I'M CUMMIN' WITH YOU (suicide girl) 					

Here's a little vintage Dreamboat. The sound you best know him for back in the day --- we're talking deep history vin 2007. Forgotten already.. it was that good?

Anyhow, with Christmasses this merry who needs cheer?
"..no wait .. I'm cummin' with you.. "

I'M CUMMIN' WITH YOU (suicide girl)
© Jonnie Luscombe Words/Music

You get a little lonely.. Get a little lonely..

Suicide girl  
With too much to live for
The smoke of your laughter
The womb of tomorrow  

Suicide girl
The heart of your desert
Oasis I die for  
Or tomb of my sorrow

Suicide girl 
Never an option  
So life can begin now  
The wind of your sighs  
Your pain is no pleasure 
Hot sugar of lies  
And pierced like a vampire  
With black and blew magic  
Tattooed and tragic  

Suicide girl  
Your lips are my headstone  
No kitchen sink trauma  
My seed only weeds grow  
And the child in your eye
My bombs stick inside you  
Your condition is choosing  
Escape from this world..

No wait,..
I'm coming with you
(Suicide girl.. Suicide girl..)

I'M CUMMIN' WITH YOU (suicide girl)

We're getting intelligence here from stateside that a certain soul of exquisite taste is giving this same tune a regular listening in its original version . It is exclusively for you in your singular secret vice of lone appreciation that we have recorded this gleaming new version. The 6/8 time lends it -- you might agree -- a way more nautical feel. So hang on to that rod and try to stay dry as we take you up and down a few ocean rollers in pursuit of that bigger fish..  .. enjoy..

MARLIN						
© Danny Wynn 2006 Words (who says top Sony lawyers don't write great songs.. ;? )
© Jonnie Luscombe 2006 Music

I love to sit here  by the water side 
And watch the fisher girls go to work
Keep an eye out for that billion dollar boat 
She'll have an animal for a coat

She got an armoury of barbs and lines and hooks 
All the deepest down and dirty looks
Upwind of here she'll be warming up a grill 
Where a pussy cat gonna take her kill

Poor little rich boy 
With his heart he would so freely give
But it's for game so much bigger than love her line is set 
And you know a girl's gotta live?
She's out for marlin
If you're a barracuda you can stay at home
Girl's through with starvin'
And a bigger fish is coming home ..

Now I know so many who can sit around and tell
How they know all about this old world and how it's made
But let me tell you that to my little fisher girl
Bunch of minnows in the shade..
And me, I never so much as even made it to being poor
It'd take always a soul of such outstandin' natural beauty to me ever but ignore
So how'd this super- babe get to dripping off my arm?
I couldn't put it down to any particular charismatic charm

I guess I made it to Marlin 
How I got here I don't know
I was sittin' here not even a farthin' 
No idea of the world and how it go
Never dreamed to be anybody's sugar daddy darlin' 
Just shows ya what a dream can do
This guys through with starvin'  
Caught a fish, I'm one happy dude!

MARLIN V2 (6/8 time)".. she'll have an animal for a coat.."

SNAKEPIT (NOAH)      
words/music J Luscombe  

Noah I know you got a boat you're building somewhere on the slips 
Did it really seem this were the time to be out there sinking ships?

Noah you know that hear you sing is the greatest love I find
But your silence is an accusing thing and it seems like you don't mind

Y'couldn't hear the sweetness of the bees, nor the gentle whisperin' of the breeze 
For the fetid wind of rumour blown among the bloody thorns of broken trees

Noah I dread to hear that on you them vipers have turned their spit 
I swear I'll try and forget the time that you threw me in their pit

They'll say you're a child who never grown, and y'got no voice to call your own 
But I know Noah it's by their envy and their lies it's just your mind is temporarily blown

Noah I'm every shade of bad they say now don't you trouble  with what is true
Let the badmouth snakepit slander tell you what is good for you   

But Noah don't you pay it any mind, you know I left it all behind 
The bitter mouthings from the jury's lips were ever just my sweetest bread and wine
We'll make a pyre out of their lies, the slippery slanders, their alibis
And the idiot wind of rumour blown among the bloody thorns of broken trees 
Your sail will leave..   and Noah you'll be free

SNAKEPIT  (Noah)".. it's just your mind is temporarily blown"

REBELIÓN by Orquesta Rebelión

(No le pega a mi negra ---- slaver don't beat my woman)
                                                                                   Joe Arroyo

Ok you twigged.. when i don't have a new tune i just ransack the larder and dig one out of the jar right? Shameless..

