Lubricoma is: 

Charlie Adrianus Parks- Guitars and Vocals 
Nick Formont- Bass Guitars 
Lou Panariello- Drums and Percussion 

Words and Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks 
With arrangements by Nick Formont, Lou Panariello and Greg Alongi. 
Recorded at Von Doom Labs NY
Mixed by Frankie Caputo 



Absolution Clinic 

i never receive her name
her lips gone broken again 
why am i running in chains bitch? 
And whose to loosen the shape? 

because the sun, wasn't mean to leave 
Our moons offending earth 
i cannot contain this 

but in release these windows break wide open 
release these visions of self destructing vows 

Shake no malice from me 
the blankets drawn to be saved
Im fucking caught in the mirrors flood
No caution nailed to the frame

because the sun, wasn't mean to bleed
Our moons impending worth 
You cannot contain this 

but in release these windows break wide open
release these visions of self destructing vows

and all of the way
I've been convinced that lying is better than lying awake
the bed that i made
you kill me for something 
a forgiveness i never gave 

do you blanket disease? 
you've walked me for miles
never could let me believe   
like a cancer

But in release these windows break wide open
Release these visions of self destructing vows 

And all of the way 
I've been convinced that lying is better than lying awake 
The bed that I made 
You kill me for something 
A forgiveness I never gave 
Do you comfort disease? 
I've walked this far 
Couldn't you let me be?

I still haven't suffered enough
All your Holy Ghosts need friends
They're lonely 

I still haven't suffered enough 
All your holy ghosts 
They're my friends

Absolution Clinic

Words by Charlie Adrianus Parks 
Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks, Lou Panariello and Greg Alongi 
With Arrangements by Nick Formont and Barry Devin Hecker 

Circadian Psychorhythms

i sorted photographs 
forced myself to watch
found a home in her still vials 
art is severed chords which 
burnt and umbilical feel as dead now
as when i died 
ill die 

her god rests in the dirt 
absurd and controversial 
ill atrophy before i feel benign 
feed the sex in her mind// she comes 
she needs me to kill her outer ease
it might be all im worth 

the calm in a warm pulse burns 
until the edges of the worms
that long to feel gasoline
art is severed chords that 
though blurred and biblical dont define me 
dont you fucking define me 
you'll never find me 

her god rests in the dirt 
absurd and controversial 
ill atrophy before i feel benign 
feed the sex in her mind// she comes 
she needs me to kill her outer ease
it might be all im worth 

my nurse calms all my storms
put her hands on my broken face
she swears im still alive
hears me in her thoughts and lends
abstract circles and psychology 
i often cried for them

you should have loved me then 
you should have told me then 
you should have calmed me then  
you shouldn't have broken this  
i know that while you've broken since 
your body should know my sins 
you should have pulled me in

you should have pulled me in 

Circadian Psychorhythms

Words and Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks 
With arrangements by Nick Formont, Lou Panariello, Greg Alongi and Barry Devin Hecker 

Recorded by Lubricoma at The Von Doom Laboratory NY.
Mixed by Frankie Caputo. 

The Dolls House 

count the pulse (lalalalalalala)
count the pulse
connecting wired
i wish i may i might ride them 
mime downward cycles
spiraling toward 2 and 3 
i hope you wont let go of me
i wont break the cycle 

i made this perfectly 
in the image of 
in the image of nothing 

barbie is dead (lalalalalalala) 
strangled out loud like a whore
and you had such a secret for cutting 
now the knife really dont shine so bright 
and there never really was any light 

i could give you an intervention
i could show you a prayer
how to become plastic
so you'll never rot like them 

holy ghosts are only ghosts
swallow it down they want to 
see the surface 
they're in search of
and they're still watching

holy ghosts are only ghosts
swallow it down they want to 
see the surface 
they're in search of 
and they're still watching you

count the polarity 
inside of your veils of secret stairways 
and you'd never lend the sand
towards sleeping on top of your vase of favor 
we're one body under moral oblivion
and you sing to me 
and you speak to me 
and you sing to me
and you shouldn't be
im not there

ill see you down at the bottom 

holy ghosts are only ghosts
swallow it down they want to 
see the surface 
they're in search of
and they're still watching

holy ghosts are only ghosts
swallow it down they want to 
see the surface 
they're in search of 
and they're still watching you

and they're still watching you

The Dolls House (Watchers Through Storms)

