This is a song about a werecat. A werecat is just like a werewolf, but with kitty bits…. and I do like the kitty bits

There may be some other meaning, which I’d challenge you to discover…. except I was told when writing this that some of the lyrics had a spinal tap level of subtlety (that’d be somewhere around -11).

Oh well, it was a fun song to write…. and to be inspired to write. For the regulars you’ll notice that there is no guitar wankery for the first time in a long while…. not for any real reason, I just felt the song didn’t need it.

Questions, comments, feedback and protest letters imploring me to think of the children to the comments on chaotimusic.com or via email to drchaotica@chaotimusic.com

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Lycanthropic, misanthropic
Affects me like a psychotropic
Twisting my mind, I am inclined
To seek forth the kitty kind.
Join with the pard, I might be scarred
As she hunts without regard
I am her prey, under her sway
A twisted bestial ballet

Chorus 1:
Give me fur and give me teeth
Scratch with claws that are unsheathed
Take me now and take me were
Just let me dive into your hair

Verse 2:
Lycanthropic, it’s erotic
A sight that is quite hypnotic
I do not care, if there is hair
Growing all the way down there.
I’ll have a drink, from in the pink
Drowning in my kitten kink
To make her twist, when I have kissed
With skills like a cunning linguist

Chorus 2:
Give me fur and give me teeth
Scratch with claws that are unsheathed
Take me now and take me rough
Just let me dive into your muff

 

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Something bluesy….

I wrote and recorded this on Valentines Day. The short story behind it is that when my girl first said “I love you” ( on the sunday beforehand) I broke down and cried because I’d never thought I’d hear such a phrase.

But I did. Yay!

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Pain flowing thru my veins again
Feelings that I can’t control
Composure slowly slips away again
Tears escaping in a flow
Like volcano erupting when
Long been a dormant hole
Pressure repressing and building then
Venting from my darkened soul

Chorus:
Something bluesy
Something bluesy
Something bluesy
This way comes

Verse 2:
So much pain and suffering
Built up over many years
Hoping this is the real thing
Cos that is how it appears
More than just a casual fling
Despite my paranoid fears
Someone to forever cling
And help me wipe away my tears

 

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A song about hunting a dragon. Take a dollop of power metal, add a dash of progressive thrash and then mix in a good dose of my trademark cynical nihilism.

Meh.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Sharpen to swords
Ploughshares no more
We rise
Say goodbyes
Search the fjords
For lizard who soars
To war
The monster
Protect our towns
Fire raining down
The skies
Bring demise
Seeking revenge
The dead to avenge
The horror
The horror

Chorus:
We hunt for the one
We must overcome
We take on this quest
We search for the nest
Continue to try
Until we cry
Dragon our fare
Cooked medium rare

Verse 2:
Our duty to fight
Each a holy knight
We rise
Say goodbyes
Pitiful might
We’ll die tonight
To war
The monster
Despite our finesse
No chance for success
The skies
Bring demise
Killing us all
Dragon can not fall
The horror
THE HORROR!

 

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Another week, another song.

This one may have some new references mixed in with some that I have explored seemingly ad nauseum….

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Exploring the realms that should never be seen
By men of the cloth that has been washed clean
Tempted by those who tested for truth
Leading to acts that once were uncouth
Back when I was deluded by lies
From a book whose message I now deny

Chorus:
I am unrepentant
For all the things I have done
I am unrepentant
No longer worship the son
I am unrepentant
Now my real life has begun
I am unrepentant
No longer worship the son

Verse 2:
Loving the things that most find routine
Now I am no longer trapped by doctrine
Tasting delights I missed in my youth
When I indulged my spiritual tooth
Now I am going down for the prize
Nestled between her creamy white thighs

 

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Metal, of the most classic variety. Our subject today being a Berserker. I wrote this (the lyrics anyway) in Hyde Park while waiting for my girl to finish work, and it was partly inspired by an sms conversation we’d had earlier in the day.

The lyrics are kinda over the top and silly at times, but what good metal isn’t? A nice groove, subtle keys, and me almost singing properly…. rather than sounding like the cookie monster. All added together we have a song that I quite like.

You might feel differently, so feel free to comment on the blog or via my email

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Since the beginning of time
Since the beginning of rhyme
There has been a man
Without cunning plan
A bringer of death
With crazy like meth
And once he’s begun
You’ll die or you’ll run

Chorus:
Blood of the Dragon
Burning inside
Blood of the Dragon
Flooding the mind

Verse 2:
With blade and with axe
No organs intact
A fury of fists
He’ll blind like a mist
Til going berserk
Oh where does he lurk
It turns him insane
Deep in the membrane

Verse 3:
Born with the bloodlust
He turns all to dust
Slaughters with the sword
Like a giant horde
Strength of many men
The converse of zen
Making all blood to spill
All he needs is to kill

 

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