Barcelona 1994 was only just starting to be the trendy hang it is now. Me (and my ponytail) (kill me now) (I am a self hating liberal leftie with dreams to subvert democracy with latin dance music..) was as trendy as I could be, in fact when I saw David Byrne one Sunday afternoon on the metro on his way to El Pueblo Español for a gig I ignored him completely ---- i mean could he be as uuuuh.. World uuuuh  Musik as me? Ha! So anyway fokes that's how i lost that one opportunity for world fame as a player of the bass guitar, oh dear.  Somebody please say hello to David for me now. So anyway, "The African Queen" (La Reina de Africa) in Barna was where it was at. You took a metro to Lesseps then walked about a mile, it was that trendy. Basically a squat. Cold beers, no licence natch and the police left it alone, God knows how with the racket we were kicking up.  Delirious nights were they ---- Salsa gone hippy, Cuban Son gone dippy. 'Course it was all my fault ---- "el Vampiro de la Salsa" and the rest is legend. But ssshhh..  .. nobody knows, 'cept you..

This tune got Joe Arroyo noticed. We named the band after it and played around Spain. I got fluent in your language during that time ----- if you're Spanish reading this ------ and for me obviously the bridge was music. If you're learning English and you don't have a bridge just make one up, cricket, footie, Bob (aaaagh) Marley muzak  ---- but make it sincere so that it is always there to push your motivation to get inside the language. The language is yours if you will just get your arms around it and   o w n   i t.

REBELIÓN by Orquesta Rebelión

MY LIFE THE MOVIE								
© Jonnie Luscombe Words/Music
with a little dedication to  Spatial Spacial Cecilia ..   ;)

Sitting in the dark, no living thing can penetrate your screen  

Close up tight your eyes  

Pretend it's yesterday when dreams were something you could live inside  



The credits roll and you hope your tears will also go unseen  

Close your eyes to memory  

So don't you cry try not to let them see your life is more than just a film

  

Nothing, you should ever pay to see  

Just one more gone straight to DVD  

Don't be concerned about the cost  

A plot never began was a plot you never lost  

It's just a film so don't you cry  

Don't let the camera take you by surprise  

Things are sadder still in real life  

So don't you cry try not to let them see your life is more than just a film  

It's just a film so don't you cry  

Don't let the camera take you by surprise  

Things are sadder still in real life  

Close your eyes and find your reasons why  

Here come the lights so dry your eyes  

Don't let illumination take you by surprise  

Things are sadder still in real life  

Close your eyes and find your reasons why  

It's just a film so don't you cry  

Don't let the camera take you by surprise  

Things are sadder still in real life  

So don't you cry try not to let them see your life is more than just a film  

Nothing, you should ever pay to see  Just one more gone straight to DVD  

Don't be concerned about the cost  

A plot never began was a plot you never lost  

No need for tears it ain't reality

It's just my life the movie  

Dry your eyes, it's just fantasy  

Just my life the movie  etc




Words/Music c Jonnie Luscombe 2007

Remember 2007? No..        ..that good huh? Just imagine how much and how your life could've changed if only you had had access to songs such as this, vintage J&TS..  might have learned how to dance properly and everything. Well i'm gonna leave you fondly to fantasise all about that as away you drift to a softly strummed spanish guitar and the mournful crooning of some dodgy geezer with an Alex O'Neil complex.     'N remember.. digital is forever so you might as well enjoy .. te he..

MY LIFE THE MOVIE "Nothing, you should ever pay to see    Just one more gone straight to DVD.."

LAURA --- from the film of the same name

Recorded this version of Laura a few years back. Like all of the material here there was lack of attention to detail and there is a lot here to improve. Apart from that I like it in quite a few ways. I'll be going back to it for a better recording soon as I get some software issues fixed here..  oh calm your throbbing heart..

