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...'