Thursday, April 7, 2011


LOL  going through my stash-box, I found a lovely little song I wrote in 2002 I believe. It was a parody, slight homage to goth music from the 1980's. A little inspired by the Alien Sex Fiends and Joy division, groups I still dig by the way :)

Its hilarious, as it was meant to be. So, I figured i'd share it. I actually recorded it and have it posted on Myspace.

 by: M.Cooper

I look in the mirror, Is this what I've become. A sideshow freak for everyone.
Everywhere I turn, they point and they scream. Horrified faces run away from me.
A satchel full o' make-up, for a mask to wear. I hide my face to avoid the stares.

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They treat me like a plague, some kind of disease.
Their eyes are like scalpels aimed to cut me.
I try to find, a place to hide, a cold black void inside my mind.......

Then she appears , like a mist in the clear. Kneels over me and wipes the tears.
I've never seen a angel dressed up in black. But there is no use in turning back.
She leads me to her dungeon, her house of hell. If I only had a soul to sell
I would give it freely to my queen. My newly found sweet evil fiend.

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She lays her mouth, softly on my lips. Her eyes, an eclipse.
Her hair wraps around me like a spider's web, Am I alive or am I dead?
We embrace, disgrace, deface our bodies till we efface.
Oh, I can't believe this is happening to me. My loins are swollen, my body bleeds.
"It's not over" she says to me, the beast between her thighs still need to feed.
I stab and stab and stab at her wound. But, this dragooning won't end so soon.

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Lying breathless upon the floor, with the wicked one that I adore.
The sweet scented smoke fills the room, Syzygium Aromaticum.
We take a deep breath of the tainted air. A dream-like state , without a care.
Gazing at the ceiling, with the look of doom. We shall arise with the moon.

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I awake from our bed, killing head.The newest member of the living dead.
There's no sound, I take a look around. My only love can't be found.
I creep through the halls, to see where she's gone. Then I hear the Banshee's song.
I'm frozen with fear as I move near. I see her there when the fog starts to clear.
She flies at me, burning eyes of lust. I've made love to a succubus!

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Well, I hope you enjoyed this trip through memory lane with me. I had fun sharing. Till next time.

1 comment:

  1. Nice to meet you! Seems we have quite a bit in common. Not only was a goth duting my teens, but I'm also a musician. Nice to meet you!