! M@ro@mD !

August 14, 2005

In Stereo

When I listen to my stereo,

All I hear is a funky flow

It really makes me loose control

Bomfunk MC's in stereo, in stereo, in stereo

But how right?

Cannot hide it, can't deny it

It's so obvious you hope to hide it

Like a pilot you get a mic

Boombox blasting like a siren

Raw, you're a mighty lion

Raw, when pumping the iron

Raw, one million strong

Raw, turn it up, come on!

But how right?

Star supremo, with the ill flow

Got you yearning, turning reckless

You don't understand but you still wanna check this

One to two, to two to one techniques

Bustin' the funk

Freakin' the funk

Eatin' the funk

Makin' it funk

Loving the funk

Fallin' to funk

Yeeah, so what's up punk?

But how right?

August 14, 2005

1, 2, 3, 4

(feat. J.A.K. from the Cool Sheiks)

Mr. Bu Bu back, back in the place

So hook up with the groove, the phat, phat bass

Rougher than rough on the richter scale

Bop-bop-bop place a map in hell

High way, our way, hip-hop hooray

Say what, what, what, what the (uh) you say

Old school, so you know I don't play

Knock em out the box just like Sugar Ray

You don't like it, so what, I don't care

I wanna battle but it's not a fair play

I've got a million styles, baby, baby

Schizophrenic, no, definately, maybe

You got static, the company tells me

Automatic is the key behind the game see

But even if they didn't know

I'd still be the sure shot master of the ceremony

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

Flow, flow, flowing once again

Mr. funky rhyme throwing down so good, it's bad

Like a, like a, like a lake with a deck

So now you gots to get with an audio no new chapter

You trapped to the track, you want more

Oh ######, I got you knocking on my door

Beam me up, beam me up, beam me up Scottie

Or I might get naughty and funk that body

Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie

Groupies, they're down with everybody

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

I'm like mad scientist on new territories

So never explored there, yeah, just heard stories

Homies surround the rough lyrical terrorist

The B to the O to the W is

Watching for your bass so I pass the test

In any old bad ###### MC contest

This is the only scratch so you know we come fresh

*Scratching*

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

August 14, 2005

Fashion Styley

(feat. Mr. B from Bu Bu Man)

Well what you know about the people that originally seasonally replaced us

Bomfunk can mash it up, and Mr. B coming up live and direct

Leave mercy, ay, uh

[Mr. B]

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

Ragga, ragga tips, I'm a dot in a little line

I come, when a wigga, wigga leaves

Bomfunk MC coming in the house

What ya make you with the rhythm with the fashion styley

[Mr. B]

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

Ragga, ragga tips, I'm a dot in a little line

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

Ragga, ragga tips, I'm a dot in a little line

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

Ragga, ragga tips, I'm a dot in a little line

I come, when a wigga, wigga leaves

Bomfunk MC coming in the house

[Mr. B]

Come da-da, da super Bu Bu mix, come again

Come da-da, da me kiss up the junk, come again

Come da-da, da ? music come again, come again, come again

Come da-da, da super Bu Bu mix, coem again

Come da-da, da me kiss up the junk, come again

Come da-da, with Bomfunk MC's, come again

Come da-da, what am I, what am I, what am I, hey

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

I'm a do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu

Girlies lose their minds, they go ooh ooh

We won't be too shy, like catch a coo-coo

We're going to stand like Desmond Tutu

I came in too tight in a voodoo

When we rock the mic you wish you could too

We blow the roof off to Timbuktu

Some ###### call us dogs, we go boo

I'm a do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu

Girlies lose their minds, they go ooh ooh

We won't be too shy, like catch a coo-coo

We're going to stand like Desmond Tutu

I came in too tight in a voodoo

When we rock the mic you wish you could too

We blow the roof off to Timbuktu

Some ###### call us dogs, we go boo

I'm a do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu

Girlies lose their minds, they go ooh ooh

We won't be too shy, like catch a coo-coo (ey)

We're going to stand like Desmond Tutu

I came in too tight in a voodoo

When we rock the mic you wish you could too

We blow the roof off to Timbuktu

Some ###### call us dogs, we go I

[Mr. B]

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

Ragga, ragga tips, I'm a dot in a little line (uh)

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

Ragga, ragga tips, I'm a dot in a little line (uh)

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

Ragga, ragga tips, I'm a dot in a little line

I come, when a wigga, wigga leaves

Bomfunk MC coming in the house

[Mr. B]

