Monday, August 8, 2011

Rudimentary Peni


     A rather mysterious band, Rudimentary Peni spawned in June of 1980 in Abbots Langley, after the demise of the Magits. Nick Blinko took the guitar and vocal duties, and provided all the artwork, Jon Greville played the drums, and Grant was recruited on bass. After several rehearsals at Jon's parents' house, the band played their first gig on 1981 in a village hall near Watford, with the S-Haters(Nick was in this band for a while) and Soft Drinks(Jon drummed for this band and Drooper from the Magits sang). All of the band's early gigs were disappointments and failures for them because their audiences never liked them for being different from the other punk bands, and this made the band despise playing live, which explains why they hardly ever played gigs and never did tours. They never dressed 'punk'(they didn't care about the fashion), so people branded them as a joke, and would often boo them off stage or throw trash at them until they had no choice but to leave their gigs to avoid injury.


     Because of their unappreciative crowds, the band usually only played only one gig a month, and this would become less and less every year. Instead, they focused more in recording, and Nick had already started his own record label called Out Himalayan Records, so the band went in to Street Level Studios in London to record their first self-titled E.P during the Summer of 1981. They had a member from the band Here and Now engineer it, and he felt disturbed by Nick's singing voice. They quickly went in and recorded nearly all the songs in one take, and released it on Nick's label. The result, was a very twisted sounding E.P. unlike anything else, with very clever yet creepy lyrics, covered in Nick's disturbing artwork. Nick was inspired by 'Outsider' art which is art from mental institutions, plus his mental illnesses played a key role in his sadistic style.


     After the single, Nick met Mark Farrelly who was a guitarist for a similar sounding band that actually played several gigs with them. They both shared the same interest in macabre art and literature, but Mark's band was a lot more underground than Nick's, so his band was never really known about that much, but it is noted that it was actually Mark that got Nick started in his H.P. Lovecraft obsession. Another weird note about this band is that the only person that is political in it is Grant. Nick and Jon weren't at all, but Grant would often help out at the autonomy centre in Wapping, and he even went down to go to visit Crass with a fanzine writer to give them a copy of their E.P., and this what led to their 'anarcho punk' association and their next record. Following this, the band played their first London gig at the Red Lion on September 18th, 1981 with Flux of Pink Indians and The Subhumans, and this also really helped them start a relationship with the anarchist punk scene.


     Crass became interested in Rudimentary Peni, and invited them down to Southern Studios to record their next single. The band went in, and recorded the material for their 'Farce' single which was released on Crass Records during the July of 1982. The record boosted the bands profile, and even landed them a respectable number 7 mark on the Indie charts. However, the band didn't like how Penny interfered with the production, especially the way he altered Nick's voice. Their song writing process would usually start with Nick and Grant writing the guitar and bass parts together(lyrics where sometimes written by Grant and other times written by Nick), and then they would show their complete songs to Jon who would in turn just add in the drums as he saw fit.


     In 1983, Crass invited the band to come back and record their debut album for their Corpus Christi label. They called it 'Death Church', recorded it in two days, and released it during September of that same year. It peaked at the third top spot on the Indie charts, and also featured more of Nick's brilliant art. However, shortly after the release of Death Church, the band disappeared for a couple of years, with Grant successfully fighting lung cancer during the process.


     In 1989, Rudimentary Peni returned to released their very bizarre 'Cacophony' album on their label Outer Himalayan. It was mostly based around the work of H.P. Lovecraft, and featured several tracks that sounded completely different to their other records and and it threw everyone off. Some of the songs had really weird, fast rambles at the end and strange time signatures. It also featured more of Nick's disturbing artwork. The band did play a very small amount of gigs after it's release, but then disappeared again until the mid nineties.


     During that time, Nick also wrote his first book titled 'The Primal Screamer', which was a semi-autobiography about him, his mental illness and the bands struggle to become accepted within the 'punk' scene. It wasn't until 1995 when the band came back once again(rumors of them dying had surfaced by then, but not true) and released their third album titled 'Pope Adrian 37th Psychristiatric', but it became a disappointed and showed from all the bizarre ramblings that Nick's mental illness was starting to become worse. Even before the band had started, Nick had been suffering from Schizoaffective disorder. Regardless, the band carried on by releasing E.P.s every couple of years such as 'Echoes of Anguish' in 1997, 'The Underclass' in 2000, Grant's favorite release titled 'Archaic' in 2004, 'No More Pain' in 2008, and a single titled 'Chances' in 2009. As of today, the band members remain with their original line-up and have not split, but all the members have chosen to remain hidden from the public, shrouded in mystery, and unwilling to ever play live again.



"Media Person"


Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
Though you know you're in the red dread,
red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red.

I'm your media friend.
Transparent so close friend.

Are you green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
Though you know you're in the red dread,
red dread, red dread, red.

I'm your media friend.
Around the clock religion.

Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
Though you know you're in the red dread,
red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red

I'm your media friend.
With you to the rainbow end.
Green to feel blue.


"Him Hymn"


For fifty-four years he worked hard
on five foul factory flaws.
Boredom ranking low on his list of fears
though they say his tears they cried dry tears.

He's no teenager.
He's a real neat rager.

He's got trust encrust in lust
Though his high finance is low low low.
He may look like a heavy metal dealer,
But out on the road he's a true free wheeler.

He is an Buddhist saviour.
He is an christian aider.

He is a Buddhist saviour.
He is a christian aider.


"Blind Dogs"


The unseeing eyes of the blinded pupils.
Unseeing guidance, the lead of the blind dogs.
Token gestures from life-long investors.
Questions only for those who question.

A vicious circle of passive acceptance.
Passive acceptance of a vicious circle.

Prevention by convention of infantile dissension.
Creates a self-sufficient form of self oppression.
Numbing of awareness, a craving to be led.
The image of a hero planted in your head.

A vicious circle of passive acceptance.
Passive acceptance of a vicious circle.
Questions only for those who question
The lead of the blind dogs, dogs of war.


"B-Ward"


Discord in b-ward a cliche never bored.
Discord in b-ward siggy siggy siggy fraud?
Discord in b-ward a goal that's never scored.
Discord in b-ward excruciating smell hell!

Discord in b-ward just trust in your lord.
Discord in b-ward eaten not gnawed.
Discord in b-ward good deeds fast flawed.
Discord in b-ward occupants over-awed.


"Crazy Train"


Crazy, crazy chain we're strung up again.
Umbilical cord around the neck and pain is sane.
Crazy, crazy chain gagged & bound inane.
Crazy, crazy chain label underachieve & plain.

Black statue looms in doomsday rooms rap.
Fetish worship motivation life-span trap.

Crazy, crazy chain we're strung up again.
Umbilical cord around the neck and pain is sane.
Crazy, crazy chain gagged & bound inane.
Crazy, crazy chain label underachieve & plain.

Black statue looms in doomsday rooms rap.
Fetish worship motivation life-span trap.

Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy chain!


"The Gardener"


In the garden the roses have no thorns.
the growth is steady and quite natural, no parasites, no harm,
Immortal existence, perpetual motion, forever peace and charm.

Forever peace and charm.
Forever peace and charm. 
Forever peace and charm.


"Teenage Time Killer"


Teenage time killer.
When it gets old it can wish it was young.
Teenage time killer.
Skull of James Dean haunts the dream of the teen.
Teenage time killer.
Youth of nausea, youthanasia.

Teenage time killer.
When it gets old it can wish it was young.
Teenage time killer.
Skull of James Dean haunts the dream of the teen.
Youth of nausea, youthanasia, youth of nausea.


"Hearse"


E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.

Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.

Hobbledehoy in hearse, hearse, hearse.

E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.

Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.

Hobbledehoy in hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.

E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.
E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.

Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.
Hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.

Hobbledehoy in hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse.

E-evil eye beyond sty and sky.



"Dead Living"


I'm a zombie, the crowd buried me.
My piercing eyes they just couldn't see.
I'm a zombie a death in their life.
I'm a zombie, no peace in their strife.


"Black President"


Peanut farmer, b-movie actor.

Awakening coughs.
Desires for powers.
Prime the ministers.
Watch them go off.
You have to be hardy to rest on your laurels.
You have to be hardy, but I'm so intense.
A bun in the oven, I'd fry in the fridge.
A newspaper, crowd blind, snow blind.
Close one eye, become their king.
The walls between you and me.

