The Cage

Masquerade

Fuck you, I'm going underground
To the bottom of the earth I'm bound
I control the light switch, no one makes a sound
Goodbye world I'm going underground

Destiny has tested me again
Filling me with thoughts of giving in
Paint me in the corner, flash a shiny grin
I passed the test and yes I win again

Rocket to the bottom, let the drill bit spin
Loose debris and lava, seal my vessel in
Ultraviolet bulbs of light will save my fragile skin
So far below I hope to never see the sun again

Fuck you, I'll tunnel underground
To live without my enemies around
Retinas are burning, lack of sight profound
Fuck you, I'll tunnel underground

Can't you see I live the way I choose?
Away from robots making all the rules
Despite the calculations, I know I must refuse
Fuck it all, I live the way I choose

Rocket to the bottom, let the drill bit spin
Loose debris and lava, seal my vessel in
Ultraviolet bulbs of light will save my fragile skin
So far below I hope to never see the sun again

Fuck you, I'm staying underground
Sub terrain is warmer anyhow
Up and up and up and up is making me feel down
Fuck you, I'm staying underground

fuck you i'm going underground

Ferryman By Shayfer James and Willy Wood

This is a song from my youtube series building a guillotine. I had to reupload because I uploaded the wrong version.

Kill The Sun

Steam Powered Giraffe - Brass Goggles

We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)

And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave

There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"

And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale

(oh..)

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my heart great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)

The Decemberists - Mariner's Revenge Song

Je partirai les mains dans las poches...

Dirt Poor Robins - Great Vacation

Puppet Loosely Strung

Fear & Delight

A song about Freud.

Lyrics:
If I’m so smart and I’m so pretty,
Damn this town and damn this city;
You never give me anything that I want.
 
No one seems to really care.
They're just wholly unaware
Of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn.
 
But you won’t understand
All the things that I am
Cause' I’m crazy in just too many ways.
 
But I get that little feeling
When my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing,
All my fibers say to run away.

Count my little scars, I’ve got dozens down inside.
I come complete and invincible, behind my dirty imbecile.
All these things I’ve tried, boy: be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young.
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness in this atmosphere.

Love my mum and love my daddy,
Sure they messed me up but that is
Voices that they left inside of my head.
 
Darling, dearest, don’t you see?
I’m tough, I’m smart, I’m bourgeois,
And I’ll play out this lie until we’re all dead.
 
Am I good? Is all I could
Enough for you? 
 
I’m so scared
Of when and where
I’ll find the truth.

Steam Powered Giraffe - Brass Goggles

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