Come da-da, da super Bu Bu mix, come again

Come da-da, da me kiss up the junk, come again

Come da-da, da ? music come again, come again, come again

Come da-da, da super Bu Bu mix, coem again

Come da-da, da me kiss up the junk, come again

Come da-da, with Bomfunk MC's, come again

Come da-da, what am I, what am I, what am I, hey

Thank you with the rhythm with a fashion styley

I'm a do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu

Girlies lose their minds, they go ooh ooh

We won't be too shy, like catch a coo-coo

We're going to stand like Desmond Tutu

I came in too tight in a voodoo

When we rock the mic you wish you could too

We blow the roof off to Timbuktu

Some ###### call us dogs, we go boo

I'm a do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu

Girlies lose their minds, they go ooh ooh

We won't be too shy, like catch a coo-coo

We're going to stand like Desmond Tutu

I came in too tight in a voodoo

When we rock the mic you wish you could too

We blow the roof off to Timbuktu

Some ###### call us dogs, we go boo

August 14, 2005

Sky's The Limit

(feat. Kartsy)

Sky's the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressing on

(keep on pressing on)

Radical ones, jump over the eye

To tell me bout my roots and talking you behind

They wanna come and test us, each and every time

But you stand on the edge, it's my favorite waste of time

Create something new, hypocrites must step back

Cause when we come together it's atomic attack

So let it be known for each and everyone

Sky's the limit and we've only just begun

Sky's the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressing on

(keep on pressing on)

Sky's the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressing on

(keep on pressing on)

From all of the chances in a world

You gave me this one, which is the most yearn

I appreciate the trust but weren't you concerned

That when we get together we might get burned

I know we storm the stage and you rock the spot

But some might say this is not rock

So what you got in store for the radical ones

Explain yourself, Mr. Bomfunk

Sky's the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressing on

(keep on pressing on)

Sky's the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressing on

To create something new, hypocrites must step back

Cause when we come together it's atomic attack

So let it be known, for each and everyone

Sky's the limit and we've only just begun

Sky's the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressing on

(keep on pressing on)

Sky's the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressing on

(keep on pressing on)

August 14, 2005

Rocking, Just To Make Ya Move

Rocking just to make you move

That's how it goes symbiose, for those who are down

Nuff respect to the pioneers who brought us the sound

We still keep rocking on and on to the break of day

Stay feeling good like you know you should, let me hear you say

We came to rock the party, so come on everybody

Pull up to the bumper baby

Groove with the bumps that make you crazy

This is how we do the do, rocking just to make you move

So pull up to the bumper baby

Groove with the bumps that make you crazy

Fanatic, we're mad it, cause to have it, that B-Boy style

Tremendous, eventious, you'll see us, on a mission worldwide

Fanatic, we're mad it, cause to have it, that B-Boy style

Tremendous, eventious, you'll see us, on a mission worldwide

Rocking just to make you move

Rocking, rocking, rocking, rocking

Crowd of people jamming the jam, ready to get the loose

Sound selector behidn the set, hit the turbo boost

We want the action, satisfaction, reach to the max

With funky breaks, boogie own grooves, dudes with Kangol hats

We came to rock the party, so come on everybody

Pull up to the bumper baby

Groove with the bumps that make you crazy

This is how we do the do, rocking just to make you move

So pull up to the bumper baby

Groove with the bumps that make you crazy

Fanatic, we're mad it, cause to have it, that B-Boy style

Tremendous, eventious, you'll see us, on a mission worldwide

Fanatic, we're mad it, cause to have it, that B-Boy style

Tremendous, eventious, you'll see us, on a mission worldwide

Make you move, make you move

Rocking, rocking, rocking, rocking

Rocking just to make you move

Make you move, make you move

August 14, 2005

Freestyler

Freestyler...rock the microphone

Straight from the top of my dome

Carry on with the freestyler

I gotz to hmmm, to throw on

And go on, you know i gotz to flow on

Selectors on ya radio play us

'Cause we're friendly for ozone

But that's not all so hold on

Tight, as I rock the mic right

Oh.. excuse me, pardon

As I syncronize with the analyzed

Upcomin' vibes the session,

Let there be a lession, question

You carry protection

Or will your heart go on

Like Celine Dion - Karma Chameleon

Yeaah, straight from the top of my dome

As I rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the microphone

Hit me!

Styles, steelos, we bring many kilos

So you could pick yours, from the various

Ambitious, nutrious, delicious, delirious

Or vicious, just tell us

We deliver anything from accappellas

To best sellers, suckers get jealous

But their soft like marshmellows

you know they can't handle us

like debbie does dallas

Yeah, we come scandalous so who tha ######

Is alice, is she from buckinham palace?