LAURA Jazz ballad by David Raksin 1945

COSECHA DE AMOR (Cry Rain)
c Jonnie Luscombe July 2016

Una maqueta de salsa, plan 'crossover' la stanza en ingles y los pregones en español. A ver si el Bruno le atreve cantarlo y que compro yo mi casa en Deia.. j jj.  Dedicado a la alma de alguien.. hermosa en su tristeza, y tambien a Francisco Alarcon, Lucrecia, y todos Cubanos de la noche, BCN 1992-1997 --- mis profesores tanto linguista como lo musical.. pa bien ..o pa mal    j jjj

A demo for a salsa track written as crossover with the verse in English and 'coros' in Spanish. You think sr. Mars will sing it when he puts on his long pants to do some proper jazz-salsa.. and i get my mansion in the hills one time ? Dedicated to the soul of someone.. plus Paco and Lucrecia and all the Cubanos of the Barna night 1992-1997 -- my educators in their language as well as their music.. for better or worse.. ;) 

Dedicado también a  Ivo, Santi, Wendy, Vladimir, Quim, Oriel, Pitu, Maria Elena, Jose Raul, Jose Antonio, Juan de Dios, y todos los demás de "La Reina De Africa", Lesseps Barcelona.. noches calidas  1995+

Lyric:
CRY RAIN (Cosecha de Amor)

Intro:
Ana Ana Ana and when you feel the pain it’s only rain
Ana Ana now open up your sky, let it cry

Break:
V:
You painted me two young lives,  and on into the night they'd cry
How could  they  know they were living on top of the world?  
How  bad to know I weren’t around their tears to dry?

V2:
Now can a cat take a look  at a princess? 
Or a frog steal a kiss from a queen?
And can this  song put arms around you? 
Or the impossible,  step right out of a dream?

Bridge:
Tears fallin’ down in floods upon my floor
And  in my basement down into  they pour
Fill all the space and make a pool
Ana  cry me an ocean -- and it I’ll swim to you !

But can a pirate have a heart  for anything but gold
Or see the rainbow in your tears?
And  be there you to hold..
And chase away the shadows and the fears?

Ana open your heart and let your tears rain down 
And wet  the earth that’s dry
Your clouds are breaking  apart
The thunder nears, so Ana open up..  and let it cry 

Break:

MAMBO:
Ana corazón cuando tu lloras, eres la lluvia que riega esta cosecha de amor

CRY RAIN (Cosecha de Amor)"Ana  cry me an ocean -- and it I’ll swim to you !"

MOON CRY 
c jonnie luscombe may 2017 words/music
Para todas las lloronas nocturnales sean donde sean, con corazon .. o sin 

Darlin' look out tonight
Raise your eyes
Where there should be heaven
Just unearthly cries

Where a full moon hangs
In all her lonely sky
She's lookin' down where
In some other's arms you lie

And darlin' I can't know
Where tonight you can be
But it's somewhere further
Than can stand this heart of me

And if proof you ever need 
That we were so wrong, you and I
To let our sweet love go
And let it die
Don't just take it from a song
Don't take the word of this guy
Just take a look up at the moon tonight 
In all her lonely sky
And see it was me and you, you and I..

Darlin' look what we done
We made the moon cry
Filled a world with sorrow
We made the sun lay down and die

Just take a look up at the moon tonight 
In all her lonely sky
And see it was me and you, you and I

Darlin' look what we done
We made the moon cry
Filled a world with sorrow
We made the sun lay down and die

MOON CRY .. " We made the sun lay down and die"

I'M NOT UR MACHINE 
words/music (c) by Jonnie and The Shit October 2017

Now honey i have a confession to make .. you see .. I'm just flesh 'n blood 'n bone .. ..  i can't be no telephone ..

Now do you ever get off.. you get off ..  .. 
Now baby do you ever get off ur phone?
You make a thing that is together girl
Leave me feelin' so alone

Now I'm just a junkie for your lust
But to your Tinder you're adickted girl
And now you're questioning my love
Hide your heart behind your screen
And can all the answers that you're askin' for
Fill all the windows in your scheme?

What do I know..  ? I'm not your machine

Do you ever fall in, you fall down
Now baby did you ever fall out of love?
It's like we're fallin' out of everything
You ask me is there something left within
A silken parachute,  for our fallin' dream?

