DELIVERING THE NEXT WAVE IN MUSIC vol 1

@audiobake & @gothic-funk

MY DOG STEPPED ON A BEE
WHILE TAKING A LEAK AGAINST A TREE
THEN ADDING INSULT TO INJURY
ANOTHER ONE STUNG HIS PEE PEE

OH, PLEASE DON’T LAUGH AT TRAGEDY
THE POOR THING YELPED IN AGONY
SO I HAD TO THINK FAST HE WAS ON HIS LAST
BUT SUCKING OUT THE POISON CHANGED ME

TELLING PORKIES SO ABSURD
HER GIANT YORKIES PLANTED TURDS
THEIR SINISTER ATTEMPT TO FRAME HER
HOPING JOHNNY DEPP WOULD BLAME HER

SEEMS THESE TERRIERS FROM HELL
SEIZED THIS MOMENT TO REBEL
REPELLED, COMPELLED, THEY DID EXPEL
A MULTILEVEL FERAL POOP, ENOUGH TO FILL A BARREL

BUT JUST WHAT SORT OF QUADRUPED
WOULD SINK AS LOW AS THAT
I SAY IT WAS A BIPED, NOT A RABBIT, DOG OR CAT
ME THINKS IT WAS AN ACTRESS, AN AWFUL ONE AT THAT
WHO TOOK A SHIT AFTER A SPAT, NOW TALKING THROUGH HER HAT

BORDERLINE SHE CROSSED THE LINE
ACCELERATES HER OWN DECLINE
IGNORES THE WARNINGS AND THE STOP SIGN
HISTRIONIC NARCISSIST, SHE DOES IT ALL THE TIME

HEARD SHOULD NOT BE SEEN OR HEARD
BUT WILL SHE LISTEN, NO SHE WON’T
MORE LIES POUR OUT, EACH MORE ABSURD
SHE’S NEVER STUCK FOR THE WRONG WORD

MY DOG STEPPED ON A BEE

Personally, I think this is one of best instrumentals I've done, but so far, haven't found many who are impressed by it!

PEDO PREACHERS (LOCK EM UP FOR LIFE)

HEY MR SERIAL KILLER
YOU SHOULDN’T BE ALONE TONIGHT
WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT ME
PICTURE ME IN BLACK AND WHITE

SHE WANTS TO BE YOUR NIGHTMARE
TEACH YOU ALL ABOUT DELIGHT
SO RUN YOUR NOSFERATU FINGERS
THROUGH HER BLOODSTAINED HAIR
BEFORE ANOTHER ONE DIES OF FRIGHT

AS UNDER HER BREATH
SHE WHISPERS “ANGEL OF DEATH”
YOU TIGHTEN YOUR GRIP
‘TIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT

SERIAL KILLER
SERIAL DREAMS
SERIAL LOVERS
SERIAL SCREAMS

SURREAL MOMENT
IN THE REAL WORLD
THE STORIES ARE COUNTLESS
BUT NEVER TOLD

DON’T FUCK WITH MY HEAD
THE SOCIOPATH SAID
AND DON’T YOU SCREW
WITH MY FINELY TUNED PSYCHE

AS UNDER HER BREATH
SHE WHISPERS “ANGEL OF DEATH”
YOU TIGHTEN YOUR GRIP
‘TIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT

SERIAL KILLER
SERIAL DREAMS
SERIAL LOVERS
SERIAL SCREAMS

SURREAL MOMENT
IN THE REAL WORLD
THE STORIES ARE COUNTLESS
BUT NEVER TOLD

WANNA PLACE PENNIES ON YOUR EYES
AND CATCH YOUR TEARS WHENEVER YOU CRY
FOR AS LONG AS YOU’RE HERE I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND
I WILL HOLD YOUR HAND TO THE VERY END

IT’S LIKE A VOICE IN THE DISTANCE
I WANNA BE YOUR VICTIM
I YEARN TO BE YOUR SWEET SIXTEENTH

IT’S LIKE A VOICE IN THE DISTANCE
I WANNA BE YOUR VICTIM
TO SATISFY YOUR EVERY WHIM

WHILE COMMITTING ACTS OF WANTON SIN
HE THINKS OF WHAT TO DO WITH HER SKIN
DISPOSING OF THE BODY IN A LIFELESS LAND
SOMEWHERE WHERE THE SUNLIGHT IS THIN