Yeaah, straight from the top of my dome

As I rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the microphone

Hit me!

August 14, 2005

B-Boys Flygirls

B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.

Aah yeah, like you just don't care.

Old skool sounds, come down blastin'

all the homies in the house, you know they be maxin'

Coolin' out with style-like back in the days

Representin' the skills, puttin' suckers in their place

Funky fresh-with the most finest

DJ cuttin' records, so u could impress

All the flygirls, yeah-the sexy ladies

See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later

B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.

Aah yeah, like you just don't care.

Two turntables and a microphone

That's all we need to rock on the show

Bam, bam, bam-are you ready for yes-yes-yal('in)

Get your funky ###### up-this is tha last calling

Funky fresh-with the most finest

DJ cuttin' records, so u could impress

All the flygirls, yeah-the sexy ladies

See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later

B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.

Aah yeah, like you just don't care.

August 14, 2005

Other Emcees

This is DJ security reaching out for Bomfunk MC's

DJ Gismo and B-O-W

They've been spotted at F-K, I repeat

Surround the area, code ten five, code ten five

Surround the area now

Other MC's can't swing with us

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

We shake you off like electric shock

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along

Keeping it real, never coming out cheap

Lock the door down just like Kool Keith

God mad bull, got the highest feat

But the media bowl it's just we can swing

Rock with the honeys and roll with the creeps

Only sucker punks get treated like leech

Down with the Bomfunk you have to guarantee

That we rock the crowd so viciously

Other MC's can't swing with us

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

We shake you off like electric shock

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along

Other MC's can't swing with us

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

We shake you off like electric shock

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along

Gis is the Wiz behind the dopest beats

Chuckin' while I'm rockin' to all you party peeps

Up flying all the time but breaks that we need

So once again have you been booming in your jeeps

Balling, calling for all your freaky freaks

Like it or not, this is how we proceed

Roll the rizla, got some left over leaves

Light it up, huff and puff and just ease

Take a ride and watch the honeys

Ain't it good, melicious therapy

Got what it takes, yeah, I got the necessary

Ingredients to track the house, very

Unique with the style, skills and technique

Not just momentarily but week after week

Down with the Bomfunk you have to guarantee

That we rock the crowd so viciously

Other MC's can't swing with us

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

We shake you off like electric shock

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along

Other MC's can't swing with us

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

We shake you off like electric shock

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along

Rock the crowd (rock, rock, rock)

Rock the crowd (rock, rock, r-rock)

Rock the crowd so viciously

I'm the sure shot master of the ceremony

Yeah we rock the crowd (rock, rock, rock)

Rock the crowd (rock, rock, r-rock)

Rock the crowd so viciously

I'm the sure shot master of the ceremony

Other MC's can't swing with us

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

We shake you off like electric shock

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along

Other MC's can't swing with us

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

We shake you off like electric shock

Cause we are the groove that's rocking non-stop

And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along

August 14, 2005

Uprocking Beats

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

On top of it all, the boldest freeze

Now come on party people, let me hear you scream

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety ninety nine and

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

Classic cuts, that rock's ah with the super bad

X-trialado, say what, ah with the human beat box

Classic cuts, that rock's ah with the super bad

X-trialado, say what, ah with the human beat box

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

On top of it all, the boldest freeze

Now come on party people, let me hear you scream

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety ninety nine and

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety nine and

Uprockin' floor droppin', spinnin' and glidin'

Windmill combinding', ninety ninety ninety nine

On top of it all, the boldest freeze

Now come on party people, let me hear you scream

August 14, 2005

Pump It Up

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up …(repeat many times)

It's not so long ago,

That the sound hit the Nation.

Every Saturday night,

On your favourite Radio.

And the Party's jumpin', Yeah

And the vibe feels so strong.

Throw your hands in the air,

Lift your head up high,

You know you got to sing along.

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

It's not so long ago,

That the sound hit the Nation.

Every Saturday night,

On your favourite Radio.

And the Party's jumpin', Yeah

And the vibe feels so strong.

Throw your hands in the air,

Lift your head up high,

You know you got to sing along.