What do I know.. I'm not your machine
What do I know.. I'm not your machine

You showed me so much better darlin' even than the real thing
You lit my nights and days your every smile
I never knew that love could be so good
I know you want your questions understood
And I would answer everyone now darlin' oh yes I would
You want to know my mind and if I'm feelin' good
You call me on my love, and then you swipe your screen
You ask me if a love like this can be . .     . .any thing?

What do I know.. ? I'm not your machine
What do I know.. ? I'm not your machine.. i ain't your telephone.. i'm smarter than that  .. I'm just flesh and blood and bone .. guess i'm gonna leave you alone .. cos.. i ain't your machine .. etc ..

IM NOT UR MACHINE.. "I'm just a junkie for ur lust, but to your tinder ur adickted girl.."

CLAUDIA
one everyday story of love and death
Words and Music: jonnie luscombe November 2017

Jonnie's gonna hop town with Claudia his rainy day girl and drive away south where they'll live on sunshine and spray. They get as far as Cadaqués before their car is hit by a large meteorite. Always something there to ensure that in the words of their favourite song ''love is always just a universe away''

 " .. they pulled you from the wreckage and my broken arms.."

CLAUDIA
Claudia I swam the ocean just to see you in the rain
Claudia I’m of the notion that I’m the cause of so much pain
Oh but I’m hurtin’ too, but I can stand it when I hear you say
Your love is just a universe away

Claudia I gotta leave this town I gotta quit this life I lead
Claudia now come and take my hand and we’ll hit the road that’s free
The kiss of the sun will be our food, we’ll ride the endless breeze
And then we’ll see, your love is all the universe to me
CH
They all say that everything I do is wrong, but Claudia none of them can ever know my heart
And I’ve been waiting here so long, just for you to walk my way
I’m asking you to be so strong, as never let them tear us apart
And Claudia it won’t be long, we’ll see our love blow the storm clouds all away
VS.3
Claudia, the key to heaven now is in your hand
Claudia and in mine now just blood and dirt and grains of sand
The pulled you from the wreckage and  my broken arms
And in my ringin’ ear I heard an angel say
That Claudia your love is just a universe away
CH2
They all said that everything I did was wrong, but Claudia none of them could ever know my heart
And I was waiting there so long, just for you to walk my way
I’m telling you that I’ll be strong, I’ll keep you here more than a memory
And Claudia it won’t be long, I’ll swim a universe..
I’ll be back with you,  in the rain some day

CLAUDIA .1  " .. they pulled you from the wreckage and my broken arms.."

VICTIM HOOD 
Jonnie & The Shadow Banned c December 2018
feat Chris Dangerfield: Vox

You grew up terrified. Who wouldn't? People getting blown to bits. How fight back .. hands tied by self-hate? You, evil occidental got e v e r y t h i n g . So take the high ground. And hate your own, culture, history, heritage, and love a n y t h i n g  else, especially when it wants you dead.  And be a victim too ----- yay, v i r t u o u s  victim alive and kickin' in the victimhood ..  then you can go out, with that righteous smile..  and find.. your very own..   v i c t i m 

VICTIM HOOD
copyright Jonnie Luscombe Music December 15 2018

Are you suffering from any of the following? Please check the box:
	Trump Derangement Syndrome
	‘ r ’ Selected?
	Lost, in a wormhole?
	Victim looking for a Victim?

Are you looking for a victim, victim, to be your victim, victim?
If you’re lookin’ for a victim, victim, talk to the hand ..
Cry victim like a crocodile, see your virtues ----- high the pile!
A snowflake melting into tears, all alibis, all your fears
Point your finger up at the rain,  y’gonna make someone to blame
But victim, dry your eye,  a prize for losing, if you try ..
So raise your fist up to the rain that’s fallin’ out a sky of blue
There's something now that blocks your drain
It’s raining losers, just like you!
CH
So cry victim, cry out loud, ‘n shake your fist up at the cloud
Make a oppressor out of everyone, a bird can’t sing,  ‘ere he put you down
In a space for you, so safe for you, so warm and safe and sound
Where life don’t dare to tread, nor sow reason in your head

It’s only pain, victim, didn’t she say, your momma when she drove her man away?
You won’t  go insane, victim, if you point the blame
From your uniform, with ur hood that’s warm, y’can hide all your face from all disgrace
And there’s space for you, and it’s safe for you
Where you can feel so good, in all your victimhood  
Feel so right, and right is might
In ur mask ‘n your Hood, you feel so good
Feel so right, feel so good, in the victim Hood
Feel so good, in your victimhood
Every victim gotta find a victim, victim to be a victim

Hey victim dry your eye, a prize for losing if you try

IN THE VICTIMHOOD .. now victim, dry ur eye.. a prize for losing, if you try..

