Scots Poet Wise-L and the Leathermonks Perform ¨Word metal¨  at the Leith Depot, A Bardcore Teuchter Spiritual, 
Post Apocalyptic Funk in a Tragicomic style 

Word Metal.

I see what lies in wait,
I see with the eyes of fate.

I kicked straight through the walls,
I escape the dungeon.
I stick true to the cause,
and love above function.

You pick up on the laws,
and beat down with truncheon.
You brick up the stores,
your meat town is luncheon.

You peep through the key holes,
a bizarre escutcheon.
You reap roads and freeholds,
dysfunction junction.
You creep cold to be bold,
an unclear mediation.
You sweep deep for the gold,
it’s nuclear radiation.

I see what lies in wait,
I see with the eyes of fate.

I don’t lift wordsmith, I don’t right or wrong,
I’m left out here to sing, I bring my song.
A word write a true type, written to belong,
collective long perspective, peace pipe sitting strong.

copyright of Cave Midden Records as part of  The Teuchter College of Tangible Assets  
2019