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up…

Got the feeling,

What’s the name of the jam

Say I can feel it,

You know you can

I’ve got my groove on

and I’m ready to go

Check out my right girl,

But don’t touch my radio

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up…

And make me feel good

feel so good

And make me feel good

feel so good

and what's the name of the jam

Say I can feel it,

You know you can

I’ve got my groove on

and I’m ready to go

Check out my right girl,

But don’t touch my radio

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up,

Don't you know, pump it up,

You got to pump it up…

August 14, 2005

Something Going On

VERSE 1

Speed of light - ooh

Running right - aah

the way we strike

surprise, surprise

the glorious knigths

shining so bright

ooh - we all came for

to see the true battle

the rumble and the rattle

the challenge that will

drop you off the saddle

now, hold on tight

here we go - can you handle

CHORUS

I know there's something going on

heeyey heeyey naah naah ooouh ooh

I know there's something going on

there is something going on

I know it won't be long

it won't be long before you're gone

there's something going on

VERSE 2

fire in dem - soul

make you go - go

every last man on the

defence know

stakes are high

oh my - oh my

everybody is watching

u be under eagle-eye

closer than - ooh

we want more

where there's a will

there's a way, ride on

c'mon c'mon, keep, keep it on

pump that pressure

we are about to take it home

CHORUS (SAME AS ABOVE)

VERSE 3

Give me what you got

the going gets tough

we gotta rock - we gotta rock

and we ain't gonna stop, till we get enough

so pump it, pump it - trip on this

make it look so easy like a flick of a wrist

you might be bad but you don't have this

here we come - pam - pam

yes, it's the champion

on the run - number one

now, this is how it's done

uuuap - uuuap

you'll be on for a ride

uuuap - uuuap

it's the cup of life

ooooh - ooooh

no more mr.nice

ooooh - ooooh

we gonna battle to survive

our minds are set

see the effect

we come correct

and we are your best bet

just check the way we wreck

we gonna rock - yep

cos' ain't no shortcut for real respect

CHORUS (SAME AS ABOVE)

August 14, 2005

Live Your Life

Life can kill you, it´s written on ya

but who is writin´ - strucked by lightning

pop - you gone changed, who planned it

what planet? I taught I had it, ###### it

amazing craze lost in a speedchase

my mind is a blur, foxy ladies fake like the fur

words occur, reporters need more germs for terms

to sell well and excellence is just an expense

for what it´s worth, it makes no sense

living a lie under magnifying lens

it gets intense, so you promise yourself

not to hate it but fade it - cos´ it really could be devastated

re-evaluated, it´s a game and you play it

you can say what you will but it always will be speculated

turned around so the truths not found

instead of your story - it´s a new compound

you got to live your life

you got to learn to live

you got to live your life

you got to learn to give

that is how the story goes

spill your guts out, heard you talking bout

the way we changed cos´ we got some money now

burning bridges, f**kin' ######

so much snii.. that my nose is uplifted

rumours going around talk of the whole town

strange peeps comin' up - you better slowdown

it gets weird, so watch yourself

evil lurks with in, it might take your health

I've seen men twice as tough come and go

no hard shoulder, just the elbow

the mental state of slave,

camouflaged in a gansta teenage behave

hold it, wait - no need to go that route, doubt

what you on about, singing blues on a crossroads

get it together, it's all in your mind

live the life and you will find

August 14, 2005

Put Ya Hands Up

Put your hands up (x4)

I feel the speed comin'

I'm quite spectacular

Suckers get scared like my name was Dracula

Think you want to win ??

and women smiling

?? and tell you

?? from Radio Mafia

Nuff respect to ??

??

It's about the time you can live without your mama, go!

Put your hands up (x4)

August 14, 2005

Back To Back

Ok

z-mc

bomfunk mc's

back to back

Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

we go

Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

its like 1 2

its life

now whatcha gonna do

old school

new school

and the drop outs too

1 with the 2

whatcha gonna say

rolling with two MCs and One DJ

massive and crew in the front and the back

rolling to the sounds and we love it like that

riding to to the rythm

we got the flavour

the bass is so loud

disturb your neighbor

Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

we go

Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

the hilla roller coaster we be turning and twisting

with the styles we remixing

cause the maximum kicking..bo!

we appraoch with the most

yes very distinguished

flick of the wrist

for the ones who check this

feel neglected

cool calm and collected

whats the afro funky record

that we rockin and rumbling

fry like dumpling

let me give a little something

riding to the rythm we got the flava

the bass is so loud disturb your neighbor

rolling for the crews and the raver

x amount of of style

x amount of flavour

like ride widda bidda bidda beat

roll widda the beat

inside now ride now

riddim and ride the ride the ride the ride

bidda bouce some bidda bass dont stop

riddim and roll now riddim and rock it

shock it take off like a rocket

yea

selectah!

its like..

Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

we go

Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

Old school new school drop outs too

whatcha gonna say and whatcha gonna do

rollin to the the rhythm and we just pass through

its like

Old school new school drop outs too

massive and crew in the front and the back

rolling to the soundz and we love it like that

riding to the rythm we got the flavour

the bass is so loud disturb your neighbor

bass is so loud disturb your neighbor

x amount of style x amont of flavour

Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

we go Back to Back

say we love it like that

z-mc

B. O . DUB

on the Phat Track

innovating styles

breaking formats

ahead by the miles

so watcha say black

August 14, 2005

Super Electric

Chorus: Super electric, super electric sounds

super electric, from the underground

(super electric sounds blasting to your ears)

Verse 1

As we break it down to the nitty griddy groove

The bits and the pieces, the electric boogaloo

Yes we be rockin`- saluting the old skool

It never went away just check out my moves

Chorus

Verse 2

We grew upon the sounds our ghettoblaster was huge

We bombed the underground all city and the rrroofs

With the baddest mixtapes - you earned the ultimate cool

Bam, D.st, Mantronix, Crash Crew

Chorus

Verse 3

All those Classic breaks are still used today

Dj spin the wheel - cold rock the partey

Hype it up and Vibe it up, stop, hold it, play

Calling all the boogiefreaks to come right this way

Chorus

August 14, 2005

Nymphetamine (Fix) ( ThE bEsT )

Lead to the river

Midsummer, I waved

A ‘V’ of black swans

On with hope to the grave

All through Red September

With skies fire-paved

I begged you appear

Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul

Untold was the pain

I faced when you left me

A rose in the rain

So I swore to the razor

That never, enchained

Would your dark nails of faith

Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb

I am a prayer for your loneliness

And would you ever soon

Come above unto me?

For once upon a time

From the binds of your lowliness

I could always find

The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision

In my heart, that barless prison

Discolours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter

Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition

This ######, a vampyric addiction

To her alone in full submission

None better

Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

Nymphetamine girl

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm

I am circled like prey

Back in the forest

Where whispers persuade

More sugar trails

More white lady laid

Than pillars of salt

(Keeping Sodom at night at bay)

Fold to my arms

Hold their mesmeric sway

And dance to the moon

As we did in those golden days

Christening stars

I remember the way

We were needle and spoon

Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb

I am a prayer for your loneliness

And would you ever soon

Come above unto me?

For once upon a time

From the binds of your lowliness

I could always find

The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision

In my heart, that barless prison

Discolours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter

Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition

This ######, a vampyric addiction

To her alone in full submission

None better

Nymphetamine

Sunsetter

Nymphetamine

None better

Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

Nymphetamine girl

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

My nymphetamine girl

August 14, 2005

Mother Of Abominations

Mother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Grips the cosmic wheel

A lover of acceleration

No mercy or brakes applied

I see dead stars collide

In her cold unflinching powerslide

Comets tear the skies

Gushing from a shattered silence

Never so alive

Like the rush of ###### on nymphetamines

Minds desanitized

Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence

Darkness fantasised

Sleek and polished black

Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and mute their staves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft their future graves

Heavens above

Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising

Except no love

When she enters your golden halls

Millennial the ######

Riding wide astride the horns of madness

Clarions forth the war

Spilling the wine of her fornication

Perrenial the gore

Filling the lines between split nations

Seeping under doors

In time tides force a wider crack

Mother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Licks the royal milk

The scourge hangs at her girdle

Death slathers near her heel

Seeking blood to curdle

When the gathered clouds reveal

Her roared abortive labour

Thighs slick with molten steel

Dripping into sabres

For Vulcan spawn to wield

Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and lash her slaves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves

Heveans above

Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising

Expect no love

When they enter your golden halls

On sanguine floods

Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving

Skewered like doves

Outside the wailing wallsMother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Grips the cosmic wheel

A lover of acceleration

No mercy or brakes applied

I see dead stars collide

In her cold unflinching powerslide

Comets tear the skies

Gushing from a shattered silence

Never so alive

Like the rush of ###### on nymphetamines

Minds desanitized

Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence

Darkness fantasised

Sleek and polished black

Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and mute their staves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft their future graves

Heavens above

Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising

Except no love

When she enters your golden halls

Millennial the ######

Riding wide astride the horns of madness

Clarions forth the war

Spilling the wine of her fornication

Perrenial the gore

Filling the lines between split nations

Seeping under doors

In time tides force a wider crack

Mother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Licks the royal milk

The scourge hangs at her girdle

Death slathers near her heel

Seeking blood to curdle

When the gathered clouds reveal

Her roared abortive labour

Thighs slick with molten steel

Dripping into sabres

For Vulcan spawn to wield

Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and lash her slaves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves

Heveans above

Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising

Expect no love

When they enter your golden halls

On sanguine floods

Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving

Skewered like doves

Outside the wailing walls

August 14, 2005

Swansong For A Raven

Forgive the day’s

Last serenades

Her skies they bruise like Nordic women

Deep crimson stains

That Death would claim

His robes of office swim in

As would I

For his dark eye

Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe

On charred remains

With shared disdain

For those I chose to mortify

Their cries

Have paralysed

And the smoke has choked these vistas

But still I lie

Though tears have died

On the grave of my Clarissa

A verse for her whispered to the earth

(A lover’s curse is a see-through coffin)

Praises her curves so oft concurred

Though she was…

No Snow White on the night she died

Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over

Lipped with blood and secrets pried

For on and in they spread her wide

That seraph bride

The Devil’s pride

Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise

But they would writhe

For my dark eye

Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s

On Esther’s reign

And in this vein

I saw their ###### still stain her thighs

Their cries

Have paralysed

And the smoke has choked these vistas

But still I lie

Though tears have died

On the grave of my Clarissa

Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes

Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches

A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry…

I was…

No dark knight, breaking men like ice

I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over

Lipped with blood and last goodbyes

Now I dream

Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion

Where beauty streams

Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come

To tear out her spells

In red lettered cells

Wherein even the crown prince of Hell

Come out of his arrogant shell

Would falter to better

But her face soon dispels

And as black feathers fell

From heaven’s smoke

So I woke to insanity

Her exquisite corpse

Found fit for their sport

Of course

Would burn on the morrow with me…

And there on this night

Strung up in my sight

Naked she sways

Displayed for their vulgar delight

I scream through my bars at the stars

That for these crimes of mine solace me

I will fear not the flames

That to passion are tame

Not nearly the same searing pain

(I pray) As held sway upon losing her

Nor the mettle of roars

That will settle like ashes and scores

As with our ghosts in the fog

When we both turn no more

August 14, 2005

Filthy Little Secret

There hides a secret

Deeply twined inside of her mind

A tried and confined egret

That pines to fly south

To this mouth of mine

Pity

Too long have these emotions

Like potions, made me

A sole castellan

Trusted to keep

The weight of oceans

From her rusted gates of sleep

A dreaming angel

Lying curled in the circles of Hell

I must protect her

Watch her back for any cracks to occur

For in the witching hour

She slips into the underworld

A pearled Persephone

Deflowered by the powers

Hat around her

Down her

Whirl

Doomed to ###### the rift

Across the shifting abyss

With her body and it’s gift…

My filthy little secret

I serve her slender hope

To preserve mankind from old ghosts

Disturbed though by recurring crimes

I sense that dead

Might be best for both

Pity

Too long have these emotions

Like potions, made me

A sole castellan

Posted to keep

Slow wheels in motion

From the human race to beat

Without her there

My nymphetamine with the faraway stare

Thin walls would crumble

Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs

For in the dead of the night

She spasms with orgasmic flare

This reamed Demeter

With Poseidons there inside her

Too appeased to grieve our air

Doomed to dam the rift

Across the shifting abyss

With her body and it’s gift…

My filthy little secret

Forever sworn to keep it

My filthy little secret

Pity

Too long this urchin princess

Has incensed, made me

A wanton felon

Searching for the key

To loose her harness

And set desires lurching free

Without her there

My nymphetamine with the faraway stare

Thin walls would crumble

Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lair

But in her room at night

I care not for the underworld

Slathering and gathering emboldened Reichs

To breach, to teach

A dread thereafter

I would risk all this

For one minute of bliss

With her body and it’s gift

My filthy little secret

Forever sworn to keep it

My filthy little secret

I know a deeper beauty shines

Beyond the veil

Her roots and creepers mine

As the worms beneath rise

August 14, 2005

English Fire

Seven brides serve me seven sins

Seven seas writhe for me

From Orient gates to R’lyeh

Abydos to Thessaly

And Sirens sing from stern

But now I cease to play

For I yearn to return

To woodland ferns

Where Herne and his wild huntress lay

Now the tidal are turning

Spurning the darkness

The great purgations of distinguished tours

Are but stills in time

