Friday, November 8, 2013

Swamp Thing

The following rough mix of a rough demo track was written and recorded by my brother and I during a 48-hour period this past summer.  It is dedicated in loving memory to Sammy Terry (R.I.P.).



They said you was the Swamp Thing
Some kind of Chomp King
Said you wear an Evil Ring
That bleeds you into everything

Swamp Thing!  Chomp King!
It's your Evil Ring

They say they hear you in the night:
'I put you in the bag, I put you in the pot!'

Got your veins in the vines and your blood in the mud
(Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!)
Got your skin in the scree when it's fried in the flood
(Hah! Hah! Hah!)
Your a beast in the grease with your id in the cud
It's just your nasty kind of love... love?

They said you was the Chomp King
Some kind of Swamp Thing
It's your Evil Ring
That bleeds you into anything

People disappear up at Lover's Lane
They grope in the dark and they eat the pain
Kissing turns to cursing turns to cutting up the brain!

They say they hear you in the night:
'I put you in the bag, I put you in the pot!'

Got your veins in the vines and your blood in the mud
(Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!)
Got your skin in the scree when it's fried in the flood
(Hah! Hah! Hah!)
Your a beast in the grease with your id in the cud
It's just your nasty kind of love... love?

Who you taking down tonight?
Who you taking down in the soup tonight?
What face do they wear when you put 'em in your bag
for the drip and the drag, the drip and the drag

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Hoo Doo is Voodoo in the blue among the stars...

The locals say they heard you mumbling in the night:
'I put you in the bag and I put you in the pot
I separate the pieces and I count up what I've got
I put you in the bag and I put you in the pot
I separate the pieces and I count up what I've got
They told me the dead don't rise
But I brought 'em back in new disguise
Rearranged into happy, pretty clowns
I turned their frowns upside down
Sewed smiley faces into their eyes
But their mouths make "Os" that signal surprise
Everyone is so happy here
They tell me so with each shed tear
Everyone is so happy here
They tell me so with each shed tear
I put you in the bag, I put you in the pot
I separate the pieces and I count up what I've got...'

Friday, May 27, 2011

The Menagerie is Taking Shape Before Our Eyes!

Thanks to JOSHUA GUILBEAU for doing almost the whole crew! (And we're still accepting other visual contributions - keep 'em comin'!)


'Auto-Sapiens' the Android Gunslinger:
















The Detective of Nightmares:












Iron-Horned John:
















Ape-Cat:












Even Doctor NoBot makes an appearance!










(My hair is not that 'hip' in real life.)

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Another Ape-Cat!

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Thanks to Joshua Guilbeau for this one (click on his name for his cool-i-o website).


Click HERE for the lyrics that inspired this illustration.

Here's the music:




Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Ape-Cat Illustration!



My good friend, Stephen Cefalo, has unveiled the first illustration interpretation of one of the creatures from the lyrics of the new songs: Ape-Cat! He's still working on it but I'm LOVING it so far!



(Click on the link to see the rest of her.)

All right, illustrators and artists of all sorts, the game is on! Who's gonna send me something next? 'Twill be featured here on the blog so get goin'!


Here are the lyrics that inspired this illustration:


And here is the song:


Saturday, May 21, 2011

7. Death of An Android Gunslinger - by Blaster the Rocket Man


The Prequel:

Striding into the Bleeding Red Dwarf Sunset, Two Strange Figures Converse: the One Tall, Tough, and Rangy, Stetson-Crowned and Duster-Clad and Spur-Boot Shod and Six-Gun Fixed, Betimes Glinting Fire On Metal with a Nod or Gesture; the Other Dark, Dire, Huge and Hairy, Loping in a Lupine Gait Yet Curiously Erect, and Despite His Fearful Bulk, Glimmering, Wraith-like…



A Meta-Galactic Dialogue Between Auto-Sapiens and Lycanthrophantom, Followed By a Thrilling Action Sequence and Tragi-Comic Twist:


I, LYCANTHROPHANTOM!

AH, AUTO-SAPIENS!


Auto-Sapiens:

‘My Maker is the Corporation

You Order Your Automatons from

Can you Buy a Bios? An Ikon of the Theos?’

‘Seems Like Every Body in this No Account Spaceport

Hosts a Ghost Behind the Face, Except for Me and My Sort’

(Sighed the Cyber-Ikon from His Apparition-Aperture)


Lycanthrophantom:

‘I Howl to You from Beyond the Veil – You Pale, My Brother in Half-Humanity

I’m the Spectral Wolf-Man, You’re the Haunted Man-Bot, You Fear to See’

I, LYCANTHROPHANTOM!

