Punk Rock Zombie

PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, lyre, vocals
Ron Thomas: Autoharps, Drums

Production notes:
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Very early on we wanted to use autoharps on this song to create a sort of swirling backdrop, reminiscent of the harps in Indian/Bollywood soundtrack songs of the seventies.

Right away there were challenges because the song is in B flat and is not wholly diatonic to begin with, utilizing a chord built on the augmented lydian scale in the choruses. So rather than transpose the song to a more amenable key (since the chromatic bits weren't going to work no matter what key we used) we instead re-tuned the autoharp. Moving through the strings one by one we tuned them either up or down a half step where applicable to bring them into key. Where the augmented chord hit in the choruses, we excluded those notes so that the autoharp was filling the diatonic parts of the chords and omitting the accidentals. It took us several tries to get it right. In the end we arrived at a chord progression that could be strummed on the autoharp and the modified chords could be played with existing dampers.

We also tuned the lyre so that the top half of the strings included the chromatic augmented notes while the lower register of the lyre was tuned using the diatonic, so the lyre could play the melody all the way through both parts of the song.

The inspiration for this song was essentially fourfold:
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First, H.P. Lovecraft's terrifying necromancer Joseph Curwen (from "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward") who masked his true identity in order to thwart suspicion from his fellow townsfolk. He has many secrets lurking in his underground catacombs where he performs acts of necromancy most foul, extracting the "salts" of the dead in order to raise them at will and learn the secrets of ancient eldritch deities.

Second, a poem by Rudyard Kipling titled "En-Dor" which was a warning against the rise of spiritualism and the cost of communion with the dead in the early 20th century.

Third, the biblical Saul who traveled in disguise to visit a witch at the city of Endor in order to summon Samuel from the dead and garner advice on defeating the Philistines, but who only prophesies doom for Saul. Saul dies later the next day in the battle of Gilboa.

Lastly, the story of Odysseus communing with the underworld where he enlists the help of Tiresias to have a chat with the dead and secure for himself a safe journey home.

They all seek communion with the dead for one purpose: to gain knowledge which only those who have crossed over between realms might possess. 

Lyrics:
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A mask may reveal what it’s meant to conceal
From those who are standing beside us
Armor of pride, so we learn to abide
By the monsters which hide deep inside us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us
Oh, how they scratch and they bite us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us

Only to know what the professor knows

Eating black bread, wearing clothes of the dead
The soil soaked in honey around us
For fear if we failed, leave the ogre unveiled
And it’s back in the grave where they found us
Back in the grave where they found us
Freed from the ties which had bound us
Back in the grave where they found us

Only to know what the professor knows

In the catacomb vaults, we extracted the salts
From cadavers to lengthen our youth
Chanting the names at the edge of the flames
And a mirror to show us the truth
A mirror which speaks only truth
See how it seeks not to soothe
A mirror which speaks only truth

Only to know what the professor knows

In the underworld maze, in the night of no days
Concocting the plan we’re devising
Much to endure on the road to En-Dor
And to snatch from Elohim arising
To snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising

BARDS: Of the Shimmering Seraphs

The Professor

I'm sorry y'all--this is another downer of a song with preachy lyrics but it's an idea that came up and demanded to be completed. 

The only side I take is the human one, but I couldn't have more contempt for the ostensible leaders of both Gaza and Israel who seek their own interests at the cost of so much suffering among innocents. Nothing good comes out of "Let's go kill some people."



You Let This Happen

have you understood that this is the final warning call
abandon hope all those that linger here

you lived the diamond life and could not lend your ears
and now the sand is wet with blood beyond our wildest fears 
how could you let this happen here

we plant the seeds of death beside the seeds of life 
so they can pay the price and have the will to fight

the bloodied face that no one could identify
now here's the news that was a mother's precious baby
how could you let this happen here

so how do you think this story ends
when it begins with the death of innocents
another thousand years of war is in the cards
another generation with daggers in their hearts

and you let it happen

You Let This Happen

Lights Off feat. CallMeDezz
Vocals and Lyrics CallMeDezz:
 https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/22218/lights-off-140bpm-trap-acapella
Paploviante E Bass, Music, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering

Lights Off feat. CallMeDezz

Roar (or Get Up On Your Hind Legs)

chorale

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, by: Prod. Riddiman

www.youtube.com/@ProdRiddiman

Vocals/Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed and mastered by: The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics:

Do the monsters from the dark dimension tell campfire stories too?
Do the monsters from the realm of unknown make the antagonist out of you?