Words and Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks
With Arrangements by Nick Formont, Lou Panariello, Greg Alongi and Barry Devin Hecker 
Recorded at The Von Doom Laboratory NY 
Mixed by Frankie Caputo 

Soft Focus 

a canaries out my window 
a canaries out my window 
a canaries out my window again

a canaries out my window (its black)
a canaries out my window (its deaf)
theres a man outside my window (who's false) 

theres the woman that took my world 
into the void
made love to fire
and pestilence

i haste now 
through patience 
i hate now 
as i am 
i bleed now 
from the tongue
i move through this 
soft focus  

theres a motion i still recall
out of dry days 
your soviet face
it never faded away 

i haste now
through patience 
i love now 
i love again 
i bleed now 
from stumbling 
i move through this 
soft focus

her tide will come to make amends 
her tide will crash 

she hears the silence i've become 
(and I move through this soft..)
she hears the silence i've become 
(and I move through this soft..) 
she hears the silence i've become 
(and I move through this soft..)

and her tide will crash 

Soft Focus

Words and Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks
With Arrangements by Nick Formont, Lou Panariello, Greg Alongi and Barry Devin Hecker. 
Recorded at The Von Doom Laboratory NY 
Mixed By Frankie Caputo 



The Guild

We are insignificant
Just watchers through storms 
We are so divided in catatonic tide

We aren't lovers 
Just fish hooks in good wine
You are so gorgeous in such a dim light 

" Now thats a hell of a way to fly, boy
Thats a hell of a way to fall
Thats a hell of a way to live.. " 
She said I'd " miss us all.."

She said she'd swallow me whole
Swallow me whole 
Swallow me whole 
For all your scripture
You still cannot let go 

We arent wishing flowers 
Just blessing the air
We are so considerate of 
Popular demand and slaves bread

We arent a revolution
My friend you are not changing shit
I've seen the best of all of you dear
I don't speak for myself 

She said there'd be no way through violence
Must embrace the vision 
No waste of violence 
Just a victim 
A starving, hysterical hole

Swallow me whole
Swallow me whole 
For all you've stolen 
For all you've held and broke

Fuck your old system now
Fuck your old system now 
Fuck your old system now

Fuck your old sentiment
Fuck the moans in your bed
Against the waves breaking last 

I see you've found a way 
With all your haste 
To let a good thing drown 
Heaven found a way to help you out 
For all your words 
And all you break
Your fears that wouldn't hesitate
Your burning 
You've burnt out our Guild 

You're burning 
You've burnt out our Guild 

The Guild

Words and Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks 

Stone 

I've noticed that you breathe 
like a chorus 
to keep me from your grief 
but under no circumstance
will i be torn 
will i evade your grasp
yeah I'm not him 

you're gonna turn to stone in a while
and ill be waiting for a sign 
you better chase the tides that bind 
or you'll be taken further while..

your grace is mourned denial 
you've invited hunger
your vice: a thirst in mine 
and so i find..
nothings unsure
and no one seems to know why 
yeah i still find.. 

you're gonna turn to stone in a while
and ill be waiting for a sign 
you better chase the tides that bind 
or you'll be taker further while..


everything we taste
is wasted
in kindred light that remains 
is tainted 
like every lie she amends
is forsaken 
like every prayer unsaid 

Stone (Charlie Adrianus Parks Acoustic)

Words and Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks 

In Dreams

saddle felt my weight
It's finally gone to blankets as i wait
assuming grace
garden loosening 
if karma breathes she knows its why I'm saved 
I've always been.. 

