Psychopath
© Simon St John Chamberlain 2021
Artwork Hannah Joe

Psychopath

All music & lyrics by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Pain in my bones,
it won’t leave me alone,
and sleep is just a notion
Thoughts go up a fiery blaze
I lie and watch the licking flames
Choking and smoking
Choking and smoking

Incubating suffering
Floating down a whiskey stream
Drunken and hopeless
Slit my jugular on a jagged rock
Dripping bloody lemon drops
Feel the life drain from my head
Feel the life drain from my head

Gone, gone, gone
My mind has gone
Now I just waste all my time 
Crooked and clueless,
Completely useless
In a phantasmagoria
Phantasmagoria 

On the bank and watching me
OxyContin beauty queen
Electric red hair
All heartsick, ribs and atrophy
Waving at me frantically,
but I can’t be there
No, I can’t be there

Gone, gone, gone
My mind has gone
Now I just waste all my time 
Crooked and clueless,
Completely useless
In a phantasmagoria
Phantasmagoria

Phantasmagoria

InfernalXXX

Insider Eyes
Insider wise
Inside the Eyes of Kenny G

Inside on High
Inside we Fly
Inside The Mind of Kenny G

Inside The Eyes Of Kenny G (The Church Version)

Vocals, guitar, and foot operated drums all performed live by Franko Malley

you think i'm mean?
i couldve wrote that book at 17
you think i'm mean?
you haven't seen anything

midnight munchin eatn up all of your cereal
and i'll only leave you half a bowl

you said i'm mean?
you ain't never even seen this side of me before.

you think i'm mean?
i couldve wrote that book at 17
you think i'm mean?
you haven't seen anything

all i said to do was help me find the kids shoes
and now you gotta give me all that sassy-sas-sas-sas

you think im mean?
i stuck your toothbrush in my ass

you think i'm mean?
i couldve wrote that book at 17
you think i'm mean?
you haven't seen anything

its the fucking weekend and i'm getting shit for sleepin
so now i'm jerkin off in the dispenser for your hand soap

you think i'm mean?
how's the ocean summer breeze with a knuckleberry note

you think i'm mean?
i couldve wrote that book at 17
you think i'm mean?
you haven't seen anything

"you're always too hungover Frank you can't do nothin!"
now i'm outside jamming dogshit in the handle of your car door

and you think i'm mean?
fuckin whore

Mean (Live at Shitty's Adult Daycare)

The Fall Of The Jungle King

hunger when I see you
What's an animal to do?
reaching for perfection
with nothing but affection in my heart
fear aside, come step into my cage
where the air is dry but cooler in the shade

blind since my recapture
to does and does not matter
just because you're paranoid
doesn't mean that they're not out to getcha'
friends appear and will tell you of their dreams
and enemies, well, they're never what they seem 
          eclipse of the sun with the birds anticipating
      fall of the one time mighty jungle king

the whole point of no return
was a landslide of earthly concern
'only time I knew my place 
was when they rang my bell and then they ran away
close your eyes, lo' and behold the truth
and what you feel belongs to none but you

no complaints, I've no regrets
I've made my peace with what is left
and my pride it was no gift it
was a curse I will be glad to have lifted
the price I paid I choose not to remember
with a leap of faith and the courage to surrender
                the fall of the once so mighty jungle king
            the world still turns and the birds, they still sing

The Fall Of The Jungle King

Cloud Hound

The Search
Written, performed, and mixed by Tim Griffis at Princeton Studio
Thanks to Rene, Andrew, and Kevin for their feedback!
Hope you enjoy some part of it ;-)
April 7, 2020 reprinted to a 1/4 inch 2-Track Tape MCI JH-110

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio
Guitars: Fender Strat; Les Paul Standard; Fender Squire Bass
Pedals: Fulltone OCD overdrive, Line6 delay, MXR analog chorus, Fulltone wah
Mics: Neumann TLM 67
Drums: arranged by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Mixer: API 16 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)

Lyrics
Well your eyes are wide open tonight
Searching for a cure
to save another man's life tonight

EYES WIDE OPEN
EYES WIDE OPEN
Maybe I'll see you again

Well your heart is on the mend
You're searching for a good friend
who will see you through to the end

EYES WIDE OPEN
EYES WIDE OPEN
Maybe I'll see you 
Maybe I'll see you again

Searching for the cure
I found you there
I found you there
Searching for the cure
Lighthouse Park in the salty air

Searching for...searching for.....searching for the cure.......

The search

That root vegetable I had a hunch
It was being saved for our Sunday lunch
Imagine that evening to my surprise
A happening that bought tears to my eyes
I bent over to obey
Cuz you said you wanted to play
That's no sex toy that's a meal
It will take some months till I heal

CHORUS
Am I a man or am I a boy?
That's a sex toy!  That's a sex toy!
One woman mission to destroy
That's a sex toy!  That's a sex toy!

Give me a whip and give me a chain
Keep it going cuz I like pain
Turn vibration up to ten
Turn it off then start again
How did that feel for you?
I think I turned from black to blue
That's no sex toy that's a beast
What a monster I've unleashed

CHORUS

Industrial sized, industrial sound
Nearly span my whole body around
See that bottle over here
Pass it fast I'll drink the beer
And once its empty shove it up
Sit back and watch my body erupt
That's no sex toy, I need more
Whatever you have I'll take it all

CHORUS

Sex Toy

This song is kind of a sequel to https://soundcloud.com/adam-woodard/rock-n-roll-band-shelby-bryantshel-silverstein by Shel Silverstein by way of @shelbybryant

Yes, we love your band 
Our band
We catch every show
That we can 
To see your band 

We love the old stuff 
And the new stuff and
Everything in between 
I can’t tell you what you mean to us
Yes, we
Love your band

I met the drummer in Milwaukee
He held a broken walkie-talkie
I was surprised ‘cause I always thought he
Was a bit taller than me
But now I see

Yes, we love your band
Our band
We got some pawn shop amps
And late night plans
For our band

We don’t wanna be too famous
We just wanna be just like you
We’ll cut an album in the south of France in a castle
Pastel lovers on the cover
We’ll only need each other
And our love for you

But our singer is afraid of flying
I’m not the only one that thinks he’s lying
Don’t you think he’s just afraid of trying 
I am hoping you might help us
Help us feel less hopeless
P.S. we’re your biggest fans

Love, our band 
(Milwaukee walkie-talkie squawky walkie talkie)
Love, our band
(Milwaukee walkie-talkie squawky walkie talkie)
Love, our band
(Milwaukee walkie-talkie squawky walkie talkie)

Love, Our Band

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STONE is available on all online platforms for streaming and buying.

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