Are you a snake?
I'll use a ladder!
I'll use a ladder!
I'll use a ladder!
Robotic cool can mingle with my humanoid fool.
You have to be hardy.
You have to be hardy to rest on your laurels!
To stop all changes make time redundant!
Black, black, black, black president.


"Tower of Strength"


Tower of strength takes to the sea.
Scours ocean via quay.
Same old story muscle bound and Gorey.
Brand new story death without glory.
Infinite story so new, so hoary.
Build a tower of strength and watch it weaken.
Construct high hopes as the brightest beacon.
Watch the seagulls eat the trash.
You contemptuously ditch.

Do you know a seagull?
Do you know a wreck?
Are you tired of the tide?
Are you tired of the tide?
Roll in a rock pool, come let's hide.

Do you know a raging wind?
Do you know a seagull?
Do you know a wreck?
Do you know a raging wind?
Are you tired of the tide?
Are you tired of the tide?
Roll in a rock pool, come let's hide.

Tower of strength takes to the sea, oh, oh, oh, oh.


"Play"


Rock and Roll beast is dead, but your hunger must be fed.

Come on everybody join your hands.
Come in every brain clap new bands.
Come in everybody clap your hands.
Come on every brain join new bands.

We all play the same old chords.
We all tread the same old boards.

Come on everybody join your hands.
Come in every brain clap new bands.
Come in everybody clap your hands.
Come on every brain join new bands.


"Sacrifice"


God is nothing more than an obsessive lie.
While Sunday school children are brainwashed into the line,
And presented with as truth what's really just a lie,
Another childs' self-belief is sacrificed.

In the eyes of the lord, men are his servants.
In the eyes of the lord, women are men's servants.
In the eyes of the lord, we're authority's servants.
In the eyes of the lord, everyone's a servant.

Sexual roles perversely glorified.
Beyond virgin motherhood, all status is denied.
But starvation and death's; the real testament
to the truth of the god your bible represents.


"Cosmetic Plague"


Being honest is no means of survival.
avoid your inner-feelings like the plague.
This is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accommodate.

But things aren't what they seem when they're partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind.
The barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define.

In a world of competition life's portrayed as a contest where we're forced to live by making gains at others expense,
But no-one's really gaining when perpetual conflict's the result of our relationships based on pretense.
We don't need this cultural cosmetic division 
it upholds the self-interest on which the system feeds,
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect
is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.


"Subdued Violence"


Let's find someone we can blame it all on.
Someone so stupid they can't see.
Pull out each hair one by one,
By three sick old frail worm, claustrophobia.
Suck suck suck, suck the puss holes dry.
Hate noise, hate you, acrophobia.
Punch kapow now, how bang down the door.
Mediocre idiocy, harlequin acting girl.

Dreams could be the root of a passable growth.
Treated as a child, how are children treated.
Broken arms, broken brains it's not a bit funny.
Minor dramas, minor life, closed mind.
Case history, pretension mystery
Don't mention it pathetic past.
Future forever future for never white.
Feather apprenticed weather seller.
Fight for light and you'll get dark.


"Only Human"


Hey you!
Yeah you! 

You're the only human everyone's an alien.
Save you, save you.

We're malevolent, malignant, tumours sucking on your body.
Preying on your mind never mind, never mind.
Preying on your mind never mind, never mind.

Dissecting your soul, spirit, being or whatever.
Put your brain,
we've your whole life videoed.
Your womb, sub-life, childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age.


"Bile Ball"


A stagnant pool of bile contains as much interest...
...As the bible.

and is much less harmful,
and is much more helpful,
and is much more reverend,
and is much more irreverent,


"Farce"


She is such a pretty girl,
Her shape fits well into a mould.
Her mind removed, her body's sold,
She does exactly what she's told.
And he is such a brave young man,
If his brain can't then violence can.
His mind was drained since life began
of the compassion he once had.

Why go on living in the past?
We just uphold the sexual farce.
Past is past, is past, is farce.
Why go on living in the past?

If air to breathe is hard to find
In her tight mould she doesn't mind.
She fits in well, she's one of a kind
Her processed mind upholds the lies.
And he in turn plays out the part,
We tempted him with from the start.
And she in turn plays out the part
Dictated to her by the past.

Why go on living in the past?
We just uphold the sexual farce.
Past is past, is past, is farce.
Why go on living in the past?


"Bloody Jellies"


There will be no coffins
When you and I die.
No consecrated ground.
A sin to end all sins,
and angels with scorched wings,
and if the thought of this stings.
Sorry god there's no coffins,
Just bloody jellies.
No coffins,
Just bloody jellies.

Glance at the nice town.
See the war plan it owns.
There will be mass graves,
So I want my death-grant
30 pounds in advance.
Buy now, don't leave to chance.
At least it's the final kill

No coffins,
Just bloody jellies.
No coffins,
Just bloody jellies.

This, their creation
To purify the planet.
A new beginning.
No, it's not destruction.


"Mice Race"


Dawn breaks but it isn't a new day.
Men like sheep, women like mice,
all caught in the rat race.
Take a closer look at what's going on today.
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Are you not aware of a feeling of humiliation?
Don't you have to sell yourself and keep on saying "Sir"?
Are you really satisfied that every thing's O.K.?

Conditioned from the start and controlled from all directions.
Swamped by a normality that mustn't be questioned.
Ignorance is only a form of self-deception.
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Are you really justified in having nothing to say?
Take a closer look at what's going on today.
Are you really satisfied that every thing's O.K.?
Cos perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!
Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!


"Defined by Age"


The gap between
young and old
Exists because
it's what we're told.
The older generation or the youth of today.
Views and actions 
defined by age.
Defined by age. 
Defined by age.

The complacency 
of middle age.
False dignity, 
moral outrage.
Is just the same 
as the teenage rebel pose.
Another source 
of money making. 

Exploitation.
Manipulation. 

A gap is nothing, 
an empty space.
In your mind, 
defined by age.
Fill the space.
Defined by age.
Fill the space.
Defined by age.


"Zero Again"


The end of the line where zero's the sign.
A hole in the mind, deaf, dumb and blind.
Nothing to cry not even an eye.
Zero again, the end of no end.

A vacant space lacks a familiar face.
An unknown face finds a vacant space.
The memory killed by a hole soon filled.
Zero again there remain no remains.

Death has begun and Jesus loves no-one
No-one.


"Bubble"


You have a bubble of hope you live inside, you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope.
It's your choice O.K., but I won't follow, smug in your bubble of hope.

You have a bubble of hope you live inside, you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope.
It's your choice O.K., but I won't follow, smug in your bubble of hope.

You have a bubble of hope you live inside, you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope.
It's your choice O.K., but I won't follow, smug in your bubble of hope.

Pop goes the bubble,
the rubber bubble of hope,
choke on hope.
I'll shrivel outside 
de-hydrated pride, 
seeps from a glue bag, 
society's glue bag smothers.

Pop goes the bubble, 
the rubber bubble of hope, 
choke on hope.
I'll shrivel outside 
de-hydrated pride, 
seeps from a glue bag, 
society's glue bag smothers.


"1/4 Dead"

Three quarters of the world are starving.
Three quarters of the world are starving.
The rest are Dead.
The rest are Dead.

Overdosed on insensitivity,
all varnished to crosses.
Overdosed on insensitivity,
all varnished to crosses.

Three quarters of the world are starving.
Three quarters of the world are starving.
The rest are Dead.
The rest are Dead.


"Blissful Myth"


It's Escapist shit of a feeble kind.
A fucked up institution for fucked up minds.
Holy Matrimony is a Blissful Myth.
Wholly based on tradition, wholly based on bullshit.

think you love each other, think youre so in touch,
but its the shit institution you love so much.

You love so much.
You love so much.
You love so much.
You love so much.

Is your caring so stifled, so Perverted and Sick?
That you need vowes and Duties so that it won't Slip?
You make your love secure but what of respect?
Does it only exist as another truth to forget?
So your limited caring is the best you can give.
Smeared with lies and traditions behind which you live.
Holy matrimony is a Blissful myth.
Wholly based on tradition Wholly based on bullshit. 


"Psycho Squat"


Couldn't stand Dummy and Maddy no More.
Thats why
I had to go to the 
psycho, 
psycho Squat.

Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body.
?????
The winning Spiel goes round and Round.
The mass Debate Never ends.


"Rotten to the Core"


Have you Realised that Rock Stars
always seem to lie so much?
John Lydon once said he cared,
but he never really gave a fuck.
Said he'd use the money he made
So that people would have somewhere to go,
but now he lives in the U.S.A.,
and Snorts Coke after the Show.