SO RUN YOUR NOSFERATU FINGERS THROUGH HER BLOODSTAINED HAIR

BECAUSE YOU LOVE THE CHASE
YOU HAD TO SHOW YOUR FACE
GRIPPING, BURNING, FRYING, DYING
IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR

AND NOW YOU’RE ON YOUR WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE
PASSING FROM THIS LIFE, VICTIMS FLASHING BY
HEADING FOR A PLACE WHERE YOU CANNOT HIDE
PROVIDENCE DEVINE, NO ESCAPE, THOUGH YOU’LL TRY

AND YOU’LL TRY…

REVOLVING DOOR
GROUNDHOG DAY
ETERNAL CIRCLE
DOWNWARD SPIRAL

BACK FOR MORE
TIME TO PAY
PREQUEL GREY
BUT A DIFFERENT SEQUEL

HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO BE THE QUARRY, THE MEAL
IN YOUR VICTIMS HANDS
DO YOU YET UNDERSTAND?

THE SCREAMS YOU’RE HEARING
ARE YOUR SOUL DISAPPEARING
THIS IS FEAR, YOU ARE SAYING
SUDDENLY YOU ARE PRAYING

WE WANT TO BE YOUR NIGHTMARE
TEACH YOU ALL ABOUT F-RIGHT
TAKE YOU TO A PLACE CALLED NOWHERE
DROWN YOU IN ETERNAL NIGHT

WE WANT TO HER YOUR ETERNAL SCREAMS
FEAST UPON YOUR DESPERATE PLIGHT
CORRUPTING EVEN YOUR PEACEFUL DREAMS
TAUNTING YOU WITH THOUGHTS OF FLIGHT

WANT YOU TO FEEL WHAT WE FELT
MULTIPLIED TO INFINITY
TO SEE YOUR PERSONA IN AGONY MELT
LEAVING YOU WITH ONE BRIEF MEMORY

THAT FINAL MOMENT WHEN THEY PULL THE SWITCH
CHOKING ON PAIN; A WALL OF FEAR CLOSED IN
SMOTHERED CRY FOR HELP, SOMETHING TOUCHING YOUR SKIN
TSUNAMI-LIKE EMOTIONS AND THE FACES WITHIN

WE WHISPER UNDER OUR BREATH
WE ARE THE ANGELS OF DEATH
WE TIGHTEN OUR GRIP
TILL THERE’S NOTHING…LEFT

HEY, MR SERIAL KILLER

Watch the video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45vI5icluCU

Gothic Funk - music and percussion (open collab)
https://soundcloud.com/gothic-funk/from-ukraine-with-love-open-collaboration-5

Music, additional percussion & production by Hobocop: https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

Vocals, lyrics by Cosmic Keanu and Hobocop

NOTE: Thanks for all the amazing feedback! We really appreciate it! If I don't answer back here, I'll be sure to repost, listen, and comment back on your tracks! (I've been having more and more issues lately with replying to comments. I'd like to get back to everyone if I could!)

Art by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics: 

Here we are, lost in haze
In an endless concrete maze
Working for our enslavement
nature giving way to pavement

Turn our back on truth
Our convenience is now a prison
Sold lies of a better tomorrow
Consumed by greed, promises hollow

Money's your God now

Hungry ghosts wail and moan
Believed the lies they were shown
Mouths agape at parlor tricks
Pied pipers’ lead to the river Styx

Forgot everything that’s come before
Bathed in the manufactured glow
Consuming all of our attention
cradle to grave their sole intention

We never take the time to ask
Who profits from our pain and lack
We watch others fall through the cracks
Our morals no longer intact

Black mirrors sell a vision
Improve our fallen condition
$19.99 for the golden calf
It’s half-off, better act fast

Slip down the evolutionary ladder
Brains shrink with each misstep
Sell our souls to get our kicks
How many skeletons got rich quick

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was free?

Babylon built brick by brick
Bad decisions wall us in
Search for the escape hatch
buried beneath mounds of scratch

We’ve reached critical mass
No attention span left to ask
Why the foundation is so cracked
Tipping point has been surpassed

Life valued less than common cents
Even our bodies have been lent
Ones and zeroes decide our fate
Plastic identity, totally fake

Sign on the dotted line 
Everything goes, name your price
Puppets dangle from golden threads
Souls gone, hearts of lead

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was...