centering 
from turning wide
i've lost my senses
its not that i don't mind 
she bled seven days 
just for seven nights
broke every promise she's ever made 
so i could say i don't mind 
alone

a cost for all your lace
come here a second before you board that plane
attuned and grave
take my books a while
take heed in knowing the snow is why we fly
i miss your grace
i miss your wail

centering
from turning wide
ive lost my senses love
and maybe i do mind 
she bled seven days 
just for seven nights 
she broke every promise she's ever made
and baby thats all right 

in dreams.. 
you're mine

in dreams..
sometimes 

In Dreams (Charlie Adrianus Parks Acoustic)

Words and Music by Charlie Adrianus Parks 



Dead Roses

Turn around I should arrest you ma’am 
On hollow ground 
So settle where you stand
And I know you’d prefer an open book
But sometimes shit don’t fly 

Don’t say you cant bare to be alone 
With the way you’ve stranded my bones 
And don’t stray 
Your answers haven’t broke 
They were written on the high road

Im sort of bled 
To lead you off your rope 
Untie the reigns 
And free the Holy Ghost 
O’ dead roses
They’d lead you off your way 
If you’d stay 

Im more or less 
Of tribes beyond your throne 
Almighty left? 
Well nothing seems to have gone 
O’ Dead roses
I’d hold you until the world faded away 

If God said she would always forgive
Would you sin? 
Or would you remember to give this love? 
This light and your home? 
That you’ve known 

Don’t say you cant bare to be alone 
With the way you’ve shackled my throat 
And don’t pray 
Yours answers haven’t broke
They were written on the high road 

Im sort of bled 
To lead you off your rope 
Untie the reigns 
And free the Holy Ghost 
O’ dead roses
They’d lead you off your way 
If you’d stay 

Im more or less 
Of tribes beyond your throne 
Almighty left? 
Well nothing seems to have gone 
O’ Dead roses
I’d hold you until this whole world faded away 

Oh yeah// if you’d stay.. 
Until the whole world faded away.. 

Oh yeah// if you’d stay.. 
You’ll be ruined. 



Dead Roses (Charlie Adrianus Parks Acoustic)

Words and Music by David Bowie
Performed by Charlie Adrianus Parks of Lubricoma

"Five Years"

Pushing thru the market 
square
so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, 
we had five years left to cry in

News guy wept and told us 
earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse
it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things 
to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head
hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them

A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this song

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got

Five Years (David Bowie Cover; Charlie Adrianus Parks Acoustic)

Doused in Alcohol 

she wants 
all the whispers
and windows blown 
kind of calm  
she drowns 
like a patient
patiently allowed
tired
and 
drowned 

and all of those times
your counting 
I’m cradling your life 
the cautioned denial 
those tender years
the stars condemning the signs 

she waits
for my wasting 
she comes on wild 
kind of ripe? 
her thoughts 
are visionary 
a lubricating mind  
never dry

and all of those times
your counting 
I’m cradling your life 
the cautioned denial 
those tender years 
i can’t believe I’ve aligned 

and all of those times
your counting on me
I’m courting the moons call to light 
the cautioned denial 
those tender years (the hypocrisy of)
The stars condemning the signs 

Doused In Alcohol (Charlie Adrianus Parks Acoustic)

Charlie Adrianus Parks- Guitars and Vocals
Nick Formont- Bass Guitars
Lou Panariello- Drums and Percussion 
Jonathan Rivera- Guitars 

Lubricoma blends hard rock, progressive, grunge, art and industrial sounds in a large fashion.. Born in Long Island, NY by Charlie Adrianus Parks on (Vocals/Guitars), Nick Formont (Bass Guitars), Lou Panariello (Drums/Percussion) and Jonathan Rivera (guitars). Look for our first EP titled "Watchers Through Storms" in the coming weeks. 