AH, AUTO-SAPIENS!


Auto-Sapiens:

‘Am I Sentient? Am I Meant?

From Whence is the Spirit Sent?’


Every Laser Pistol in the Place is Drawn

Out the Holster of Every Johnny Outlaw,

Mick Mercenary and Charlie Marshal

In this Hellhole Hull

-The Many-Coloured Blasts Flame Out

And Muttering in his Circuitry, He Adds His Fire to the Fray


But in His Reverie Time Seems to Freeze

As He Falls to His Knees…


Auto-Sapiens:

‘If I Can Die, Can I Live?’

Lycanthrophantom:

‘It May Have Occurred to You That I Too

Was a Cursed Cur On a Dark Dog Star’


Auto-Sapiens:

‘What Farthest Shores are You From?

Are You Ever Going Home?’

Lycanthrophantom:

‘Anything Could Happen, Son

It Could Go On Forever…

Just Jump Off the Cliff’

(He Jumps Off…)


Real-time Action Recommences:

Shoot-out! Shoot-out! Shoot-out!

Shoot-out! Shoot-out! Shoot-out!


Do You Feel My Soul Blasting Out?

The Wires and Veins are Bursting!

Sparks and Blood are Spraying On All of Us!

The Metal Under the Skin is Glowing

And the Bone Under the Metal Showing


Are We Meeting with the Maker in All this Bloody Blur?

Are We Meeting with the Maker in All this Bloody Blur?

Are We Meeting with the Maker in All this Bloody Blur?


Auto-Sapiens’ Dying Words: ‘FIRE!’ [See Blaise Pascal’s Memorial]






6. The Detective of Nightmares and The Case of the Polter-Zeitgeist Or What Weird Shapes Creep Into the Big Sleep? - by Blaster the Rocket Man


The Blood Pooling in His Palm Held Out to You

(He Says)

'You Cannot Expect to Pay a Real Debt with the Currency of Sleep.'


Talented Talon Taps Your Shoulder,

You Look Over Just in Time to See the Great Black Beak and Surmise

It's Stabbing At Your Eyes!

Bleak Plumage and Pinions

Flapping in Your Face, Muffling Your Cries (for Murder Must Advertise)

Ontologically Haunted!

Ravenous Ravens Blocking the Playgrounds and Blacking the Skies in Disguise

Ontologically Haunted!

(But) Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Polter-Zeitgeist Behind Group Mind?

Existentially Hunted!


D-D-D-Detective of Nightmares! Detective of Dreams!

When Reality Tears, All is Not as it Seems…


When the Fall Starts to Pull You

Toward the Call of Cthulhu

You Know What You Gotta Do, You Gotta Retort!

With that Luminous Numinous Pistol Report!


(I Recoiled in the Coils of the Spirit of the Age)


When it All Starts to Lull You

Toward the Call of Cthulhu

You Can Feel it Slither Hither in You,

That Polter-Zeitgeist Over Your Shoulder,

Its Claws Sunk into Your Psyche, that Great Sucking Succubus Mothers and Smothers us

Yeah, those Infernal, Maternal Suckers on that Succubus Suck Up and Sucker Us Every Time!


(You Know What They Say: 'The Leech Has Two Daughters – Give and Give!')


Inky Idea-Incubus All Hooked On Your flesh

I Said the Inky Idea-Incubus Injected Infection Inside Us!


But the Voice of the Other, Love’s Whispered Bang in Your Blood,

Leaves Harpooned Fiends Festooned in Gore

As the Smoke Curls Up from the Blood-Strewn Floor


Detective of Dreams! Detective of Nightmares!

The Unexpected Screams, You Descend the Cellar Stairs…


Is it a Troubling Ghost or Drowned Corpse?


Though Your Eyes Never Meet, the Terrible Paraclete

Is Breathing Up Your Spine, Enfolding You

Oh, the Terrible Paraclete Slips into You through these Were-Words

That Raise the Hairs On Your Neck with Whispers of Love Proven Redly


The Blood Pooling in His palm, Held Out to You…


The End.


(With acknowledgment and all due respect to: H. P. Lovecraft, Dorothy Sayers, Raymond Chandler, Alfred Hitchcock, Gene Wolfe, China Mieville, and Dallas Willard.)