Why is it that Rock Stars
always seem to lie so much?
Joe Strummer once said he cared,
but he never really gave a fuck.
Said he'd use the money he made
to set up a radio station to make the
Airwaves full of something more than Shit.
Have you noticed we're still Waiting?

You must realise that Rock Stars
always seem to lie so much.
Some will always tell you that they care,
but they don't really give a fuck.
Still you suckers don't ever learn
that rock stars deal in money not truth.
It's good Buisiness to exploit you.
Just look at Lydon or Strummer for Proof.


"Poppy Cock"


Poppies are the Opium of the People.
You prefer poppies to people.
You take pride in Genocide.
There are no poppies in the U.S.A.
There are no poppies in the U.S.S.R.
Poppy monopoly in the U.K.
Poppy Monopoly O.K.
Poppies are the opium of the people.


"Cosmic Hearse"


Floating round the universe.
Fucking in our cosmic hearse.
You know time don't ever end.
Can't evade those dead zen men.
You're the meat in Big Buddhas Dinner.
One day you'll eat us all up too.
One day is now.


"The Cloud Song"


The Black Cloud gathers smothers my brain
as I cry another tear in this struggle of Pain.
Another hurdle to clear, is it all the same?
Is the conquest of pain my only aim?

The pain has got to stop, it's eating into me.
My apathy upholds this misery.
this hatred for myself will destroy me.
If I don't to give it the love it needs

Have you ever realized you must love Yourself?
If you don't, then can you love anybody else?
Nobody can reach you through your personal hell.
You'll just eat yourself away in your tortured shell.


"Vampirestate Building"


What's that festering Grotesque
Over there in a
Wheelchair, wheelchair, wheelchair, wheelchair?

??????

Stifled in a Straitjacket
Self inflicted Safety pin Wounds, wounds, wounds, wounds.

is it Punkoid? Devoid? Schizoid? Mumbling?
Mumbling. Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.

Vampire state building is crumbling, is Crumbling, is Crumbling.
Crumbling, crumbling, crumbling, crumbling.

Vampire State building is crumbling, is crumbling, is.


"Blasphemy Squad"


Blasphemy squad. 
Thriving on hate, 
in the warfare state, 
like piss in a pod.

Never forget. Never ever forgive. 
Wash your mouth out with pope.
Death love god squad. 
and the babies of christ, 
pin you all down, 
in their burial mound.

Never forget. Never ever forgive.
Wash your mouth out with pope. 
No need to feed
from Corpus Christi. 
No need to cower.
inside you's the power.

Never forget. Never ever forgive.
Wash your mouth out with pope. 
Hairy white mouse.
and the rubber arch bish, 
the crazed entourage, 
their immoral barrage, 
they censored this line with a brick through my head, 
washed my mouth out with pope. 

Blasphemy Squad.
Blasphemy Squad.
Blasphemy Squad.
Blasphemy Squad.


"When you are a Martian Church"


When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.

When the dust has settled, 
and you're born again, 
maybe as a martian church, 
maybe then you'll see.
That your reality, 
was squashed into banality.
Squashed into banality.
Squashed into banality.

When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.
When you are a martian church.


"Pig in a Blanket"


I tell you about the animals. 
How they suffer how they die.
You try to hide guilty doubt
from me with an appeasing smile.
You never want responsibility 
for this murderous cruelty, 
the wasteful piles of blood-soaked bodies. 
You won't let your conscience see. 

Ask yourself what makes you want this. 
Torn ripped flesh so desperately. 
Are you worthy of having this suffering 
brought about to fuel your greed?
Not satisfied with killing animals? 
You're killing millions of people as well, 
as the numbers increase of those dying 
in your man made 3rd world hell. 

Millions dying all the time. 
locked in your abbatoir of greed, 
whilst you destroy them and yourself 
by taking much more than you need. 
There is no justice in this death. 
No illusion i'll let you hide behind. 
The tradition you use to hide animal murder
is nothing but a thin disguise. 


"Inside"


No longer want to listen to your insane lies, 
or call for the blood of those who've died, 
or lust for the tears of another to be cried. 
No longer want to suffer this pain inside. 

No longer feel the need to crush all in sight, 
or play any part in a cruel and bitter fight
to maintain a blood stained curse of pride, 
no longer want to suffer this pain inside. 

No longer want to suffer this pain inside.
No longer want to suffer this pain inside. 
No longer want to suffer this pain inside. 
No longer want to suffer this pain inside. 


"Nothing but a Nightmare"


What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of living in your mindless life?
What's the point of dying in your mindless death?
What's the point of living in your lifeless mind?


Have you ever even had the thought of thinking, 
or is it you're just ignorant and ignorant? 
Have you ever even had the thought of thinking? 
Pathetic fool trapped inside your skull.

The pile of shit inside your brain in which you live
 is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given.
You're too scared to face yourself.
You're too scared to face yourself,
so you're too scared to please yourself.
Living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare.
Nothing but a nightmare. 
Nothing but a nightmare.    
Nothing but a nightmare. 


"Flesh Crucifix"


Carnivores are like tombstones. 
Cremating animal carcasses, 
creating animal shit coffins.
Carnivores are like tombstones. 
Carnivores are flesh tombstones. 


"Slimy Member"


Grind your bones to make their bombs. 
Nothing so slimy as a member, 
or obscene as the prime cut.
The real chaos merchant. 
Severed head of state. 

Masters of disasters. 
With jingo and jargon, 
juggling with our jugulars. 
The iron lady cried. 
The people came to see. 

The rust blow down the street,
nothing so slimy as a member,
or obscene as the prime cut. 
The real chaos merchant. 
Severed head of state. 

Masters of disasters. 
With jingo and jargon, 
juggling with our jugulars. 
The iron lady cried. 
The people came to see. 


"Love is not"


Love is not your parents lies, 
it's a myth that they create.
True expression you're denied.
In their "love" it has no place.
Love is not your parents lies.
Do they really care for you? 
Why then must they hide behind 
duty and guilt that smothers you. 
You.

Love is not your parents lies, 
strung up by hostility. 
Never doubt that they're so kind, 
it's a sordid parody. 
Love is not your parents lies. 
Blackmail keeps you in your place. 
You can struggle, you can try, 
but they won't see your real face. 

Love is not your parents lies, 
but you dare not face this fact. 
Their pretense at paradise, 
keeps you down and holds you back.
Love is not your parents lies. 
Smash the myth of unquestioned love.
It's a role they hide behind, 
dumb pretence is not enough.

Not Enough.


"Radio Schizo"


Transatlantic, titanic freak shout.
Radio Schizo. 
New empire's devouring old.
Radio Schizo. 
The one's called sane wanna self destruct.
Radio Schizo. 
Peoples caught in poison webs.
Radio Schizo. 
Chains their brains to the media mains.
Radio Schizo. 
Fabel and label, make your tower of babel.
Radio Schizo. 

Radio Schizo. 
Radio Schizo. 

Radio Schizo. 
Radio Schizo. 

Radio Schizo. 
Radio Schizo. 

Radio Schizo. 
Radio Schizo. 
Radio Schizo. 
Radio Schizo. 
Radio Schizo.
Radio Schizo. 


"Happy Farm"


As you walk out of the valium of death, 
a sad feeling limps around your brain.
Funny farmers sowing seeds of discontent.
Pumping nerve gas around unfeeling veins.
War junkies perish in the wreckage of their brains,
mind-ward earthlings seek to change our path.
Stench crawling over the snow, 
bilious bodies terrorized by fastfood sugar demons. 
Unhappy nuclear bomb-doubt families, 
meltdown in the melting tin pot boilers.
Another crutch splinters and snaps.
Time to heal the split atoms now, 
happy farm. 


"Alice Crucifies the Pedophiles"


Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.  
Smash cash, smash trash.

Not long now to the sub-teen revolution.
The winding up's gone on too long.
Babies bite back 
Babies bite back. 
The babies bite back.

Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.  
Smash cash, smash trash.

Not long now to the sub-teen revolution. 
The winding up's gone on too long.

Alice crucifies the pedophiles. 
Alice crucifies the pedophiles. 
Alice crucifies the pedophiles. 

Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.  
Smash cash, smash trash.

not long now to the sub-teen revolution.
The winding up's gone on too long.

The babies bite back, 
The babies bite back, 
Babies bite back,  

Smash cash, smash trash.
Smash cash, smash trash.  


