Kettle Black


Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

You are running ads on our page.
Keeping the revenues while I'm not paid.
Taking advantage of what we say
to sell people shit. Is it fair? No way!

Ultimately you are just a pimp
selling us dreams just when they went limp.
Charging us money to manage our shit
for no piece of the pie from the advertisements.

How many artists do you fuck?
My guess is almost everyone is shit outta luck.
You're using our art just to make a buck.
Abusing our hearts yet we are stuck.

The least you could do is waive my fees
and share a little bit of that revenue, please,
that you obtain from the ads that freeze
my songs from playing, making listeners leave...

Fuck Soundcloud

480BC

CERBERUS - ΚΕΡΒΕΡΟΣ

Don’t leave me out in the rain

What have we done, it’s happened again
How did we end up together in this burning bed
a vulnerable moment, a trick of the night
You are a worthy opponent, now i’m too tired to fight

So much depends upon the weather
clouds form so easily
So much depends upon the question
You don;t know what you ask of me..

your bag’s by the door, there’s papers to sign
Things to sort on the floor; what’s yours and what’s mine
we can’t stay together, i say can’t stay apart
When It feels like it’s over, it’s a brand new start

So much depends upon the weather
The storm breaks so easily
It don’t depend upon the answer
I already know that you’re leaving me

In case you change your mind, I’m easy to find
I’ll be frozen in time where you left me behind
I am mostly to blame, and i hate to complain
But it seems like a shame
Don’t leave me out in the rain..
tears on my face, tearing my clothes, calling your name!

So much depended on whether
Hearts break so easily 
nothing depends upon the answer
you’re already leaving me

I mostly complain, and i might be to blame

Don't Leave Me Out In The Rain

River And Falls

Go With The Flow

I know that we shared the girl
but I am not the boy that  you once knew
and if if you were in trouble
would I still look out for you

oooh ooh

and if if I was to live
throughout this whole life again
I yeah I have come to doubt
whether I would even call you friend

or would I just sit right there and rue  the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

and if if you were cold would I offer you my coat
and if say one day you were lost
would I show you where to go

or would I just sit right there and rue the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

I know things are strange
not the way they used to be
sometimes we all change

what Became of you and
what Became of you and
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me 


sometimes I like to remenisce
think back on all the places
where we used to go
Jukebox purple hearts and questions
but how the hell am I supposed to know

remember when we used to venture South
closing time and they're gonna throw us out
but we we just wanna stay
and re-live all our yesterday's today

or would I just sit right there and rue the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

 would I just sit right there and rue the day
I'd ever seen your bloody face before

I know things are strange
not the way they used to be
sometimes we all change

what Became of you and
what Became of you and
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me
what Became of you and me 



What Became Of You And Me

The Ronald McDonald Of The Nouveau - Abstruse

A Big Thank You to  https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing  for the wonderful Flugelhorn, drums and mixing, a great pleasure to collab…

Antonin Artaud (1896-1948) was a French writer, poet, draughtsman, actor, dramaturge and theatre theorist

The picture shows an excerpt of one of his drawings

Please, if you like, take also a listen to the remix by  https://soundcloud.com/33per/artuad?si=17522a37f7564140bcd237b9b3baa986&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

By sheer accident I came across this small and riveting book by Stephen Barber, that was recently published by Diaphanes. It is called "A Sinister Assassin". It provides translations of Antonin Artaud's last writings (September 1947 - March 1948)

The following text is the last entry in his notebook:






so, the same figure
returns every 
morning (he is an other)
in order to accomplish his 
	revolting, criminal 
	and murderous, sinister 
	mission which is to 
	maintain
the state of bewitchment cast upon
me  (2)

and continue to
make of me
this eternally
bewitched man
		etc etc (2)

The Last Note Of Antonin Artaud (collab with joerxworx)

Azazel has always been a mysterious name that has aroused great curiosity. It is mentioned in ancient Jewish writings and has been the source of inspiration for much fiction, including some of Isaac Asimov's stories to which my song refers.

Azazel

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