad
    Looked so grand

    The thing left at one o’clock

    But no It is awful
    And sweat is running down
    No it is awful
    And the silesfunder he, -“hem I n’a n’a n’a neeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

    I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine
    Yes a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven and the feet of a prawn and the legs of a....

    Scrap pofff puff poff bluah bla
    Skre poff pef a hé n’a ne ne ne n’a o

    Sweat is running down my face I wish it could be cold, so I could get a bottle full of it and sell it to the old. Their leather cannot handle heatand cracks repulsively, I’d sell to soothe my eyesight not because they have the need
    He says, “come here sweetheart, give me a kiss”, with the thoughts of a sister whom he so dearly missed.
    I understand the reason and feel to comply, “but please first you must understand the reason why is because that
    I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine.
    And She’d be so sweet, she’d be so nice and she’d be all of mine.
    Yes a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine.
    She’d be so sweet yes she’d be so nice, teeth of a raven,hands of a porcupine.”

  • BmbmbmListen Read

    She moves with a purpose.

    What a magnificent purpose.

    They find different ways to suck themselves off but she does not care at all, she moves with a purpose.

  • Years agoListen Read

    years ago they tryda
    put me in a

    Years ago they tried to throw me in a payphone

    All I made was a penny and a black eye bababa (screaming)

    A pen and a black swan came and took my (screaming)

    (Race car)

    Years ago they tried to take me away they put me in a van I never saw my mother again I was left they tried to put me in a van I never saw my mother again

    Years ago they tried to cut me with a chainsaw

    All I had was pen and a crayon babababa baba (screaming)

    I drowned my own son in a cold river

    jammed my head in a generator bababa

    Do do wizdenia proszę

    dja dja dja dja dja Dziękuję

    Do do do wizdenia

    dja dja dja dja dja Dziękuję

  • DucterWatch Listen Read

    From now on I will be like this all of the time
    Though I have said that so many times

    I was under his scrutiny, but he failed to break me
    He laid out his theories, every one that he got. He tried his best to stay strong, and resilient.
    He does not view things as they are
    He views them as they fit into his plan
    He looks prophetic as he theorises my demise, but he is pathetic and he is nothing more

    He could not break me

    He looks so distraught as all his efforts amount to nothing
    I sit back and watch his 69 mind in full effect
    Every quote just eats itself with a new perspective
    He recycles points with a different tone of voice
    From lack of any reaction he begins to become complacent, I have the upper hand now all I need to do is speak
    I say, “diagnose if you wish but please first take your hands off your dick”

    He could not

    He would not

    He could not break me