SHADOWBAN
Words/music C Jonnie Luscombe December 2018
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Shadow man with your shadowban, y’think you can kill the truth?
VS1
Y’ think you’ll stop a soul expressin’,  you can stop the human groove?
Now in your hand i see your weapon but you can’t kill the truth
I’m your shadow there behind you where once there was your  soul
I’m the ghost that’s catchin’ up you and soon be walking through your wall
……………………………………………..
Ah so underhand, shadow man, your shadowban..
……………………………………………………………
VS 2 SHORT
You can hide behind a mask of death the brainwash.. and soy ..  you been fed 
Your billion voices screaming ‘peace’ don’t stop the war inside your head
BRIDGE
But ah shadow man with your shadowban, I know ur underhand, but i ain’t angry man, ‘cause even you can understand, that you can’t kill the truth…..
CH
Truth will out, and it will testify,  putting your backs to the wall
You can hang your shadowban but you can’t stop this ball

Tables turn, and you’ll be the one to cry, ridden by guilt to your end
You can hang ur shadowban but to hell ur heart you send

Truth will out and it will justify, all  your backs to the wall
Shadow man with your shadowban, you can ride your pride to the fall
And I don’t mind your shadowban, I know it’s underhand, but i’m no angry man, ‘cause even you can understand, that you can’t kill the truth…..

Tables turn, and you’ll be the one to cry, ridden by guilt to your end
I see the fear that eats your soul, but looks so late your ways to mend

And I don’t mind your shadowban, I know it’s underhand, but i’m no angry man, ‘cause even you can understand, that you can’t kill the truth…
…………………………………………………………..
OUTRO
You know you never gonna ever stop the tellin’ of the truth .. .. with your shadow ban
You know you never gonna ever stop the tellin’ of the truth .. .. with your shadow ban

SHADOW BAN ''..   underhand, shadow man...''

CLAUDIA
 " .. Claudia espero que la lluvia se acabe con mi llanto.."
c jonnie luscombe 2016

Version 2 and this piece finds out what it was supposed to be .. some Bolero-Son, with a little extra drama. If you wanna get obsessive you can compare with original at page. 
Piano/Hammond credits shared by Rob Ruby and Hector Suarez. Catch Hector's entrance on piano ---- shower of cool sparks from outside key .. sabor or what..  

CLAUDIA
Coros:
''..Claudia espero que la lluvia .. se acabe con mi llanto''

Claudia I swam the ocean just to see you in the rain
Claudia I’m of the notion that I’m the cause of so much pain
Oh but I’m hurtin’ too, but I can stand it when I hear you say
Your love is just a universe away

Claudia I gotta leave this town I gotta quit this life I lead
Claudia now come and take my hand and we’ll hit the road that’s free
The kiss of the sun will be our food, we’ll ride the endless breeze
And then we’ll see, your love is all the universe to me
CH
They all say that everything I do is wrong, but Claudia none of them can ever know my heart
And I’ve been waiting here so long, just for you to walk my way
I’m asking you to be so strong, as never let them tear us apart
And Claudia it won’t be long, we’ll see our love blow the storm clouds all away
VS.3
Claudia, the key to heaven now is in your hand
Claudia and in mine now just blood and dirt and grains of sand
The pulled you from the wreckage and my broken arms
And in my ringin’ ear I heard an angel say
That Claudia your love is just a universe away
CH2
They all said that everything I did was wrong, but Claudia none of them could ever know my heart
And I was waiting there so long, just for you to walk my way
I’m telling you that I’ll be strong, I’ll keep you here more than a memory
And Claudia it won’t be long, I’ll swim a universe..
I’ll be back with you, in the rain some day
Coros:
Claudia espero que la lluvia se acabe con mi llanto