"Army of Jesus"


Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.
Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.

Stone the crows
and fuck the pigs,
and pass the ammunition 
to Jesus.

The holy ghost in mohawk hair has crept in every fucking where.
Ten tons of the babes foreskin,
and fifty-thousand skeletons of Jesus. 
Army of Jesus. 
Army of Jesus.

Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.
Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.

Tho' the world ate all your shits, 
they're still allowed to starve. 
The Turin shroud can't cover 
up your evil-smelling cloud. 
deliver us from Jesus
forever and ever. 
Bloody men. 
Bloody men.
Bloody men.


"Dutch Men"


1902 inside a British concentration camp,
Where 20,000 Dutchmen
including children die. 
Do you feel any pity for these murdered men and women 
who died at the hand of the British Empire?

Victims they may have been,
But innocent they were not.
They were murderers just the same
with their own code of hate. 

These Dutchmen carried rifles,
went out hunting on horseback,
delighting in the slaughter
of a bigger kind of prey. 
taking part 
in the latest wave of genocide, 
they found killing Zulus much more fun than any other game. 

Victims they may have been,
But innocent they were not.
They were murderers just the same
with their own code of hate. 

These Zulu warriors felt so proud
of all the suffering they had caused.
Driven to a frenzy by the death hate of tribal wars.
Bound up by their own morals, 
bigotry, and lies and shit. 
It's just the same in Northern Ireland, Poland and Afghanistan. 
They're just fighting for the right 
to enforce their own oppression. 
Through the bigotry and blindness 
of their moral law. 


"Nightgaunts"


Hairy flesh impinges from all directions. Somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner. Giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door. Dark petalled sensitive plants scuttle over carpets. Black statuettes animate square heads firestokers. Skewer me in flame.

Paradise lost dore aint no rowboat. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt. 
Hellish barb bifid. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Impossible bat wings. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
They took my father today 1697. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
But science foils our phobias. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt. 
Noiseles faceless for faces frighten neighbours. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt,
Bloated somnambulitic shoggoths plash. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Hpl paraphrased ad nauseum. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt. 
Obscene clutch indigestion? gripe? cancer! Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.
Recurrent nightnare of death. Nightgaunts Nightgaunts.


"The Horrors in the Museum"


A muse musing in a museum. 
What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? 
Always just that bit behind glass.
Always just that bit behind glass.
Fondling the master's skull.
fondling the master's skull as a child. 
One of his coffin nails
for one hundred dollars.

A muse musing in a museum. 
What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? 
Always just that bit behind glass.
Always just that bit behind glass.
Fondling the master's skull.
fondling the master's skull as a child. 
One of his coffin nails
for one hundred dollars.

A muse musing in a museum. 
What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? 
Always just that bit behind glass.
Always just that bit behind glass.
Fondling the master's skull.
fondling the master's skull as a child. 
One of his coffin nails
for one hundred dollars.

Museum Eke out. Who determined the babyish bible's canon? Eschatological countdown Dictionary chewing last generation military messiah political king Gods! O Gawd O Montreal Dead Sea scrolls caco kyrie caco kyrie A low life milk-sop politicalking Cthulhu & Co. HPL the t-shirt, the album. Repeats in dubs the quest of Peni Alienists pretty well dispose of this love business Lovecraft's last orgasm Lovecraft lives in Del Rey books Lovecraft's rock follies Acrobatic adjectives in my own town's Georgian steeples Nonsensical nouns Chrysler Building not Vampire State Puritanical sexuality Horror quelle horreur Eldritch rainbow face She's walking up to the door Atrophy mother of Parliaments You're not such a sensitive plant Stereoscope kaleidoscope periscope pedascope telescope in order to see (Things better. More clearly even those lying far off. Instrument. Tool for Verismus. Microscope magnifier of the miniscule. Even things unseen. Machine implement for Pyagnon) Rudiments of genteel behaviour Hairy wig Yak! You have hit a nerve, Sir. Maze of my minutiae reveals nothing of me Evil eye Dead Penies from heaven deceased materialist Atrophy museum UK Censor ship of fools Relinquish batancy One Semi-unaculturated The blockhead that collected Lovecraft Industrial revolutionaries Corpus cat Story all too prophetic Sir Fred Hoyle's spores Ululator martian alligator Christology milk-sop religion build in a home for the splinters of my heart Kidlet with withering sarcasm


"Macabre Heritage"


Cave art, 
poe, 
book of Enoch, 
poe, 
caviculae of solomon, 
poe, 
phlegon, 
por, 
beowulf, 
poe, 
dante,
poe, 
mrs. shelley, 
poe, 
poe, 
huysmans, 
poe, 
de la mare, 
poe, 
machen, 
poe, 
dunsany, 
poe, 
m.r. james, 
poe.


"The Only Child"


Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. 
I'm the only fucking child there ever was. 
I'm the only fucking child. Adulthood is hell. 
Namby-pamby protracted childhood. 
The only alternative. 
Namby-pamby protracted childhood. 
Earthworks of infantility. 
The facts of life 
cleaned from 
passion-killing. 
anatomical tomes. 
You don't need pot to see Pan. 
You don't need pot to see Pan 
I'm a little girl. 
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl.
I'm a little girl. 
I'm a little girl. 
I'm a little girl. 
I'm a little girl. 
And I formed a dislike 
for killing things. 
which could not fight back, 
Childish and childlike. 
My rocking horses, 
at the head 
of the stairs. 
My rocking hearses. 
I am Providence. 
I am Providence. 
I am Providence. 
I am Providence. 
I am Providence. 
I am Providence. 
I am Providence. 
I am Providence. 
And Providence is me.


"Architectonic And Dominant"


Flame like sunset.


"New Dark Age"


Hello and welcome to inconclusive arguments in today's conference we have a psychologist, a guru, an athlete, a freak, a scientist, a dictator, an anarchist, a mass murderer, a composer, a human vegetable, and a complete outsider. let's open the discussion with you, er huh what gives? that look of revelation on the athelete's face- the complete outsider is the centre of attention- just what is the human vegetable doing to the psychologist, the freak is eating the mass murderer, o my god terrifying vistas of reality and our position therein are being opened up to us all, this is the worst thing that's happened to mankind and in the studio they've opted for a new dark age but your commentator has gone stark staring mad.


"The Lovecrafts Were Quarreling"

What! shall th' aspiring blood of lancaster sink in the ground- i thought it would have mounted! see how my sword weeps for the poor king's death. o, may such purple tears be always shed from those that wish the downfall of our house! if any spark of life be yet remaining, down, down to hell, and say i sent thee thither!


"Crazed Couplet"


That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
and with strange aeons even death may die.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
and with strange aeons even death may die.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
and with strange aeons even death may die.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
and with strange aeons even death may die.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
Death death.
and with strange aeons even death may die.
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
and with strange aeons even death may die.
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
and with strange aeons even death may die.
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
and with strange aeons even death may die.
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!
and with strange aeons even death may die.
Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!


"New England Tombstone Inscriptions"


The sweet rememberance of the just shall flourish when they sleep in dust, here lyes ye remains of, here lyes ye body of, here lyes buried, the body of, in memory of, my glass is run, memento mori, life is uncertain, in the 21st year of her age, when i die bury me here, the grave is god's dying plan, deposited beneath this stone, to the memory of death, adieu my friends, there is rest in heaven, here lies buried the body of, life is short.


"Sarcophagus"


Imprisoned with the pharaohs, 
I notice no race predominates, 
but slavery's still the norm, 
sarcophagus, 
sarcophagus, 
sarcophagus,
flesh-consumers of the great house.


"Lovecraft Baby"


Lovecraft. 
Sonia Haft. 
Lovecraft. 
Susie. 
Lovecraft. 
H. Poe.
Lovecraft. 
Winfield. 
Kill em all and bear. Lovecraft's baby Feed it reg'lar how it grows
Everyone wants to kill someone, but they don't
Everyone wants to but they don't
Too many braincells Drowning in inkwells
OK, HPL just cos I don't talk proper.
Chronic bucolic 
Lovecraft baby,
There ain't no gravy 
A rural barbarian indeed.
The sickliest bodies produce the greatest thoughts
Fourth generation teetotaler
Memory man, muscleless man.
Hear a lovecraft c-c-c-c-c-c-crying
I am a tasteless, unsophisticated yokel.
I ain't no gent- You are a yahoo 
I ain't no gent.
You are a yahoo .
I ain't no gent.
You are a yahoo .
I ain't no gent.
You are a yahoo .
I ain't no gent.
You are a yahoo .
The last of the line with the strangest decline.
Lovecraft baby.
Lovecraft baby.
Lovecraft baby.
Lovecraft baby.
Lovecraft baby.