To the thrill that I’m

Once more

Heading to the bedding

Of her English shores

The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails

Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees

And mists clung tight in panic to vales

When Brigantia spoke her soul to me

From Imbolg to Bealtaine

Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts

I heard her lament as season’s blent

Together a chimerical beast

Now the tidal are turning

Churning in darkness

The celebrations of extinguished wars

Are but stills in time

To the chill that climbs

Once more

Dreading the red weddings

On her English shores

Gone are the rustic summers of my youth

Cruel winter cut their sacred throats

With polished scythes that reap worldwide

Pitch black skies and forest smoke

And the hosts that I saw there

Drones of carrion law

Drove the ghosts of my forbears

To rove and rally once more

One of her sons from the vast far-flung

Come home to rebuild

The rampant line of the Leonine

Risen over pestilent fields

Now the tidal are turning

Burning in darkness

The salvation of her hungry sword

Shalt spill like wine

From the hills to chines

That pour

Spreading her beheadings

On these English shores

For the hosts that I saw there

Drones of carrion law

Drove the ghosts of my forbears

To rove and rally once more

This is a waking for England

From it’s reticent doze

This is a waking for England

Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes

August 14, 2005

Coffin Fodder

The time has come

To rise again

Freedom lift thy sewered hem

Free from beasts and skewered men

My dreams unroll

Ten thousand fold

Their world will never take me

They will never desecrate my soul

The stars I have grasped

Are so far lonely constellations

And wishing on those stars

My spirit bars annihilation

From earthen miseries

Hosts of most fell forms of greed

Ghosts of pearly gate remissions

Forever haunting me

Slit the witch and watch him bleed

As with any inquisition

Lying from the start

The preachers piled their craft

Scoffing elder glories

And dying, I depart

To make their sunken hearts

A coffin for their stories

The time is past

The falter when

Freedom slips my sombre pen

And the gates to wolves break open then

My feelings may

Seem constant prey

But claws no more will rake me

Those whores have fled to darker days

Above and beyond

I have wronged in my position

But now the winds are strong

To soar from Babel’s vision

Of cutthroat jealousies

Dock to dock these mongrels breed

Dogs of fogged derision

Pacing, soon to be

Back to pack mentality

When my killing moon is risen

Trying from the start

These creatures of the dark

Were quaffing morning glories

And dying, I depart

To make their drunken hearts

A coffin for their stories

Innovation in ovation

Imagination stirs

Somewhere the dusk is lining

Red the shore of a roaring sea

And though loved there is someone pining

For the waves of blood to run and rescue me…

The time has come

To rise again

Freedom lift thy sewered hem

Free from beasts and skewered men

My dreams unroll

Ten thousand fold

Their world will never take me

They will never desecrate my soul

Their world will never break me

They will never desecrate my soul

August 14, 2005

Medusa And Hemlock

Dim the lights, wrong the rites

Toss the puerile cross away

We are gashing from a venomous womb

Burning bright, dead of night

Pyres stain a milky way

###### is splashing the dark side of the moon

In the Samhain mist

We lay in welcome by the western gate

With the five fold kiss

For every soul returning

From the fecund abyss

Where nature’s travesties congregate

With a stone cold wish

To see the wicker man burning

The wind, she whispers

Through the graveyards of our hearts…

Wreathed in dreams

As she weaves her witchcraft

We breathe, enamoured

Of the conquering dark

Medusa and Hemlock

Harvest past, fires cast

Ashen shades this Halloween

We are set now to Beherit the earth

Widdershins, death begins

To fashion fete to gallow scenes…

Sprits rising to discredit rebirth

In the Samhain mist

We lay in welcome by the western gate

With the five fold kiss

For every soul returning

From the fecund abyss

Where nature’s travesties congregate

With a stone cold wish

To see the wicker man burning

The wind, she flitters

Through the forest of our hearts…

Wreathed in leaves

As she weaves her witchcraft

We breathe, enamoured

Of the conquering dark

I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair

Plot your face, then ascending marble stares

You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair

Tasting my blood

That runs from worming tongue like prayer

Under pagan veneer snakes a fear

That makes the stars

Grieve, just to be

Uncharted on this eve

When part of me chars a path

Through your heavenly constellations

Medusa and Hemlock

Back to black, hinges crack

Rituals call obscenities

Sheets of demons rush insanity skies

Tread the salt, the dead exult

Preachers beg our clemency

Seeking warmth in humanity’s eyes

We who kept the candle by the vault

We who kept the candle on the cult

August 14, 2005

Nymphetamine (Overdose)