CLAUDIA .2  ''.. Claudia espero que la lluvia se acabe con mi llanto ''

YOU'RE THE RIGHT SIDE OF HYSTERIA (super batshit soup ugly coviral hysterectomy flavour)

''wash out ur brain in woke, toke ur little smoke, ne'r a joke, ditch ur family kill ur friends, they're so deplorable, and you're so .. ..  a d o r a b l e ''

c Jonnie Luscombe April 2020

Don't you let all that virtue hurt you
Why don't you brush the cornflakes off your plastic virtues, 'n stick 'em right back in the pack, y'know they ain't free 
I read ur tweet 'bout all the good that you been up to, tales of hope and faith and sudden charity
In your lived fantasy, you go wash your brain in 'woke', toke ur smoke, ne'r a joke, be the victim that you dreamed, sell your family and friends,  they're just  deplorable, and you're so adorable..
Mid 8 
bakvox: ''Goody for you! Another virtue!''
Finger out the name you name and shame, ur toxin foxin'  pointin'  blame, signal goodness every chance
But I see right through the mask, your stick-on goodism can't last
The coat you spurned, your lining turned, a darker browner shade of burned
Sell out your own within,  bad seed you sown, legs open to 'Nemesis' strollin' in 
CH 1   
So goody  for you, and all your plastic sorrow
An angel today, you be a crocodile tomorrow
To look at your view, I see virtue only borrowed
Spreadin' your shame 'cause you can't see your shadow
Hubris you woo, call Nemesis your friend
Turn this world to sand,  iphone in your hand

Bridge
Spread your shadow all around
Squat the house as you burn it down
Down you climb to your higher ground
Somewhere under hell..

Verse 2 (part B)
In your lived fantasy,  wash 'n rinse your brain in woke
Toke ur smoke, ne'r a joke, be the victim of your dreams
Hate your family break your friends, they're just bacteria
But you're on the right side of..  ..    

CH 2
And goody  for you, and all your plastic  sorrow
From your head to your shoe, you're a crocodile tomorrow 
So goody for you, your virtual virtue saves you
So shiny and new, the drowning hand that waves  you
Too goody to shoe, call Nemesis your friend
Goody virtue, on enemy cock you bend
From ur hat to ur to shoe, spread all your shame around, as you go climbin' down to your higher ground, somewhere underneath ur funky mama's basement  hell
OUTRO: But ur the right side of hysteria.. 
Don't you let all that virtue hurt you
Goody for you

THE RIGHT SIDE OF HYSTERIA (orangeman batshit soup flavour)

THE RIGHT SIDE OF HYSTERIA (deplorable flavour)

''wash out ur brain in woke, toke ur little smoke, ne'r a joke, ditch ur family kill ur friends, they're so deplorable, and you're so .. ..  a d o r a b l e ''

c Jonnie Luscombe April 2020

Don't you let all that virtue hurt you
Why don't you brush the cornflakes off your plastic virtues, 'n stick 'em right back in the pack, y'know they ain't free 
I read ur tweet 'bout all the good that you been up to, tales of hope and faith and sudden charity
In your lived fantasy, you go wash your brain in 'woke', toke ur smoke, ne'r a joke, be the victim that you dreamed, sell your family and friends,  they're just  deplorable, and you're so adorable..
Mid 8 
bakvox: ''Goody for you! Another virtue!''
Finger out the name you name and shame, ur toxin foxin'  pointin'  blame, signal goodness every chance
But I see right through the mask, your stick-on goodism can't last
The coat you spurned, your lining turned, a darker browner shade of burned
Sell out your own within,  bad seed you sown, legs open to 'Nemesis' strollin' in 
CH 1   
So goody  for you, and all your plastic sorrow
An angel today, you be a crocodile tomorrow
To look at your view, I see virtue only borrowed
Spreadin' your shame 'cause you can't see your shadow
Hubris you woo, call Nemesis your friend
Turn this world to sand,  iphone in your hand

Bridge
Spread your shadow all around
Squat the house as you burn it down
Down you climb to your higher ground
Somewhere under hell..