Sick and Disgusting
Perverted and untrusting
A planet just crusting with parasitical bustings from the wombs of the wicked
We are so addicted
To the madness afflicted
All the way from restricted

Do you even know what crafts a monster that walks on many toes?
Does it go any further than the realms outside the veins of your blood flow?

Do the monsters from the dark dimension tell campfire stories too?
Do the monsters from the realm of unknown make the antagonist out of you?

Who are all the Monsters in all the pages?
We are all the monsters! Let's burn the sages!
Who are all the monsters in all the pages?
We are all the monsters let's burn the sages!

Who are all the monsters?
Who are all the monsters?
Who are all the monsters?
We are all the monsters!

You can't cleanse me
I can't cleanse you
So let's sail the sinful seas
In a little Brittle black canoe

Prod. Riddiman x The Mysterious Decibel - Who Are All The Monsters?

In the quaint suburban, preciously one square mile neighborhood of Willowbrook, a peculiar phenomenon unfolds beneath the facade of everyday life. Here, amidst the picket fences and neatly trimmed lawns, lies a secret known only to its inhabitants: the ability to walk through walls. It's a gift that defies logic, a quirk of reality that shapes the lives of those who call Willowbrook home.

Willowbrook

雲は流れる

Just Like U

Texte Français et Google traduction

EST-CE QU’ON IRA  AU BOUT

Est-ce un jour de deuil et la mort d’un passé
Laissons sur le seuil ce qui peut déchirer
J’ouvre cette porte qui nous a séparé
Quand les doutes que l’on porte font les amours blessés
Est-ce déjà un bon point que d’avoir pu parler
Et dans un long chemin, rien n’est jamais gagné
De notre unique histoire qu’il faudra bien sauver
Y aura t’il victoire, KO ou sera t’elle comptée.

Est-ce qu’on ira au bout, oublier tout.

Est-ce qu’on ira au bout de cette belle aventure
En laissant à genoux ce qui fait les blessures
Oublier les démons, les pourquoi, les comment
Pour nous donner un nom qui nous aille vraiment
Est-ce la fin d’une histoire pour une vie troublée
Faire un trou de mémoire et ne plus y penser
Oublier nos questions à deux balles, à deux sous
Se donner des raisons pour rester entre nous

Est-ce une vie nouvelle dans l’après qui attend
Trouvons les choses plus belles et tout moins pire qu’avant
Donnons de l’importance à ce qui vaut la peine
Saisir toutes les chances qui valent qu’on se les prenne
Oublions les questions à deux balles à deux sous
Donnons-nous des raisons de rester entre nous
Donnons-nous des raisons de rester entre nous

WILL WE GO AT THE END

Is it a day of mourning and the death of a past
Let's leave on the threshold what can tear
I open that door that separated us
When the doubts that one carries make the hurt loves
Is it already a good point to have been able to speak
And in a long way, nothing is ever won
From our unique story that will have to be saved
Will there be victory, knockout or will it count.

Will we go to the end, forget everything.

Will we go to the end of this beautiful adventure
Leaving on your knees what makes the wounds
Forget about demons, why, how
To give us a name that really suits us
Is it the end of a story for a troubled life
Make a memory lapse and forget about it
Forget our questions with two bullets, two cents
Give yourself reasons to stay between us

Is this a new life in the after that awaits
Let's find things more beautiful and less bad than before
Let's give importance to what is worth
Seize all the chances that are worth taking them
Let's forget the two-ball two-ball questions
Do we give reasons to stay between us
Do we give reasons to stay between us

EST - CE QU'ON IRA AU BOUT (Le début de la fin)

Chansons Françaises écrites, composées, arrangées et enregistrées à la maison.
Elles sont toutefois déposées à la SACEM.

EST - CE QU'ON IRA AU BOUT (Le début de la fin)

Alain GUERIN

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