Evanescent like the scent of decay

I was fading from the race

When in despair, my darkest days

Ran amok and forged her face

From the fairest of handmaidens to

A slick perverted wraith

Nymphetamine

Heaving midst narcissus

On a maledict blanket of stars

She was all three wishes

Six, six, six

A lover hung on her death row

I was hooked on her disease

Highly strung like Cupid’s bow

Whose arrows hungered meat

And the blinding flare of passion

In the shade of narrow streets

Where their poison never rationed

All the tips they left in me

Two tracks

Bric-a-brac

Something passed between us

Like a bad crack

Upward-lit

I’d met another kind

Of rat

In fact

With every rome inside me

Licked and ransacked

She haunted at the corners of my mind

In black

Cataracts

Wouldn’t whitewash away

Her filthy smoke stack

She burnt me like a furnace

For my future suicide

Lead to the river

Midsummer, I waved

A ‘V’’ of black swans

On with hope to the grave

All through Red September

With skies fire-paved

I begged you appear

Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul

Untold was the pain

I faced when you left me

A rose in the rain

So I swore to the razor

That never, enchained

Would your dark nails of faith

Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb

I’m a prayer for your loneliness

And would you ever soon

Come above unto me?

For once upon a time

From the binds of your lowliness

I could always find

The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision

In my heart, that barless prison

Discolours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter

Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition

This ######, a vampyric addiction

To her alone in full submission

None better

Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

Nymphetamine girl

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm

I am circled like prey

Back in the forest

Where whispers persuade

More sugar trails

More white lady laid

Than pillars of salt

Fold to my arms

Hold their mesmeric sway

And dance her to the moon

As we did in those golden days

Christening stars

I remember the way

We were needle and spoon

Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb

I’m a prayer for your loneliness

And would you ever soon

Come above unto me?

For once upon a time

From the binds of your lowliness

I could always find

The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision

In my heart, that barless prison

Discolours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter

Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition

This ######, a vampyric addiction

To her alone in full submission

None better

Nymphetamine

Sunsetter

Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine)

None better

Nymphetamine

Two tracks

Bric-a-brac

Something passed between us

Like a bad crack

Upward-lit

I’d met another kind

Of rat

In fact

With every rome inside me

Licked and ransacked

She haunted at the corners of my mind

In black

Cataracts

Wouldn’t whitewash away

Her filthy smoke stack

She burnt me like a furnace

For my future suicide

August 14, 2005

Absinthe With Faust

Pour the emerald wine

Into crystal glasses

We will touch the divine

Through kisses catharsis

Let us pitch to the seven-year itch

Of the ultra-decadent

To a tainted world and the painted girls

That our fantasies spent

Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes

Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams

A toast to those most sacrilegious of days

Where for every whim won

One soon repays

We touched the stars

That now laugh from afar

At we, the damned

The damned

We have spent our time

Drenched in opulent splendour

But when midnight chimes

Will gilded souls surrender?

Let us drink on the giddying brink

Of pools of excrement

All manner of ###### for the glamour and glitz

Mephistopheles lent

I remember the night as if it were engraved

A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves

To the shore from the moon and by her grace

Came that erudite stranger

That ######

Come my friend, to fate let’s raise

Two finger shots at this our last soiree

For tomorrow I fear

Swoops all too deadly near

This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate

We touched the stars

That now laugh from afar

At we, the damned

The damned

August 14, 2005

Gabrielle

Foul snake despair

Where once you darkened gardens

Another coils there

Where twice you sliced all hope from me

And left these present scars

An insane love now burns above

The weft of incandescent stars

Hilt your dripping fangs that range

Skywards to rend apart

I might have sang of wings unchained

But long before I locked my heart

For Gabrielle

A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts

Whose beauty fostered poets

Whose laugh like silver belts

Thawed your bitter winter from my path

Gabrielle

Foul snake despair

Where once you peddled secrets

Another spoils there

With speech that sweetens drowning

In deep lagoons of eyes

And legs that begged apologies

For lengths that mesmerised

Spare your hissing sentiments

For her fee welts more than thine

Though no malice she weans

Just a palace of dreams

Where windswept chambers pine

For Gabrielle

Whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold

Her rouge lips smack of dark blood

Her name in whisper rolls

Forever on my tongue

Lest her memory dissolve

Gabrielle

Oh, Gabrielle

Once crucified

I would have died

A thousand more times

Just to feel her breath

On my neck as a fervent lover

To drown her sighs

In floods of tears so well refined

And blind from spying her

In the arms of others

Gabrielle

Buried inside

Where she’s all but mine

Save for those that dine

Oh her, on her perfect carcass

Gabrielle

Foul snake despair

Where once you wreaked my misery

Another toils there

For long lost Gabrielle

Whose nightly spreading grin

Persists in other faces

By whom I’m slowly taken in

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