No Valentine 

Key of A | 4:4 | 112-120 BPM | Train Shuffle 

This one is a fictional story of a boy who lost his Dad, older now but still a kid, reflecting on his loss, just old enough to barely remember him, too young to have made enough memories to hold on to, and whose Momma is so heart-broken, she is unable to move past her own sorrow, to be there for the boy, to start a new life.  Desensitized, lost, and full of grief, his father’s memory is fading, making the pain of loss, and his desire to be loved even greater.  The irony is in Momma’s song, how the boy is drawing parallels to his pain while she sings of hers, and they’re so lost they can’t find each other.   

 

Intro 8 Measures 

Verse 1: 8 Measures 

Daddy found dirt when I was 3, [uh huh] 

He didn’t leave much Momma and me [uh huh] 

The rooster crowed and sang his song 

The sun came up and he was gone [uh huh] 

 

Verse 2: 8 Measures (Vocals change on second and fourth verse) 

I climb the oak tree out behind the chicken pen 

To think about my Daddy and what could’ve been. 

It’s getting hard to find memories, no baseball games, or catch for me [uh huh] 

 

Pre-Chorus:  8 Measures 

I wish this hurt would go away but the pains still fresh and here to stay [uh huh] 

 

Chorus: 8 Measures 

(A) Fill me up with Gasoline, (D) it lights the rag when Momma sings 

(G) No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, (A) No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines 

Bridge/Solo?????   

 

Verse 3: 

I walk the train tracks to the sea [uh huh] 

Swear every whistle’s meant for me [uh huh] 

My Daddy’s ashes in a can and I feel like I burned with him [uh huh] 

 

Verse 4: 

Every step one closer to the morning light. 

Every day one closer to the next goodbye 

Nothing left, no memories, no birthday presents, or Christmas tree.  

 ../ 

Pre-Chorus/  

No, I can’t see nothing now but the blood red sun glow through closed eyes. [uh huh 

 

Chorus 

Fill me up with Gasoline, it lights the rag when Momma sings 

No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines

No Valentines

I'm Dreaming Of You

Holds You

Rectify (with Ariel Petrie)

V1.
I've traveled life's landscape, less than thrilled with it
Never found a journey wind up worth it's trip
But then came you, and my world came undone
The way they say it will, when someone is 'that one'
And now I know with all my soul
That our two were meant to make 1 whole

Ch. 1
See, your voice
Is the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So in front of the world I'm gonna pledge love to you, girl
And call your name
It's my favorite word.

V2.
With every river of emotion, I kicked against it's flow
A cynic never finds a reason to let fate take it's hold
Still, here you stand today - facing me
A sign of everything that loving freely can bring
And undeniably it's true
That finally I know trust's strength in you

Ch. 2.
See your voice
Is the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So with it's song in my ear I wanna grow old with you, girl
And call your name
'Cause it's my favorite word.

Br.
The say that nothing ever comes true until somebody believes in it
They say a dream will never come to be until somebody sees it
But see, I'm living proof there's something to be said for divine faith
Because I've been given something that I know I could never imagine
In your grace
Whoa, yeah - and that's forever and all of time.
Said that's forever and all of time.

Ch. 3
See, your voice
It's the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So 'til death do us part I'm stickin' right here for ya, girl
Yes, I am
And still your name
Will stay my favorite word
...dream girl...



(All music & lyrics copyright Daron Anthony Randolph / SNC Music. All rights reserved.)

My Favorite Word

A remaster of the original from 2022.

LYRICS

A fancy shirt and a dapper suit.
A girl on your arm years younger than you.
Do everything with style and grace.
Must be easy when you own the place.
A lifetime of confidence, filled with ease.
When you grew up you could be whatever you pleased.
I knew you were a tosser when you entered the room and offered out a cocaine spoon.
Yeah.

Youve got a checkered past filled with selfish deeds.
Expensive habits that your parents feed.
Too many chances a few bites at it, and you've blown them all you fucking hypocrite.
Your pride is at best badly misplaced. You've had every advantage, a fucking waste.
I knew you were a cunt when you entered  the room, and took cocaine from a silver spoon. 
Yeah.

Dress to impress, a shaven face.
A sense of style, that you own this place.
A box of trinkets, a Norwegian loom. 
Objects d'art, a Prince Andrew spoon.
Objects represent your personality.
How you present to the world, what you wanna be.
Took a trip on a hot air balloon. 
A photograph where you hold the moon. Yeah.

You bullshit about your made up past. Everything about you is made of glass 
A scattered approach to relationships. Which you rule over like a dictatorship.
The things you own won't replace the facts, that your a mediocre boring twat.
You lay there crying at the moon, and stir your coffee with a cocaine spoon.
Yeah.

It feels so enlightening.
Their way of expanding.
Their half formed opinions.
Of problems in England.
Their sunglasses shining.
In the greying lightning.
Their lips are revealing.
The lies they are telling. 
The too cool for schooling 
The drug money pooling.
The lives they're ignoring.
Its all so boring.

A golden handshake, though you never worked.
A skiing trip with fellow waxworks.
A trophy girlfriend and a trophy wife. 
A trophy before you started life.
A troubling rumour,  a paid off man.
An empty briefcase, a constant tan.
You had it all, aimed for the moon.
But blew it on your cocaine spoon.
Yeah.







Prince Andrew Spoon

kotze 23 (antisemiten)

Eight Circle of Hell (the mind of the manipulator) 

(A.k.a I am Legion for we are many)

Rational Idols
And national bibles
A latch for the tied up
And cash for my soul

...

My eyes
Derive lies
From the pinkish skies
That surround the goodbyes
At the end of another night

Plenty times
I survived
Atop a hill, a light
When its time to improvise 
The summaries I surmise 

A disguise
Again... Lies
Maybe my demise
As I watch from above
Like ants, them living their lives

Perhaps I hide behind 
The scenes I analyze
What seems to comprise
A machine I can't find
Now...

...

I simulate my life
But can't read most the code
Pull the strings on all the toys
Maybe it's why I come off as cold

Once the girls and the boys
Now the women and the men
I appease them all I can
Everyone's number one fan

So where's my prize?
I played the game just as was told
To control the young in ploys
And reap the souls of the old

Swirl the tongue with a noise
Just to lie right through my teeth
Decide to slide the blame
To some name from underneath

...

They must be fascists
Thinking they can unmask this
Impeccable costume 
I spent decades perfecting





///////////2023

Eighth Circle of Hell (the mind of the manipulator) [Demo]

@kaysnoto

lyrics:
Mistvale-

I tell a story
why did it have to end bad?

You say you hate my guts
And hate my friends

Well wtf is up with that?

Oh and ive seen it all before
You cut me open and now im bleeding on the floor

Rip my guts out of my chest
let me bleed out, bleed out (x4)

hate my guts w/kaysnoto

Less Than Nothing (you are)

Split LP between Existential Narcissism and MALICE.

Holds You

Rob Fletcher