“It is finished”

Into your hands I commit my MP3

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Breathe it in
As you step
From within
Pretend that it is fresh
In the air
You will let
The despair
Soak right into your flesh

Chorus:
The cloying stench of false freedom

Verse 2:
Round and round
You can’t stop
The unsound
Corruption of all you know
You’ve heard this
All before
You won’t miss
Once I finish the show

Bridge:
This bridge is written
To end this chapter
A purge of the darkness
That lived within
Not that its over
Or that I’m pure
But now I must say
It is finished

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Weird.

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Oh…. really?

This is where you can hear the MP3

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I feel my hopes soaring
With each step I take
I feel my hopes soaring
From this dream awake
Think as I approach
What will I there find?
Think as I approach
Leave it all behind

Chorus:
Feeding back to scorched earth

Verse 2:
The end’s getting closer
But is it what it seems?
The end’s getting closer
Fraying at the seams
Can’t escape the madness
Even in the light
Can’t escape the madness
Now its just real bright

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What is that?

MP3 here

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I trek along on this dark journey
And I wonder when this all might end
The road is long and I’m getting nowhere
How much more can this path extend

Chorus:
And then I see something up ahead
The first rays of tunnel’s end

Verse 2:
The crushing depths where this road began
Are well matched by where I’ve travelled through
I’ve groped along like a lost blind man
As the pain upon me does accrue

Bridge:
Walk towards, the bright light
Walk onwards, taste delight
Walk towards, the bright light
Walk onwards, do not fight

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This is the part where things build up…. in all senses of the word.

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:
See the blight spread
As the journey goes
What is ahead
Is there far to go

Verse 2:
The pollution
Gained on this dark road
The dilution
Makes my mind corrode

Chorus:
Cumulative corruption
Accumulated scourge
Need the end to purge

Verse 3:
I’m defiled
With each step I take
Rot compiled
Is this a mistake

Verse 4:
This affliction
Destroys all I am
From addiction
Can I end this sham

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A new concept album.

The title should give away the theme, and then some.

Especially if you speak ancient greek and can therefore understand the title of the suite.

This part is the obligatory instrumental introduction.

Starts with a soft bit, blippy synths, jazzy drums, soft pads and some noodley clean guitar solos.

Gets heavy in the second half.

I’ll explain it all when I get to the end of the set of songs.

As much as I can anyway.

MP3 is right here

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A song about Boobie Wednesday.

I even made a video for it:

And here is the MP3

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
What is #boobiewed?
Why are tits in my twitter list?
I guess the wed means Wednesday
And funbags are really fun

Chorus:
It is Boobie Wednesday
So reach in and have a feel
Yes its Boobie Wednesday
Lets stop cancer cos tits are cool

Verse 2:
So on Boobie Wednesday
Make sure to check for lumps
And remind all your friends
Because cancer really sucks

Verse 3:
Boobs aren’t the only cancer
You can get it anywhere
So keep checking with your doctor
To find it and treat it well

The best way to deal with your addictions is to give into them in a controlled manner.

Click here for the mp3

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Feel the burn in your brain
As your blood craves a taste
But you try to abstain
From what you once embraced

Chorus:
Compromise
Give into
Your weakness
Taste bleakness

Verse 2:
You might fight for awhile
As the flame burns the fuse
To resist is futile
For no one can refuse

Bridge:
Try to resist
It will insist
Try to desist
It will persist
As you protest
It will infest
As you detest
You will ingest

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A normal straight up thrash metal song about killing posers and their crap music.

Except for all the bits that aren’t.

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I am coming forth
Set to start a war
On all those who pose
Those dumb fucking hos
Who pollute the world
With musical afterbirth

Chorus:
Bludgeoning, destroying
Crushing the weaklings
Death to electro

Verse 2:
Your bland 808
I will desecrate
Vocoder and autotune
Wreckage will be strewn
And your pretty face
I’ll grind into a paste

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The title is a quote from the book To Hell And Back, by Lilith Saintcrow (the fifth and final title in the Dante Valentine series).

It is used to describe how a certain weapon feels.

As I was reading it I felt that it was a good phrase that sums up how I felt whilst finishing the book.

The song itself is…. weird. It is based around the D#/Eb Moorish Phrygian Scale with a 9/8 time signature, which those who understand what that means would know is not a basis for any kind of normal pop music.

In terms of instrumentation it is mostly synth driven, with a few guitar solos laid over the top in strategic places.

Genre wise, I think the music by Fear Factory, Liquid Tension Experiment and Frank Zappa I listened to last night might just have influenced the style. It ended up in some kind of weird avant-garde jazz fusion place with an industrial edge in the percussion.

Hence me calling it weird.

Listen to the mp3 here and decide for yourself