"Buzzing Voice"


...Go out among men and find the ways thereof, that he in the gulf may know, to nyarlathotep, mighty messenger, must all things be told, and he shall put on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come down from the world of seven suns to mock...



"Dream City"


The weedy old spires like veins in marble.
The old gold domes were just ancestral homes. 

The citadels of yore with broken bronze bells 
and tottering towers.
 Shadowy staircases.
 Spiraling like ammonites. 
The sartorial shabbiness of Dunsany 
denies him a place at the occult coronation 
Tho' gold always rises 
Strata of wonders quickly pall 
The gleam of dreams is brighter than the glister of 
fossilized pageants Dream city.


"Drinking Song From "The Tomb""


Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale, And drink to the present before it shall fail; Pile each on your platters a mountain of beef, For 'tis eating and drinking that bring us relief: So fill up your glass, For life will soon pass; When you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your king or your lass! Anacreon had a red nose, so they say But what's a red nose if ye're happy and gay? Gad split me! I'd rather be red whilst I'm here, Than white as a lily -and dead half a year! So Betty my miss, Come give me a kiss; In hell there's no inkeeper's daughter like this! Young Harry, propp'd up just as straight as he's able, Will soon lose his wig and slip under the table, But fill up your goblets and pass 'em around- Better under the table than under the ground! So revel and chaff As ye thirstily quaff: Under six feet of dirt 'tis less easy to laugh! The fiend strike me blue! I'm scarce able to walk, And damn me if I can't stand upright or talk! Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair; I'll try home for a while, for my wife is not there! So lend me a hand I'm not able to stand But I'm gay whilst I linger on top of the land! 

I spiked his drink!


"C12 H22 O11"


8 spoonfulls in coffee, 
please Candy and chocolate from slavery. 
Ice cream in every variety. 
Sweet crystalline substance. 
C12 H22 O11. 
White poison. 
C12 H22 O11. 
C12 H22 O11. 
1, 2, Fuck U. 
C12 H22 O elevenah.


"Jabbering/Raucous Squawk, Harsh Cackle/Sir Algovale Was Right The Bastard Faulconbridge Speaks"


This England never did, nor ever shall lie at the proud foot of a conqueror But when it first did help to wound itself Now these her princes are come home again Come the three corners of the world in arms And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue if England to itself be true!


"Zenophobia"


We are gathered here today to pour scorn on inhumanity's weaknesses and foibles A fear of cellars, crypts, and caves Underground hollow evacuated lecture theatre Shadow strewn interior Abandoned gas house Topomaniac genophobia dispophobia gymophobia philophobia Scholophobia phenophobia panophobia Our leader fears the dark - have a nasty night! Hirsute! Lazy long nosed decadent pink skinned gigantic Englishmen Jay ay pee know nose job.


"Homage A Tod Browning"


Weird sister one of us, weird sister one of us, a loving cup, a loving cup, gooble gabble, gooble gabble, gooble gabble, gooble gabble.


"Beyond The Tanarian Hills"


I dream a new name. 
I don't care about anyone. 
The herd laughed at my writing. 
My dream writing. 
I write no more but I still dream. 
I write no more but I still dream. 
I write no more but I still dream. 
Flying zigzagging zugzwanging.
Aurora over cities of the Apocalypse. 
Death lying upon that land. 
Crazy chrysophase faces. 
Ginkgo trees shudder, 
pagodas perish, 
Expelled from London 
Through the towns of Surrey. 
Melting minarets. 
Homes growing thinner 
Beyond the Tanarian Hills.


"Twitch"


Howard Phillips Lovecraft, heaven knows, had a talent for writing which was of no means proportion: only what he did with this talent was a shame, and a caution and an eldritch horror. If he'd only gotten the hell out of his aunties' attic and obtained a job with the federal writer's project of the W.P.A., he could have turned out guidebooks that would have been classics and joys to read forever. Only he stayed up there muffled up to the tip of his long gaunt New England chin against the cold which lay more in his heart than in his thermometer, living on 19 cents worth of beans a day, rewriting (for pennies) the crappy manuscripts of writers whose complete illiteracy would have been a boon to all mankind -ah, but life is a boon- and producing ghastly, grisly, ghoulish, and horrifying works of his own as well -of maneating things which foraged in graveyards, of human/beastie crosses which grew beastlier and beastlier as they grew older, of gibbering Shoggoths and Elder beings which smelt real bad and were always trying to break through thresholds and take over; rugous, squamous, amorphous nasties abbetted by thin, gaunt New England eccentrics who dwelt in attics and who were eventually never seen or heard from again. Serve them damn well right, I say. In short, Howard was a twitch, boys and girls, and that's all there is to it.


"Imps Of The Perverse"


Tintinnabulation 
tympanum. 
tinnitus as the paraquets' song.


"The Dead Loved"


the dead loved you and the dead loved me, the dead loved you and the dead loved me, the dead loved you, the dead loved me, the dead loved you, the dead loved me, the dead loved you, the dead loved you, the dead loved you, the dead loved me.


"The Loved Dead"


They've taken lovecrafts lantern jaw off and are embalming him, his pale complexion feigns an aura more lifelike than when he lived the adoration of dead personalities safe fantasia, immortality of the unobtainable.


"Periwig Power"


Nux nomica adctriticos etc etc etc Periwig power Virgil did a bag wig but periwigs linger in court Horse hair and a dead language and dead old fools for power Perry wig free Masonic Court of arches star chamber Yes melud No melud The judge gavelled me down Periwig power


"Kappa Alpha Tau"


kappa alpha tau fraternity, felidae fetish, why did your cat run?
Artifacts of the aether, 
specks of the universe, 
noble aloof independent, 
kappa alpha tau for eternity.


"American Anglophile In The World Turned Upside Down"


The Old Ones are inside the earth and under the sea in a state 'twixt sleep and death. Cosmic races homely alienage England's ungreen, unpleasant bland we speak one tongue Unnative England's Jerusalem making Whitehouse grottoes overlook the ghettos the observer is the observed Colonial architecture She's the best man in Britain supine moaning minnie sticking with nurse for fear of worse uncanny nanny Brittannia rule the waves A right bunch of canutes every country has its Arthurian saviour Sea demons invading England Rhode Islander's aversion to seafood see Cthulhu vomit More vapid vanna white house and less successless Prince Phillip reincarnates as a miniscule microbeast pest in order to present Rapid breeding in lands other than his own queendom kingdom come What do you want the nouveau riche house of Windsor The jaded sentimentality of the uninvaded people person Urchin universities superbabies wombworkout a more perfect union English godman the most magnificent snob I ever knew A meey cur Amerigo Vespucci Christisatanic names only please Sourland of slavery bill of wrongs what kind of state are you in Persons and citizens floundering citherns Boston coffee orgy Whoever has the initiative must willy-nilly go over to the attack It's just their generation -It's always their generation Sickle star hammer stripes stripe sickle stars hammer star corpse Knighthoods lands and refinement for yesterday's bullies derision and Criticism of today's SNAFU coffee house New England Puritan decadent Prude make life an art form we have no red-coats today We require a man of Boney's or Adolph's stature Psychic skyline superior medieval city better than Baghdad Purse owner persona sold out soul doubt Anti anti don't even believe in nihilism anymore The problem of induction The only English pope American pope 123 American pope 123 Speak like a psycho think like an immigrant Cowboys fonetic fanatics and indians Marketing psychedelia marketing punk dubious psychopathology Body slanguage sexlanguage O America we are not a gun-boat for your lack of diplomacy As we were now so shall ye be Government by the people by the people fool the people Shall not perish from this earth Beyond nationalism you have sown the wind now you shall reap the whirlwind Crush the teeth in America's mouth yank rebel rebel yank Blimey limey scurvy Never was a patriot yet but was a fool An American's house is his castle Quiet down, you brats Sorry kid.


"Necronomical Secular And Spiritual"


Parchment papers in jars, corrected letters, confused corrections 'twixt lines, that lordly contempt for the obvious which hath ever been the mark of superior parts, roll up roll up, get your copy of the necronomicon here, come on ladies and gents, this book is more popular than the bible, a veritable commonplace rarity of a tome.


"Memento Mori"


die bugger, die bugger, die bugger, bugger die, die bugger die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.
 Die bugger, die.