Verse 2 (part B)
In your lived fantasy,  wash 'n rinse your brain in woke
Toke ur smoke, ne'r a joke, be the victim of your dreams
Hate your family break your friends, they're just bacteria
But you're on the right side of..  ..    

CH 2
And goody  for you, and all your plastic  sorrow
From your head to your shoe, you're a crocodile tomorrow 
So goody for you, your virtual virtue saves you
So shiny and new, the drowning hand that waves  you
Too goody to shoe, call Nemesis your friend
Goody virtue, on enemy cock you bend
From ur hat to ur to shoe, spread all your shame around, as you go climbin' down to your higher ground, somewhere underneath ur funky mama's basement  hell
OUTRO: But ur the right side of hysteria.. 
Don't you let all that virtue hurt you
Goody for you

THE RIGHT SIDE OF HYSTERIA (deplorable flavour)

BURNIN' DOWN THE SUN
music/lyric c Jonnie Luscombe muse sick Oct 01 2020

Y'know, jus' like Macdonalds, Nike, Coca Cola, Prince Harry and the British Police Force we are just gagging to make the world a better place.. maybe if we all just jump up and down at the same time yay ..  .. etc .. 

intro
Now you got the only lives that matter.. can they matter to you?
V1
I hear you're teachin' all the birds to sing
The snake to lie, the lion be king
With all that weaponised redundancy
Down on ur knees in y'pallid guilt 'n sin
Torch the books you never even read
And kill ur history, all it did and said
CH
Y'gonna love your stone age paradise
Cave full o' trainer loots and chicken fries
Ur justice a lynchmob, ur love is a gun
Ur peace is in pieces..  burnin' down the sun
BR
And u will get ur radioactive heaven                          
And all ur magic cake oh ur gonna eat it too
And u'll get along without that little apple phone
And by much less than bread u'll learn to live alone
Oh isn't it fun, your jackboots 'n flowers, your heaven of hell, your firing squad circle, your hot little gun, 
But u know ur only burnin' down the sun
Too good for heaven
Get ur utopia done 
Cuz you got the only life that matters.. 
V2
Make your bed and lay in lying lullabyes
Teach the sea to drink and show the clouds to cry
Y'screamin' your hatred right into my face
Makin' the world such a tolerant place
CH2
Ur too good for heaven, so burn it down to hell
Pile up the ashes of all the souls you couldn't sell
Woke up woke, widda change shootin' outta ur gun!
But u know ur only burnin' down the sun 
OUTRO
Ur too good for heaven
Get ur utopia done
Burnin' down the sun
Oh ur big fat change is gonna come
But ur just burnin' down the sun
Burn it down to hell
Burnin' down the sun

BURNIN' DOWN THE SUN..  gotta get ur utopia done..

TOO GOOD FOR HEAVEN
music/lyric c Jonnie Luscombe muse sick Oct 01 2020

Y'think my life is easy? Think i'm fkn 'privileged?  . .Y'know how much my life.. your life ,. . um .. '' m a t t e r s ''  .. to the .. uh .. Sun? 
About as much as the number of hydrogen atoms it can get out of you as you fall whimpering and screaming into it, that's all. The universe doesn't care about your life, nor all ur unbearable pain that .. erm .. newsflash .. ur gonna bear anyway. All it wants is to learn, and perfect itself. Your dear little agony is a little bit of collateral u pay with ur ego to that noble end, that's all. Can u get over it?
Jus' the messenger here, not R, not L . . so shoot me.. from both sides. and then go die horribly in this idiot war ur in love with.

