If you'd carry your time, your time would carry you,
living in a beautiful world, a beautiful world living in you,
but you're a knotted cord, dealing with your demons,
and that guitar was retuned in a dreaming...

Is it getting dark in here or is it just me?
eye's shut I still see clear, in vision to me
a beautiful sight, but the vision is contagious,
that's why I got to keep it in it's cages,
of symbolic parody, nothings as it appears to be,
here I come with my stutter and my stammer,
playing dumb with my muttered cryptogrammar,

so raise my hands and heart to a higher melody,
each note is a new start, and the harmony's telling me,
a beautiful word but the secret is contagious,
that's why I got to be kept in my cages,
of tragicomedy, but that's myself not really me,
here I come with my stutter and my stammer,
playing dumb with my muttered cryptogrammar,
feet are numb standing in the broken water,
wipe it clean...



Cryptogrammar

It's been good grief,
How good? Beyond belief,
I've got this bird on my axe,
I've got my sweet parallax,
so familiar to me,
am I still your destiny?

Self go solo, so low diving beneath,
bring me some sweet euphony,
forge it into a melody,
So familiar to me,
am I still your destiny,

Thea, I see ya', watering me with your sweet chastity,
Rhea, I pray a, prayer so fair I can smell her sweet hair,  
Oh Thea

Good Greif

Trapped in this city,
to carry gnosis,
so you could drink it,
up by osmosis,
I say atrocious,
they say psychosis,
that I might as well,

my bottom feedy,
is getting needy,
starvation rations,
can make one greedy,
in Atro-City,
it's far from pretty,
a living Hell,

you do it all the time,
your hands covered in grime,
off of the wall you would crawl...

into me...

it's been so long since I've been gone,
you'd think they'd have moved on,
off of the wall you would crawl,
into me,

but everything's the same,
they just call it a different name,
off the wall you would crawl,
into me, into me,
till I could not see,

you think you're setting my sun,
but I'm not quite done,
you think your rite-ing my fall,
but your off your wall and all,

I'll throw a tantrum,
and chant my mantram,
I'll do some spelling,
there is no telling,
in Atro-City it's far from pretty,
a living Hell,

Atro-City

"Ramblin' Man" written in 1951 by Country music Saint Hank Williams...may he live forever...

 ...variations by Vain Jangles

Hanky Panky

you say you got a living on common cents,
and the only thing you're giving is ransom for rents,
that you're happy as a harvest hitch in a dry ditch behind the fare,

trauma warding words,
signed by flight of birds,
I was on my shelf,
running from myself,

"no...don't go...
I ...won't lie
here's what I will do:... I will breathe on you!"

make noise...
make NOISE,
MAKE NOISE...(noise) 
MAKE NOISE...(noise)

say you got a living worth dying for,
and live your self to death is the breathe of the boar,
hungry like a gold fish floating belly up in a feeding cup,
behind the fare,

bidden bidding bait,
fickled before fate,
"sharpen up thy pen,
and stab the page again"

my beauty, come to me,

and here is what I'll do...I will breathe on you!

make noise,
make NOISE,
MAKE NOISE (noise),
MAKE NOISE (noise)

(noise)


Breathe On You

(a targeted individual's love song)

Our congratulations are in order,
you're our brand new patient,
cross a brave new border,
 of human experiment hate
human experimentation/experiment-hate-shun

you've been accepted!!

a tail from out the crypt,
and a brand new hair lip,
crow's are gonna rip,
and proceed to tear up,
your zen garden place,
it was over run by weeds anyways...

oh how long has it been here all alone,
phasing out into the phantom zone,
looking at all the seeds you've sown,
into a wasteland,
wasteland of ashes and slipping stones,
beneath a tower tiled in wishing bones,
everyone's trying to get a grip before it breaks,

are you staring to lose it?
are you starting to lose it?
are you still just pretending,
or are you starting to lose it?
I think he's starting to lose it,
cause all he does is his music,
all he does is his...

I'm not starting to lose it...I'm fine...goodbye..I'm fine
and I'm not starting to lose it...I'm fine...

would you, fall in love with me and mine?
would you, fall in love with me and mine?
would you fall in love with me,
and my secret of secreting scars?
and my scares and my prayers,
and my terrors and my cares,
and my nightmares...would you hold me?
I'm so lonely...
I:
a bottle shaken then forsaken,
so I'm surly,
and shy...

I'm Fine...Goodbye

how do you know it's true?
I can't really say I do,
but I dream of it all the time,
this little dream of mine

'cept your just fucking with my head,
and everything's left unsaid,
and if I don't come undone a little,
I'm gonna blow up a lot,
so I'm running from every thought,

one plus one equals two,
that's what it used to do,
then it started to make three,
now who am I supposed to be?
and what is this myself thing.
plucking it's puppet strings?
yesterday is a stranger,
and tomorrow's my oldest friend,
coming around again,

hate me with open eyes,
don't placate me with hoping lies,
do not deceive me,
just hate me truthfully,
maybe someday you'll love me ruthlessly,

hurt me with open arms,
don't desert me with sloping charms,
give me your hand to kiss...
...if only your fist....