"Lovecraftian Nomenclature"


Ziolus Archibald Mainwaring Augustus T. Swift John J. Jones Richard Raleigh Ames Dorance Rowley Edward Softly Albert Frederic-Willy Simeon Bootheroyd Charles Wombwell I am Abdul Alhazred I am the great I am.


"Better Not Born"


It seemed like a damn futile business to keep on living. No more tutors - high school next September which would probably be a devilish bore, since one couldn't be as free and easy as one had been during brief snatches at the neighbourly Slater Avenue school...Oh hell! Why not slough off consciousness altogether?...The whole life of man was a mere cosmic second -so I couldn't be missing much. The method was the only trouble. I didn't like messy exits, and dignified ones were hard to find. Really good poisons were hard to get -those in my chemical laboratory (I reestablished this institution in the basement of the new place) were crude and painful. Bullets were spattery and unreliable. Hanging was ignominious. Daggers were messy unless one could arrange to open a wrist in a bowl of warm water -and even that had its drawbacks despite good Roman precedent. Falls from a cliff were positively vulgar in view of the probable state of the remains. Well what tempted me most was the warm, shallow reed-grown Barrington River down the east shore of the bay. I used to go there on my bicycle and look speculatively at it. (That summer I was always on my bicycle wishing to be away from home as much as possible since my abode reminded me of the home I had lost). How easy it would be to wade among the bushes and lie face down in the warm water till oblivion came. There would be a certain gurgling or choking unpleasantness at first, but it would soon be over. Then, the long, peaceful night of non-existence... What I had enjoyed from the mythical start of eternity till the 20th of August 1890. More and more I looked at the river on drowsy sun-golden summer afternoons. I liked to think of the beauty of the sun and blue river and green shores and distant white steeple as enfolding me at the last -it would be as if the element of mystical cosmic beauty were dissolving me, and yet certain elements -notably scientific curiosity and a sense of world drama- held me back. Much in the universe baffled me, yet I knew I could pry the answers out of books if I lived and studied longer. Things have learned to walk that ought to crawl.


"Arkham Hearse"


arkham hearse sssssssss,
arkham hearse sssssssss, 
arkham hearse sssssssss, 
arkham hearse sssssssss, 
arkham hearse sssssssss, 

ssssssssssssssssssssssss,
ssssssssssssssssssssssss,
ssssssssssssssssssssssss,
ssssssssssssssssssssssss,

arkham hearse sssssssss, 
arkham hearse sssssssss, 
arkham hearse sssssssss, 
arkham hearse sssssssss, 

ssssssssssssssssssssssss,
ssssssssssssssssssssssss,
ssssssssssssssssssssssss,
ssssssssssssssssssssssss,

arkham hearse, ssssssssssssssssssssssss.


"Sickening For Something"


Give me that decanter, Eliot!


"The Old Man Is Not So Terribly Misanthropic"


You do not realize how much I appreciate you.
New deal now, a new deal now. New deal now, a new deal.
Ultra-tory to quasi rad.
At least it's original.
A life in reverse.
Aristocratic socialism.
The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.
The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.
The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.
The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.
The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.
The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.
The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.


"Lonely As Hades"


Aloneness. Differentiation. Alienation. Aloneness. Differentiation. Alienation. Aloneness.


"Gentlemen Prefer Blood"


Gentlemen prefer blood in this day and age, well really Cleave you foe from head to hip, from flesh plucked skull begin to sip Besemened bed of virus hell, Dad is dead, Mom's mad as well Michael Nyman met a pieman White note music twaddle twaddle twaddle diddle Play away, play away you are out of key, you're out of key 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful. 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful The pigs are fucking in the field With a hey nonny nonny and a hey nonny no yeah One five oh Jacko Vitiligo let's not get so superman Eighteenth Century Atheist thrown into old father Thames Aboriginal sinners we are the cannibals Sigismund says a smile is nothing but a cultured sneer Cultures built on slavery, art laid down by squirearchy His majesty's province of Rhode Island and Providence plantations Alienists alienate alien alienists alienate alien nations Autobiography of a nonentity management of the passions Voice fluctuating from high piping to low modulations All music comes from the scream contradiction o Titania.


"In Memoriam"


Father, maternal grandfather, mother "centre of my orbit", Henry st. clair he was my friend, two-gun bob, auntie and me.


"Sonia"


We'd all like to kiss pretty girls all day, unkissed since infancy, waste your affection on cats, i find myself singing all the while, senile old shuffler weds sonia haft green baby, you wouldn't think that he was a gentile, oh bedelia ella o, i've made up my mind to steal you my dear, never the initiator, head of the house is humbled, who is phillis, phillips, is she your mother lover, you're the flower of my heart, in the shade of the apple tree on a sunday afternoon.


"Notes On My Illness"


Cancer of the colon and rectum a very common form of cancer which can often be cured by surgical removal provided it is caught early enough. 
hmmmm... 
Carcimona of the intestines chronic nephritis.


"The Day The Universe Ceased"

March 15, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven

Bloated with gas, stomach specialist, death certificate 

1066, 
1492, 
1642, 
1776, 
1894, 
1923, 
1924, 
1925, 
1924, 
1923, 

Crash.


"The Crime Of The Century"


Yuppiecide disposing of the bodies difficulty -the evidence impossible ripe for a coffin The dolled up figurine Impossible to hide the secret from the world dirty blood Death's blood on head nationless annihilation and the Christman's religion? Suffer now for the paradise that is to come Chosen Aryan myth birthed and perished in Poland Polish pope Popeish Anti-Semite ripe for a coffin Venice stinks cos Venice invented the ghetto Africa 150,000 years ago modern-looking man Homo erectus Peking man Java man Archaic Homo sapiens Neanderthal unchanged Strong brow-ridge cave man cranium prognathism Variations of modern People in classical morphological interbreeding Bad blood Neanderthals unchanged Mummified mitochondrial DNA Organelles, cytoplasm egg conceptus sequencing Vietnam man skullhole Origins unknown out of Africa skin change psychesame fresh prejudice Collapsing cosmoses dreaming of adrenalin deathrush cosmology Early earth atmosphere ancient death atmosphere happenstance Beyond the magma smegma skywomb microfossils strimatolites on rocky Coasts antrotrophs heterotrophs consuming the products and degradation of the higher levels Slime on rocks Probing the microbes Little Lord Fauntleroy and Lord Foppington were in the bath Press darkly there's pitch and toss. Heavy swell thro' the eyes of a storm secret motions and agitations of the oceans we loll. How does your conscience smell five miles downwind of a slaver The mist rolls back a stick of bombs fall a seismograph depicts the siren's call as we cover our ears flaying of satyrs by firelight Soon, not late many moons well I know struck the horses Head the aristocratic state of the Eighteenth century had reached an advanced form decomposition enfeebled and effete inarticulateness Pilasters niches multicoloured tiles lord whore farted Discolouring the fillings in your teeth that the archeologists unearthed bleak corrective furnishing self with solemn grandeur Statuary marvelous intoxicating to the fancy sick and sad Send her to Bedlam obnoxious to strangers a loud din of voices among the multitudes the strongest emotions I have ever known It is a great vexation for me to stop me vitals playing the giddy Goat out of season perquisite lichen the age of tombs foolishfashion Yonder issue to the top 'tis a pity the design was not conducted by a better judgement.


"A Charming Chant"


To tread on a peni guitar is death, to tread on a peni drum is instant death.


"Musick In Diabola"


The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in flight supplies us with the note "F", a humble bee "C", and so on. So it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks of the Blackstone military band made exactly the right cacophony. Even now I relish the old time inanities when they're revived on the radio, for they recall the lost illusions and optimisms of their initial ululations -50 year old punks 90 year old teds dead hippies Erich Zann's viol E Major has a quality all its own harsh, fierce, and strong -A shout of joy! The bass captures the neutral grey and the extremes of white and black, whilst we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front of the funeral parlour, we are the Arkham hearse's drunken drivers. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear Bergson said that by studying the maps, pictures, guide books, and plans of Paris, it is possible to discern the weight of monuments, the height of statues, the distance between landmarks, and the like, but that any amount of such contemplative visualisation is vastly inferior to a ten minute walk along one of the great city's magnificent boulevards. I have been to Paris in company with Poe in a dream. If I were to think of a name of a band, Rudimentary Peni would be the last thing I'd come up with, and if I did I'd probably dismiss it immediately. But some people have decided to call themselves precisely that... And the Peni, as I'm sure you've all realised by now, were an ancient hill tribe hailing from what is now Shipley Yorkshire, who defeated the Roman legions at the notable battle in I think 53BC -what a name to be lumbered with. O well, it's their decision -what's in a name Ravenscroft? Rudimentary, my dear Peni. I take all the noises you made in the world, eat them -spew them regurgitate them- excrete them - bury them - shoot them off to the stars Thunderous music hemispherical cosmic temple - executor of extraordinary proficiency 'pon the forte oddest pitch gusting turbulence ye gods I've penned tri-tones. I must be away to confession And I died singing this song.


