Living hard, living light
Playing tunes in my head
Riding the train from Gesbuken to Africa
Rallying the townsfolk like Rodrigo de Vivar
This is the greatest shit
The finger slides one octave lower
So the smell is so reek
The stink so foul
The hunger so strong
I cannot resist any longer
It plays relentlessly
Every language ever spoken
Casting the drift on invisible, transparent tradewinds
I am the Tradewind Rider
Leading a caravan from Gurspecht, Vurvich, and Mexico
Feed me, crave...
It just reminds me of different things
Until we stop
And I begin to whistle
There is no thrill like discovery
Clamored beatings now and then
Living slowly in chastised embarrassment
Tradewind caravans across the deserts of Sudan
Following the floating footsteps in the sand
Lost memories of life long ago
That linger only to be found
So that angelic transparencies appear all to be that remain
When life begins to come a-crawling
And angels from the sky start a-falling
You値l know I致e been there
Because I will be nonesuch when I die
Yet there is no death in sight
Not my own at least
The church bells ring but no one hears
Because I robbed them of their ability
All they hear now is what I speak
And I am their God
Look unto Me as you would your savior
Your pasture, and I will be the one whistling in your ear
Haven稚 you heard?
There are no angels when you die
Only cold, deep earth
So bend down and take your beating
Slap me, beat me, spread me on toast
I値l come back to haunt you
I値l always be here, pretending
Until you accept me as the dreadful specter: your own personal ghost
Beast
Read between the lines
Or I値l slick you so thin
The only thing left is your middle spaces
Between words
What will you
Do
When I become the beast?
The whistling maniac
The sourceless beat
And all that is left is the ringing in your ears
An endless, repetitious drone
New religion, bad religion
Slap me, beat me, spread me on rye
And the only brand left
Will be buttermilk wheat
From here to Africa and abroad
Caravans traveling the tradewinds
Riding black coaches
Led by hoof-less horses
Their gods stained
Tainted in soluble indecency
They believe He gives and takes
I offer no such light
Finding solace simply in greedy theft
Even the sun is mine
Burning at my whim
All this and more
But the one thing I do not possess
So it is unimportant until I do
The God of gods
And even I do not withhold such power
Because being the Thief of Never
Is no match for being the Thief of Always
Until I can, you hate me
You値l have no part
Of spreading me on toast
But I keep gaining more power
The greedy black hole that is my heart
Sucking up life in a bottomless vacuum
No bottom, no end
So bend down and take your punishment
While I pull it all out of you
Your ass and your head
Slash, total Slash
Insane mauling and then some
Because it just feels so good
And to see it frankly turns me on
All the insane glory
I could have with burning this fish
What will come of this I never debate
Only the paltry life I can ruin
Cyan ecstasy
The power of the dark side is immense
And there is no limit
Only that which I cannot obtain
I believe that is you
So I live in pissed cyan ecstasy
Dripping yellow slime
On the Canary Islands
My tradewind rider rising remotely forceful
I am inside it
Myth, like the end, is only the beginning
I watch the change
Watch the humility
You scared skeleton and beast
All meek and meager
No hope and glory left
Only rank and file
Kiss me
But there is no such power to succeed
I値l kill the entire beach
But what would it prove?
The fact that my immense abilities mean nothing to you
Give me thy hand, play with me
But volleyball is not your sport
So the beach is gone
Vanished in harsh purity
What wasteful stench riding the tradewinds