What’s Inside (Remastered)

Manifest

[LYRICS]

the road to hell 
is paved with machinations
the cycle sails 
through the fourth turn
we'll chalk it up 
to youthful naivety
but you won't stop 
'til i'm naked and suffering

it's okay to peek inside yourself
i'm not hiding anybody else
hate me?
we'll see
when i leave
will you make me?

i've already signed all the papers
to drive you from my home forever
you pretended you weren't a sinner
this is your unlawful detainer

deception is 
your country's currency
recession?
yeah
comfort be damned
ensue drawn lines
feudal federal fallacy
it's sink or swim
you're lucky just to be alive

it's okay to peek inside yourself
i'm not hiding anybody else
hate me?
we'll see
when i leave
will you make me?

i've already signed all the papers
to drive you from my home forever
you pretended you weren't a sinner
this is your unlawful detainer

carve out the debt from my throat
born just to live and die broke

they all scream out:
Versavus
save us
Versavus
save us

i see them on the front porch
survey this silent hell
maybe they will leave again
but this won't leave me well

it's okay to peek inside yourself
i'm not hiding anybody else
hate me?
we'll see
when i leave
will you make me?

i've already signed all the papers
to drive you from my home forever
you pretended you weren't a sinner
this is your unlawful detainer

unlawful detainer

Raw, unfiltered frustration. A track born from the chaos of waking up and realizing the world is still a mess. Anger, defiance, and the weight of caring too much when apathy would be easier. This is for the ones who see too much, feel too much, and still refuse to be numb. "Dejected" is rebellion in its purest form.

Lyrics – "Dejected"
Woke up in a mood, don’t ask me why
Another day watching the world go blind
They trade their souls for a plastic crown
Sing the same damn song while it all burns down

And I see it, I feel it, the weight of it all
The greed, the lies, the rise, the fall
I love this world, but I hate what it's become
I care too much, but I wanna feel numb

I'm dejected, disconnected
Sick of the game but still infected
Hate what I see, but I can't look away
Tied to the fire, watching it fade

They tell me progress is just another chain
Dress it up nice but it smells the same
Puppets dancing for the ones in control
Selling their futures for pockets of gold

And I hear it, I taste it, the sickness inside
The power, the hunger, the vultures in flight
I wanna believe, but belief is a ghost
Swallowed by shadows, consumed by the host

I'm dejected, disconnected
Sick of the game but still infected
Hate what I see, but I can't look away
Tied to the fire, watching it fade

Break it, fake it, burn it all down
Tear out the wires and kill the sound
If this is the world that they wanna create
Then let me be the one who won’t integrate

I'm dejected, disconnected
Sick of the game but still infected
Hate what I see, but I can't look away
Tied to the fire, watching it fade

But I still hold on… I still hold on…
Even when I don’t know why.

Dejected

Increasingly ambitious

so sharpen your teeth
black streets bring you back to me
blood seeps, pouring from my wounds
and i’ve seen the face of hell
concrete, these walls are just a shell
you know this just as well

pour out your life for me
nothing left but chlorine 
the smell, it burns my lungs
you are intoxicating 
you make my skin crawl
and all the sheep flock

chlorine

Song in the type of the Band Death. Much of melodies , fast guitars and Double Vocals on Chorus… enjoy.🤘🏻🤘🏻

LIFE EXAMPLE

Holy bananas this is old.  It morphed into "Heyoka Rode" eventually, which is totally different but has some of the same riffs and lyrical themes....some of my riffs are so complex that they deserve to be played different ways, sometimes - At the time I recorded it, I wasn't happy with it because I wanted real drums, was stuck with making beats that don't sound like a real drummer, and I scrapped it...quit music for a while.  Revisiting it so many years later.......I am blown away by how dumb I can be, which is why I need ChrystCha to tell me.  I don't have any outside perspective otherwise. This is HEAVY and actually badass.  The image is my art. 

This used to be called "Kiss The Abyss", which is a stupid name for a song and I realized what gross ideas people could associate with that concept like, oh I won't even say, except for one thing.....like someone would certainly have it occur to them that crawling inside a beached whale's vagina would be "inside the abyss" and it is good to think of these things, or you might write lyrics without realization, like: 

"I'm hot blooded, check it and see, I've got a fever of a hundred and three....are you old enough, don't let your parents call your bluff, you're 14 and you got a muff" - and it becomes a hit, and then you're Foreigner.  Can't have that.  

This stands on its own.  Now ChrystCha tells me me earlier stuff is better than the new stuff.....she can kiss my ass with talk like that, I mean kiss the abyss.  

Abyss Mall.  I am not Dave Brockie, though it might seem like it sometimes.  R.I.P

Abyss Mall

Instrumental cover of the Foo Fighters Hey Johnny Park! Alick on Guitar, Norf on Drums, Bass and Beer!! If your like it, please click like and follow me :)

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"Hey, Johnny Park!"

come and I'll take you under
this beautiful bruise's colors
everything fades in time it's true
wish that I had another
stab at the undercover
was it a change in mind for you

it's impossible
I can't let it out
you'll never know
am I selling you out
sit and watch
your every mood

your eyes still remind me of
angels that hover above
eyes that can change from blind to blue

now that I've found my reward
I'd throw it away long before
I'd share a piece of mine with you

Foo Fighters - Hey Johnny Park

There Are No Angels Here

WORDS/VOX: Ian Whiteley
MUSIC/INSTRUMENTATION: John Kettle

Scraping around the vipers nest,
flaming swords and thrusting spear,
black spiders scuttle to the feast
but there are no angels here.

The dragon crawls into their veins,
hallucinogenic ecstasy or fear.
The demon bares his fangs to bite
and still there are no angels here.

The first-born rounded up and caged,
harvesting the mothers tear,
the innocents are slaughtered.
Yes, there are no angels here.

No Seraphim, no Nephilim,
no Archangel seen far or near -
God’s army keep their powder dry.
There are no avenging angels here.

The dead will rise in Babylon,
false prophets will snipe and sneer,
the doubters branded heretics.
There are no longer angels here.

Tangled up in their own strings
the puppets and the puppeteer.
God is dead and Satan lives
because there are no angels here.

The fool sits in the house of white,
Apocalyptic portents appear.
Despite claiming the hand of God
there were never any angels here.

There Are No Angels Here

Originally from Wakefield West Yorkshire - now living in Wigan, Lancashire.
Bard Company/Crows Of Albion vocalist and Performance poet
Albums/Tracks can be purchased at: http://thecrowsofalbion.bandcamp.com/

There Are No Angels Here

The Crows Of Albion / Bard Company