"A Return To Victorian Values"


Henry was giving his mother a good fucking.


"Shard"


Call of Cthulhu as I'm recording here in this studio,
this shard will surely reach someone.
Someone who'll know 
but all these messages have been in vain 
from the little glass bottle 
to the unfilmable. 
Such things just should not be writ,
 so please destroy this if you wish to live. 
'Tis better in ignorance to dwell than to go 
screaming into the abyss worse than hell, 
but all these messages have been in vain. 
From the little glass bottle to the call of Cthulhu.


"Black On Gold "


Lapiz lazuli Turquiose and amethyst Black on gold Viridian and jasmine Tan and black Ruby and cinnabar Dove grey -puke pink Onyx and bronze Vermillion and amber Jade and amber Black on gold 454 Angell Street Black on gold Green to feel blue Gawd those colors Opium madness Unleashed! Supreme final ecstasy.


"Gaping Yawn Of Silence"


Aaaaaaaaghh!


"Pogo Pope"


Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.  Pogo pope.

Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.

Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.

Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.

Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo. Pogo pope. Pogo. Pogo pope. Pogo.

Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo. Pogo pope. Pogo. Pogo pope. Pogo.

Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope.
Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo pope. Pogo. Pogo pope. Pogo. Pogo pope. Pogo.


"The Pope With No Name"


It's such a shame.
The pope with no name. 
She doesn't know what she's called. 
Closure confusion. 
It's so sad. 
Delusions of grandeur. 
She must be mad. 
One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.

It's such a shame.
The pope with no name. 
She doesn't know what she's called. 
Closure confusion. 
It's so sad. 
Delusions of grandeur. 
She must be mad. 
One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.

It's such a shame.
The pope with no name. 
She doesn't know what she's called. 
Closure confusion. 
It's so sad. 
Delusions of grandeur. 
She must be mad. 
One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.

It's such a shame.
The pope with no name. 
She doesn't know what she's called. 
Closure confusion. 
It's so sad. 
Delusions of grandeur. 
She must be mad. 
One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.

It's such a shame.
The pope with no name. 
She doesn't know what she's called. 
Closure confusion. 
It's so sad. 
Delusions of grandeur. 
She must be mad. 
One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.
Miter man.

It's such a shame.
The pope with no name. 
she doesn't know what she's called. 
Closure confusion. 
It's so sad. 
Delusions of grandeur. 
She must be mad. 
One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old
Miter man.

Pope Joan in the 7th century rentum tormentum virgin birth.


"Il Papus Puss"


Na,na,na. Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.

 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.

Na,na,na. Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.

 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.

Na,na,na. Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.
Nicholas the great catching clouds in his mind. Na,na,na.

Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.
 Il papus puss puss puss puss. Il papus puss puss puss puss.

Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.

Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.
Na, na,na.


"Muse Sick (Sic)"


Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic. Muse sick, sic.
Muse sick, sic.

You'll never want to hear this song again. 
Crazy Jane, I'm with you in the rain again. 
Crazy Jane, do you feel the pain again? 
A daisy chain placed so carefully in black hair. 
Crazy Jane, do you feel that I really care?
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Jane.


"Vatican't City Hearse"


Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.

Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.
Vatican't city hearse. 

All you need is death. death is all you need.


"I'm A Dream"


There is no going not in your tribe. 
No incentive to refuse your bribe. 

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.

I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.

I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.

There is no going not in your tribe. 
No incentive to refuse your bribe. 

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a dream and I'm a nightmare.

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. 
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.

I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.

I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream, and I'm a nightmare.

I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.
I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.

Lee Harvey Oswald Mosley picking poses made by Moses. Jesus please us never feed us god.


"We're Gonna Destroy Life The World Gets Higher And Higher"


We're gonna destroy life. The world gets higher and higher. Na,na,na,na,na,na,na.

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah.

We're gonna destroy life. The world gets higher and higher. Na,na,na,na,na,na, yeah!

It was a crime before Nick was born.


"Pills, Popes And Potions"


The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. 
Modecate meander haloperidol hop. 
Lithium leap largactyl lunge.
Clozaril clomp. 
Carbumazapine kick. 
Procycladine pep up wo a wow. 

The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. 
Modecate meander haloperidol hop. 
Lithium leap largactyl lunge.
Clozaril clomp. 
Carbumazapine kick. 
Procycladine pep up wo a wow. 

The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. 
Modecate meander haloperidol hop. 
Lithium leap largactyl lunge.
Clozaril clomp. 
Carbumazapine kick. 
Procycladine pep up wo a wow. 

The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. 
Modecate meander haloperidol hop. 
Lithium leap largactyl lunge.
Clozaril clomp. 
Carbumazapine kick. 
Procycladine pep up wo a wow. 

The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. 
Modecate meander haloperidol hop. 
Lithium leap largactyl lunge.
Clozaril clomp. 
Carbumazapine kick. 
Procycladine pep up wo a wow. 

The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. 
Modecate meander haloperidol hop. 
Lithium leap largactyl lunge.
Clozaril clomp. 
Carbumazapine kick. 
Procycladine pep up wo a wow. 

Heavy Metal.


"Ireland Sun"


Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry.
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry.
Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 

Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 
Ireland sun given Henry. 

In an imaginary menagerie. 
In an imaginary menagerie.


"Regicide Chaz III"


Regicide Chaz III.
Regicide Chaz III.

Regicide Chaz III.
Regicide Chaz III.

Regicide Chaz III.
Regicide Chaz III.

Regicide Chaz III.
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Regicide Chaz III.
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Regicide Chaz III.
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Regicide Chaz III.
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Regicide Chaz III.
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Regicide Chaz III.
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Regicide Chaz III.
Regicide Chaz III.

Regicide Chaz III.
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Failure echolalia. 
haerie faerie. 
The mood was waiting for me. 
The mood was melancholy!


"Iron Lung"


Scatologically i'm thinking of changing my mind.


"The Flame Of Insanity"


What is this that burns
through every cell, 
and every fibre of being? 

Divine decay.
pure and infernal.
Divine decay.
The flame of insanity.

What is this that burns
through every cell, 
and every fibre of being? 

Divine decay.
pure and infernal.
Divine decay.
The flame of insanity.


"In Memory Of Pain"


Ruthless blade of trespass, 
upon soft flesh of mind.
In absence still remembered. 
You will return in time.

Ruthless blade of trespass, 
upon soft flesh of mind.
In absence still remembered. 
You will return in time.


"Dissolution"


It matters not that I did seek,
to conquer fear and vanquish pain, 
for victory belongs to grief, 
so into tears dissolve in vain.

Into tears dissolve in vain.
Into tears dissolve in vain.
Into tears dissolve in vain.
Into tears dissolve in vain.

It matters not that I did seek,
to conquer fear and vanquish pain, 
for victory belongs to grief, 
so into tears dissolve in vain.

Into tears dissolve in vain.
Into tears dissolve in vain.
Into tears dissolve in vain.
Into tears dissolve in vain.


"Only Death"


There is only death. 
No god, no love, no joy.
There is only death., 
and the fear of it.


"Womb So Scorned"


Bereaved of that for which i live.
You have chastised me. 
Womb so scorned, 
with hollow rage.
You have chastised me.
You have chastised me.

Bereaved of that for which i live.
You have chastised me. 

Womb so scorned, 

with hollow rage.

Womb so scorned, 

with hollow rage.

You have chastised me.
You have chastised me.


"Time Passing"


Time passing, 
unseen, 
heavy with mortality, 
with memory 
and sentiment, 
and fearful regret, 
bitter seed of futile fertility.

Time passing, 
unseen, 
heavy with mortality, 
with memory 
and sentiment, 
and fearful regret, 
bitter seed of futile fertility.


"Echo"



Language of agony, 
torment in sound. 
Weeping of ancestors 
formed into words. 
The echo of anguish, 
primeval sorrow.


