the-great-ascend.mp3

Originally recorded in 2011 on The Wizard's Keys album The Cave Under Kickass Hill

I'm the Pope of Checkin' Shit Out
I'm the love that fuels your belief
This is my one and only decree
Rock and Roll in Heaven with me

Donuts in the hole
Feed my zeal every morning
Getting fat on life
I'm alive
I'm alive

I'm the Pope of Checkin' Shit Out
I'm the love that fuels your belief
This is my one and only decree
Rock and Roll in Heaven with me

I'm the Pope of Desire
I'm the Pope of the Fire
I'm the Pope Clad in Leather
I'm the Pope of the Fire

I'm the Pope of Checkin' Shit Out
I'm the love that fuels your belief
This is my one and only decree
Rock and Roll in Heaven with me

I'm the Pope of Checkin' Shit Out
I'm the love that fuels your belief
This is my one and only decree
Rock and Roll in Heaven with me

I'm the Pope of Desire
I'm the Pope of the Fire
I'm the Pope Clad in Leather
I'm the Pope with Desire
I'm the Pope of Desire
I'm the Pope of the Fire
I'm the Pope Clad in Leather
I'm the Pope of Desire
I'm the Pope of the Fire

John Makarewicz - Drums
Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
Steve Murphy - Guitar, Vocals
Micah Robinson - Bass

The Pope of Checkin' Shit Out

Nelly

"Sabbatical Leave" is the first entry of "The Adventures of Prof. Gideon Longbottom". The evil researcher hates the world, and particularly his students with their smartphones always at hand. He therefore takes a Sabbatical leave to close himself into a laboratory in the cellar, for designing a weapon of mass destruction...with some (dark) humour.

Quantum Prana: vocals, lyrics, guitar, bass, mixing & mastering.
Math Generator: drums
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SABBATICAL LEAVE

Walking down the hall, the comedy plays  
Students mocking me, "The hatchback will pay" 
The rector won't pay me regards
The faculty has only retards
Walking stick is carrying
My twisted proportions

My forehead is spacious
To accommodate grandeur
Massive head, naughty grin
My asymmetric chin
Showing the wasteland of my hatred for you

BURN! THEM ALL! 
Petty dreams end in screams
Fire, your sins	
BURN! THEM ALL!
The final resolution
Apocalypse of melted skin

Students check their smartphone
For quantum optics attention is gone
Spoiling little brats, technology
Life upon a display, making them restless

Your ignorance, your blessing
The final resolution

I’m taking my leave
Working in silence
In the cellar
Holding your smartphone
My grin on their display

BURN! THEM ALL! 
Makeup and soaring screams
Flaming phones melt your skin	
BURN! THEM ALL!
The final resolution
I’m gonna be a superstar!

(My) walking stick in flames
But I won’t care at all
Dancing on your graves
My twisted figure at the shopping mall

Delirium of the senses
The women will be mine
I shall just collect the pieces
Legs oh, will be carbonised
But after all, it will be fair!

Stepping down the stairs, cursing them all
You wonder why my laughing erupts
“That evil man has gone nuts!”

The dawn of my revenge
Sabbatical call

BURN! THEM ALL!
BURN! THEM ALL!
Revenge is nigh!

Event Horizon

Sabbatical Leave (Academic Dread  Pt .1) (feat. MathGen)

Sabbatical Leave (Academic Dread, pt.1)

Requiem for the Dead

How can something invisible cause such scars?

How can it seep into every corner of the world? Spawn unending media coverage, mask statesmen, cripple multinationals .. the assault is obvious and dramatic. But those wounds will heal and fade and be forgotten soon enough. Others will always be scars.

The father gurgling and mewling a last goodbye through a ventilator, bloated, scared on the tablet screen, looking at a thumbnail of his family's wracking anguish. The nurse holding the tablet, hand trembling with emotion, tears running down her visor.

The grandmother too nervous to open the windows, bereft of allowable family, lonely and afraid. There are tins for a day or so, maybe more. The boiler has gone out. He used to know how to fix it, but he has passed. There is no-one to ask, no-one to tell. Her life has shrunk into something too small to be of interest or significance - to her or anyone else. The TV tells her the same message, same story, same instructions a hundred different ways. How to deal away hope, comfort, will.

The daughter in the crematorium, watching the coffin disappear into the furnace, her body sobbing and jolting, aching to be hugged. Her mother was worth a thousand times more than the cold, alien dozen mumbling hymns yards apart. The insult and the anger multiplied by grief.

The dog, pawing at her master's shin, whining gently. Tired and emaciated she will not leave him and rests her head at his feet until he is discovered days later.

Let's remember the many like these. When we feel indignant, deprived, inconvenienced, pray for those who left scars.

13/April/2020

Requiem For The Dead (Text By Nick Davies)

F-1'17 remix of Foochapig anchovy 

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