Hate Me

slow,
lowly,
slowly,
so lowly, holy, holy

here I twist my tongue,
can I take communion?
can the song be sung?>
into sacred union?

it's been almost 4 years,
on a celibate lurch, (here I am trapped in a cell of my own skin)
as the priest propheteer,
of an unorthodox church,
ghost congregation...

... kneeling ovation,

slow,
lowly,
slowly,
so lowly, holy, holy, HOLY


Cunilingus

Ian They 2

"dead ended the echoes start to pry,
down where dreams go right before they die,
this graveyard for your faith and hope,
they're too heavy and you can't cope,
so lay that burden down and cease to try"

someone said virtue's its own reward,
and thus he was promptly put to sword,
the age is dark, the mages hark,
unto a beast who leased his mark,
to everyone who would deny his lord,

now despair is my lover,
all severed and smothered,
I just couldn't recover,
 the scent of another, 

extinction is trending the flock into a line,
my warning is mourning itself into a whine,
but everyone that I try to save,
just pushes me down into this grave,
depraved and deprived,
in my grave...
still alive...

covered in bug bites and fed to the fetters,
 it never is seeming to get any better,

poise on my poison,
and my friends and family,
they all get together,
to curse me and damn me...

The Scent of Another

Darling you know that it's not true,
and if I'm gay...I'm only gay for YOU,

when you gonna see?
I'm sorry...don't ignore me,
without you : without me,

when you gonna just be hateful?
I'd be grateful!
cause without you I'm without me,

when you gonna see I'm sorry?
just don't ignore me?
I could be a BRUTE...the brute for you,

this scar tissue of mine really does opine,
if you want me too...I could be the brute for you,

The Brute For You

when you are only 4 years old,
you have to do what you are told,
and you were cut from a Wendigo's womb,

I went to "music camp" but on,
there was no music no, no, no...
just children drugged and brought into a room,

all the things I know but never knew that I knew...

it's alright little one...sometimes we fall...

they made you drink a special drink,
a forget-me-knot so you couldn't think,
then they measured you with all their ugly sticks,
they drank your spirit with their fangs,
the hallow men that Jesus brang,
and hide behind the church to turn their tricks,

Heaven is lying low,
What does "God" mean to you?
when he's feeding on children?

it's alright little one...sometimes we fall...

a girl tied to a table top, 
that's made to capture every drop,
of blood once they make you slit her throat cold,
when I was 19 I killed a cat,
but It really stopped at that...

...I haven't killed no one since I was 4 years old




 

4 Years Old

why does everybody ignore me?
am I there? am I there?
no one sees my side of the story,
am I there? am I there? am I there? am I there?am I there?
am I there? am I there? am I there? am I there? am I there???

oh no...I'm lost again,
with my good grief,
and a riddled Zen,
that goes beyond belief, 

so pardon me if I cry blood drops from eyes,
I got an open wound for a mind,
my unopened valentine,

sometimes you gotta hang your head,
keep your foresight flat to the floor,
the leash that you wore loose,
has now become a noose...

...and you know what it's for....

sometimes you gotta break a few blisters,
sometimes you gotta let 'em bleed,
when those fingers start to fret,
never forget,
they know what they need,
give them six string strung of cutting copper,
play to me your pain so pretty and sweet,
play to me your needing till those fingers start bleeding,
and I will be the floor firm beneath your feet,

vultures circle overhead,
calling me their daily bread,
their human beaks are caked with streaks,
of rotted reek and lies to speak,
promising a certain death,
carrion upon their breath,
middle men who mar and maim,
hide behind a holy name,

"don't you know your marked for death?"
why are you still breathing breath?
hidden cameras in your cell...here in this hell"...

I'll keep my pearls inside their shell,
I promise that I'll never tell,
I wish you well, I wish you well, I wish you well...

...I wish...

why do I  breathe?
for a reason to breathe,
for a reason to breathe, 
breathe in with me,

(breathing)
 

Conspiracy of Breath

"Declaration of Human Independence"
Your persecution has leant a meaning to my movements that I would never have otherwise attained, for your stagnant strictures taught me my own lack of limit, and my feet now fall with the weight of destiny, my words welling in the heart of man like a spring of truth whose virtue is terrible to behold...
Your condemnation has taught me forgiveness... for only in your third degree did I glimpse the first impression of my second chance. So let my tears now be as diamonds in the light, for in your blinds of darkness did I learn to hear, and in your deafened muting did I learn to see...Surely I have grown strong in all the place you have broken me...
Your oppression has made me free... for your hatred has burned away all false friendship and standing all alone did I find true love, glowing in the lonely flames like iron forged in fire...you shall NEVER break it...
I call your sadism weakness, and this weakness did teach me true strength, for through the hurting did I learn endurance, through the pain did I come to know resilience: the path of patience...long have I walked it...
...until my hope grew greater than your fear, for its faith is forever and your fright a flickering phantasm...until my generosity grew greater than your greed, for this poverty has taught me the true wealth, and its seed was planted in me by the saints and seers and poets and prophets, then fertilized by their blood which you have spilled for so long....
You have no one but yourself to blame for what is about to happen...
For the noon-tide of the new man will overflow the dam you have set and flood your tepid garden of weeds...
..the past has passed...I come bearing the present of the present...

Vain Jangles

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