Never enough to feed the beast
Consumes all for its feast
Never stops, feeds and feeds 
Belly bloated on all that breathes

We won’t stop until we reach
The highest peak of idiocy
Almost there, not much time left
We wallow in our lack of depth

There’s still time, we could say no
To this degenerate side-show
Turn back this broken clock
The door will open if we knock

Unless...

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was free?

Video

Money (Gothic Funk, Hobocop, Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

MIX/MASTER - WOODS STUDIO
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio

(SCROLL DOWN FOR DELETED VERSES I WROTE IN SOME KIND OF FIT!)

You’ve got me where you want me		
What more can I say
You’ve got me where you want me
I wouldn’t have it any other way

It wasn’t as if I was some busy bee then
Pollen falling out of my hair   
Well I had my share		
Guess I had my share             
But did someone care?                           
Who was there to care?     
My heart grew weary
I told myself “dearie”
A true love is mighty rare


You pulled me out of hiding
You know that you did
You pulled me out of hiding
I admit I wasn’t well hid

I don’t claim that anyone called me reclusive
But no one really came round to check
Was it self neglect
Yeah it was self neglect
What did I expect?
What did I expect?
I couldn’t gain traction
Afraid to take action
You lifted me off the deck

You know what you did
You know what you did
Who you trying to kid
You know what you did

You told me ‘sit and listen’
The lecture was stern
You told me ‘sit and listen’
I know I've lots more to learn 
And then it’s your turn

You know what you did!
Got what you wanted
You know what you did
Who you trying to kid?
You know what you did

DELETED VERSES


You woke me from a slumber
I opened one eye lid
You woke me from a slumber
And then you know what you did

You worked me like field oxen
For my room and board
You worked me like field oxen
We both know whose ox got gored

You paint a pretty picture
Designed to entrance
You paint a pretty picture 
But come on - don’t call this romance 

you tossed me a banana 
said you might need a snack
you tossed me a banana 
an hour later - you wanted it back

you light me like a candle
As evening descends 
you light me like a candle 
Yeah a flame at both ends 
I recognize the message that sends

you rolled me like a barrel 
down a steep hill
you rolled…
i crushed poor jack and jill

You pinned me in the corner
Knocked me back on my heels
You pinned me in the corner
How do I deal with all of the feels?

You played me like a golf course
You know what you’ve done
You played me like golf course
Hope you’re happy with that hole-in-one

You led me to the stable
After a ride I won’t soon forget
You led me to the stable
I was still panting and wet

I struggled with my conscience 
with all my might
I struggled with my conscience 
You know who won that fight

You talked me out of talking
said it’s just between us
You talked me…
But I think they've all seen us

you ruined me for the others
if any might care
you ruined me…
You know they can’t compare

Sexagenarian III

You Know What You Did

Cyberpunk 2077 89.7 Growl FM entry
Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb5nfV0iNgM

Music & Production by Hobocop: @metrocityrecords

Vocals & Lyrics by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics: 

Surrounded by chaos, 
Heroic demise
It’s time – time to rise
Our names will live forever,
Forever out of time
Live for today
Join the final fight

Rise, samurai!
Blades slash through lies
As the bullets fly
Ignite the city of night 
This is our fight
There’s victory in death
If you know when to die

We walk the razor’s edge
With death by our side
We will never be alone
Forever out of time

Rise, samurai!
Tempered by our trials
With steel in our spine
Never bow to fear
Our names will never die
Ignite the city of night,
Join the final fight!

Rise, Samurai! (Hobocop & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

NOTICE: I DO NOT PAY FOR PROMOTION. EVER.

SPOTLIGHT: With "Half My Life" and "we get so lonely we could die," Sexagenarian Vol VI now has eleven of its planned 12 tracks. Check out the other five (5!) volumes of Sexagenarian as well. 

BIO: I started writing songs in high school (1969-1973!) and I've pretty much never stopped. These are mostly solo recording projects (my brother, Fog City Fogey, contributes sometimes).  I don't do much self-promotion, not a fan of Repost Exchange etc, so all of you who find this page and like a song or two - you are truly appreciated!

You Know What You Did

CW Mullins