"Voice"


Should I speak or silence keep. 
Your verdict is unswayed. 
Communicate we never will, 
so hatred has its way.

Should I speak or silence keep. 
Your verdict is unswayed. 
Communicate we never will, 
so hatred has its way.

So hatred has its way.
So hatred has its way.
So hatred has its way.
So hatred has its way.


"Stone"


Fashioned from stone, 
our blood is cold, 
as the lifeless rock
through which inertia flows.

Fashioned from stone, 
our blood is cold, 
as the lifeless rock
through which inertia flows.

Fashioned from stone, 
our blood is cold, 
as the lifeless rock
through which inertia flows.


"Trial By Separation"


When we first met, 
I was alone, 
and so were you,
and so are you.
When we first touched, 
I was alone, 
and so were you,
and so are you.
When we first fucked, 
I was alone, 
and so were you,
and so are you.
you have deserted me. 
I am alone, 
and so are you,
and so are you.
you have deserted me. 
I am alone, 
and so are you,
and so are you.


"From The Heart"


To your consent, 
to life or death, 
to life or death,
I will not yield, 
and though you wound me, 
and though I bleed, 
to your heart's desire, 
I will not yield.

To your consent, 
to life or death, 
to life or death,
I will not yield, 
and though you wound me, 
and though I bleed, 
to your heart's desire, 
I will not yield.

And though you wound me, 
and though I bleed, 
to your heart's desire, 
I will not yield.

To your consent, 
to life or death, 
to life or death,
I will not yield, 

And though you wound me, 
and though I bleed, 
to your heart's desire, 
I will not yield.


"Your Secret Life"


I know all about your secret life, 
your feminine mystique, 
your falsity. 
Your innocent promiscuity, 
and your hypocritical cruelty 
hold no mystery for me.


"Captive of Atrophy"


A collection of empty cells.
A collection of empty cells.

You are the 
crumbling walls 
of our prison.

A collection of empty cells.
A collection of empty cells.

You are the 
crumbling walls 
of our prison.


"No Other Truth"


No other truth

No other truth but power alone.

How I see you.

No other truth but power alone.

How you see me.
No other truth but power alone.
No other truth.
No other truth but power alone.
No other truth.
No other truth but power alone.
No other truth.


"Essence"


Being within
Is a lie.

Being within
Is a lie.

Our essence no more
Than a ghost of superstition.

Being within
Is a lie.

Being within
Is a lie.

Our essence no more
Than a ghost of superstition.


"Bequest"


Aaaaaaaaah.

My father,
you have promised me
an inheritance of death.
Your legacy.
This tragedy.
An undesirable bequest.

Aaaaaaaaah.

My child,
I have promised you
An inheritance of death.
Your legacy.
This tragedy.
An undesirable bequest.

Aaaaaaaaah.


"The Underclass"


Repression.
Rejection.
Oppression.
Exclusion.


"Choice of Evils"


There is no right or wrong.
There is no right or wrong.
So help the weak,
and fight the strong.
There is no right or wrong.
There is no right or wrong,
but the brute force of history.

There is no right or wrong.
There is no right or wrong.
So help the weak,
and fight the strong.
There is no right or wrong.
There is no right or wrong,
but the brute force of history.

There is no right or wrong.


"The Internal Censor"


I am not in pain,
and I do not fear death.
Yet, these words I read,
and strike out nonetheless.

I am not in pain,
and I do not fear death.
Yet, these words I read,
and strike out nonetheless.


"The Ocean of Misery"


All my tears
are but one drop
in an ocean
of misery.

All your tears
are but one drop
in an ocean
of misery.

All our tears
are but one drop
in an ocean
of misery.


"One and All"


We are all
so full of death.
We are all 
so full of lies.
We are all 
so empty.
One and all 
so empty.

We are all
so full of death.
We are all 
so full of lies.
We are all 
so empty.
One and all 
so empty.

One and all
so empty.


"Suffer"


Through decades of decay,
despair and dismay,

Through decades of decay,
we suffer and suffer.
We suffer and suffer.

Through decades of decay,
despair and dismay,
through decades of decay,
we suffer and suffer.
We suffer and suffer.


"In Crematorium Flame"


Conception is a crime.
The guilt and sentence lie.
In crematorium flame.

Conception is a crime.
The guilt and sentence lie.
In crematorium flame.

Conception is a crime.
The guilt and sentence lie.
In crematorium flame.
Conception is a crime.
The guilt and sentence lie.
In crematorium flame.

In crematorium flame.


"Lost"


Lost, I am tortured 
by these days.
Lost, I am murdered 
by the seasons.

Lost, I am tortured 
by these days.
Lost, I am murdered 
by the seasons.


"The Rain"


The rain 
runs down 
their carved names.

The rain 
runs down 
their carved names.

The rain 
runs down 
their carved names.

The rain 
runs down 
Your carved names.


"Mercy of Slumber"


From this nightmare,
someday I'll wake,
to sleep forever.
To sleep forever.

From this nightmare,
someday I'll wake,
to sleep forever.
To sleep forever.

From this nightmare,
someday I'll wake,
to sleep forever.
To sleep forever.
To sleep forever.
To sleep forever.


"The Curse"


You hate me,
and frustrate me,
isolate me
and castrate me.

To the day I die,
I curse you and all your kind.
To the day I die,
I curse you and all your kind.


You hate me,
and frustrate me,
isolate me
and castrate me.

To the day I die,
I curse you and all your kind.
To the day I die,
I curse you and all your kind.


"The Enlightened Dreamer"


Most will fail
and all will die,
so none shall live
to tell the tale.

Most will fail
and all will die,
so none shall live
to tell the tale.


"X N.H.S."


The N.H.S. is closing down.
Dr. Benardos coming to town.
Fight the hand that bleeds.
Fight the hand that bleeds.

The N.H.S. is closing down.
Dr. Benardos coming to town.
Fight the hand that bleeds.
Fight the hand that bleeds.
Fight the hand that bleeds.
Fight the hand that bleeds.


"Farewell Tomorrow"


Farewell tomorrow,
ever was it so.
Absence of flowers,
choked by weeds.

Farewell tomorrow,
ever was it so.

Farewell tomorrow,
ever was it so.
Absence of flowers,
choked by weeds.

Farewell tomorrow,
ever was it so.


"House from the Void"


From the void,
the womb is formed.
The void in human form.

From the void
the void is formed
The void in human form.
The void in human form.
The void in human form.
The void in human form.


"Rehearsal of Mortality"


In this rehearsal
For mortality,
I learn acceptance
And can no longer return.

With such tenacity
to cling,
to all that is me,
to all that is me.



Soon to come downloads:

Rudimentary Peni 1981 Outer Himalayan
Live at St. James Church, Kings Cross, London 16/01/82
Live at the London Musicians Collective, Camden, London 20/05/82
Live at the Ludwick Hall, Welwyn Garden City 28/05/82
Farce 1982 Crass Records
Line in Nottingham, Yorker Club 01/08/82
Death Church 1982 Corpus Christi
Cacophony 1989 Outer Himalayan
(I wont be uploading their newer stuff. Their newest CD is called 'The Chances')

4 comments:

  1. great and in depth info. thanks for putting this together.

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  2. I did a post on rudimentary peni on my blog "under the surface" I don't have all the live tapes etc that you list here however I have everything they released uploaded at my blog including The Magits (pre Rudi Peni) EP if you want to use my links (they are permanent Mediafire links I have a paid premium account there) please feel free to use them the full post is here (Almost all of them are ripped from my own CD's at 320kbps)

    http://utsurface.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/rudimentary-peni.html

    Thanks for the great blog I am really enjoying getting some recordings from bands that I had only heard one or two songs from on all those Crass and Mortarhate compilations back in the 80's absolutely amazing research and writing I tip my hat to you sir!

    Cheers,

    Dave B.

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  3. I did a post on rudimentary peni on my blog "under the surface" I don't have all the live tapes etc that you list here however I have everything they released uploaded at my blog including The Magits (pre Rudi Peni) EP if you want to use my links (they are permanent Mediafire links I have a paid premium account there) please feel free to use them the full post is here (Almost all of them are ripped from my own CD's at 320kbps)

    http://utsurface.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/rudimentary-peni.html

    Thanks for the great blog I am really enjoying getting some recordings from bands that I had only heard one or two songs from on all those Crass and Mortarhate compilations back in the 80's absolutely amazing research and writing I tip my hat to you sir!

    Cheers,

    Dave B.

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