intro
Now you got the only lives that matter.. can they matter to you?
V1
I hear you're teachin' all the birds to sing
The snake to lie, the lion be king
With all that weaponised redundancy
Down on ur knees in y'pallid guilt 'n sin
Torch the books you never even read
And kill ur history, all it did and said
CH
Y'gonna love your stone age paradise
Cave full o' trainer loots and chicken fries
Ur justice a lynchmob, ur love is a gun
Ur peace is in pieces..  burnin' down the sun
BR
And u will get ur radioactive heaven                          
And all ur magic cake oh ur gonna eat it too
And u'll get along without that little apple phone
And by much less than bread u'll learn to live alone
Oh isn't it fun, your jackboots 'n flowers, your heaven of hell, your firing squad circle, your hot little gun, 
But u know ur only burnin' down the sun
Too good for heaven
Get ur utopia done 
Cuz you got the only life that matters.. 
V2
Make your bed and lay in lying lullabyes
Teach the sea to drink and show the clouds to cry
Y'screamin' your hatred right into my face
Makin' the world such a tolerant place
CH2
Ur too good for heaven, so burn it down to hell
Pile up the ashes of all the souls you couldn't sell
Woke up woke, widda change shootin' outta ur gun!
But u know ur only burnin' down the sun 
OUTRO
Ur too good for heaven
Get ur utopia done
Burnin' down the sun
Oh ur big fat change is gonna come
But ur just burnin' down the sun
Burn it down to hell
Burnin' down the sun

TOO GOOD FOR HEAVEN.. so burn it down to hell

NEW STONE AGE RADIOACTIVE CHEMICAL PARADISE 
words and muse sick c Jonnie Luscombe Oct 01 2020

intro
Now you got the only lives that matter.. can they matter to you?

I hear you teachin' all the birds to sing
The snake to lie, the lion be king
With all that weaponised redundancy
Down on ur knees in y'pallid guilt 'n sin
Torch the books you never even read
And kill ur history, all it did and said
................................................................................
chorus
Y'gonna love your stone age paradise
Cave full o' trainer loots and chicken fries
Ur justice a lynchmob, ur love is a gun
Ur peace is in pieces..  burnin' down the sun
..........................................................................................
chorus
And u will get ur radioactive heaven                          
And all ur magic cake oh ur gonna eat it too
And u'll get along without that little apple phone
And by much less than bread u'll learn to live alone
Oh isnt it fun, your jackboots 'n flowers,  your firing squad circle, your hot little gun
But you know you're only burnin' down the sun
Too good for heaven
Get ur utopia done 
Cuz you got the only lives that matter.. 
.................................................................................................
v.3
Make your bed and lay in lying lullabyes
Teach the sea to drink and show the clouds to cry
Y'screamin' your hatred right into my face
Makin' the world such a tolerant place
........................................................................................................
bridge
Ur too good for heaven, so burn it down to hell
Pile up the ashes of all the souls you couldn't sell
Woke up woke ------ shoot out a ur gun!
But u know ur only burnin' down the sun

NEW STONE AGE RADIOACTIVE CHEMICAL PARADISE

CHARLIE'S MANSION --- can u burn it down.. wokel.. ;?

In 'Once Upon A Time In America' you see Tarantino avenge in fantasy form the bunch of miserable fokes 'n fks who couldn't keep their bloody madness to themselves. Fast forward and Charlie's wokeloid spawn are everywhere you look chewing holes in everything they can get their rodent teeth into, most recently the rights of Israel to defend itself against truly genocidal intentions of its attackers busy just now trying to get Auschwitz reopened. Just watch out wokels and 'finks' that ur own karmha doesn't pour you up your own chimneys as so much smoke when it catches you. Spoken, by the way, as a goy.

One could be just trollin' ya here but the tunes at this page are all that were channelled of Charlie just before his passing, and for a few years afterward. None of them owe much to his own musical style --- which whatever anyone thinks of that old son of man, is nothing to sneeze at (try Manson's ''Sabor A Mi'' for example --- his jazz vocal chops are well beyond doubt). Some tunes here you will hate more than others but those are the ones you most attentively need to listen to. Remembering in any case that ur own hated 'hate' is against ur own rules of wokelry, unless directed at the 'right' people --- with yer bikelock and foxpiss, natch. You might like to  imagine yourself as historical progeny of Manson, or rather, of his murderous followers, with all your braindead chanting and self righteous victim rage, seeing yourselves as something akin to them on trial following their filthy crimes in Hollywood back there, but in fact even he would save his piss if he saw that you were on fire, wokel. You see, he might have been a lot of horrible things but he did not lack for a brain, a heart and a soul, however tormented.

And now get back in the kitchen wokeloid, and make ur daddy Charlie a sandwich, oh and some of that sexy alphabet soup too, poor wee virtue-signalling slave ya!

BTW.. isn't it great that SC platform free speech when surely they should rightly shut it down?

CHARLIE'S MANSION

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