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Read our sorrows and hearken to the tragic tale they tell...

 With Cheerful Disdaine Track Listing

Mye Paine
This Club Sucks
Coffee House Vampire
Spooky?
Fun With Impalement (instrumental)
Stuck Up
Last Request
Mye Paine (the I need valium to cheer me up remix)

From the With Cheerful Disdain Album

Mye Paine
This Club Sucks
Coffee House Vampire
Spooky?
Stuck Up
Last Request
 
From the Narcoleprosy Album
Gothic Redneck
Spampire
Darker Seuss
You Put the HO in Psycho
My Girlfriend Is A Pirate
 
Excesspresso (Crucial Agony collaborative sideproject with Razed in Black)

Coffee


Mye Paine

Mye wretch't harte burnthe withe the stinge of one thousande papre cuts,
for she hath goneth frome me like a rane of decayde leaves uponst the windes.
Oh foul daye, oh piteous daye.
Hell doth descendeth uponst my black existence.
How, how couldst thee pierceth my harte so
withe thye endless supplye of minte flavorde toothpicks,
stabbinge me againe and againe
'til I laye drowninge in my own bloode at thye feete?
Ah, sweete tormente, I embraceth thee as I placeth mine own fingre
in the salad shootre and writheth in paine.
Slayeth me, slayeth me now withe your weasle powerde roto tillre of despayre.
Ende my eternal sufferinge. Forsooth, I'd rathre die at thine own hands
wielding an electrifide pair of khakis withe which to strangel
the very breathe frome me, then to live withe thye angel's face
forevre beyond mye graspe. I crye, cryinge for thee,
gouginge mye eyes out with rustye, tetanus infectde papre clips
for I no longre wante to see. Prayest for me,
that the angels will not smothre me withe molten marshmallow peeps
and playe jumpe rope with mine own intestines...and not faulte me
for mye bittre anguish, and the facte that I set ablaze the entire state of Wyominge.
Withe this then, I die, disappearinge forevre frome thou in heavye blackness.
No longre canst thou stuff my socke drawre with radioactive voodoo teletubbies,
or hange rabid wombats frome my bodye piercings and singe Barry Manilow's
greateste hits backwards in Japanese withe a chorus of leperous Italian fruite vendors.
Slowlye I passeth into the darkness beyonde. Farewell mye loste love...
Fare thee well.

This Club Sucks

They've been playing Gary Numan for an hour, And every Sister's song they ever made. Warlock three times in a row, Gothlings beg to hear Type O, This really isn't worth the cover charge I paid. Instead of dancing they're all standing on the floor, Waving cigarettes and staring at their feet. Then occasionally they pace (when they're not standing in place) Too aloof to have a clue that there's a beat. It's so smoky I can't even see the bar. The machine is belching stenchy clouds of haze. Turn it up a little more, We haven't yet obscured the floor! To find the doorway out of here would take five days. In the summer there's no air conditioning, And the winter leaves us chilled without a doubt. When it's cold you see your breath. I think we all would freeze to death lest we make fires From the fliers they've passed out. In the bathroom there are lumps of hotel soap, And the toilet paper's running out again. When I need to fix my tights, There's some GUY in there despite The sign above the door that clearly says WOMEN. Don't even bother trying to ask for song requests. The DJ will not play them so don't try. If he says "yes" that's "no" to you. ....And "maybe" means "no" too, So go home and play some Robert Smith and cry.

 
Spooky?

Would you think I'm spooky if I painted my nails black? Would you think I'm spooky with "EVIL" tattooed on my back? Would you think I'm spooky if I had some nipple rings? Would it be more spooky if I collected dead things? Would you say I'm spooky if I burned candles often? Wouldn't it be spooky if I invited you to my coffin? Would you think I'm spooky if I grew another head? Or dug up Bela Lugosi just to make sure that he's dead? Would I be real spooky if I impaled your cat on a rusty railroad spike, then ironed him til he's flat? I think I'd be spooky if I chanted in Chinese,filled your waterbed with jello and molested you with cheese. Maybe I'd be spookier if I raised giant snails that would write disgusting death threats to you in their slimy trails. I think that being spooky means I'd wait til you're asleep, then I'd eat your toenail clippings and bleet just like a sheep. Really spooky would be if I strapped you to a door and made you watch the Backstreet Boys while I roll across the floor, flinging manhole covers at you til you're bleeding and you're sore, then I'd hose you down in blue kool-aid, throw fish at you and roar about the indignity of camel salivation and its effects on the economic growth of third world countries and why as a result I have to give you a twinkie enema until you just can't take it ANYMORE!!!! ......would that be spooky?

 

Coffee House Vampire (part I)

(thanks and all credit where it's due to Jhonen Vasquez)

Hello, I'm a vampire With my five foot satin cape. Behold, thou art my victim! It is foolish to escape. I said I am a vampire. Do you think I would deceive? The way you smirk behind your mocha makes me think you don't believe. Ha-Ha I am a vampire! A kind of Nosferatu! Perhaps my mystic charm and pale complexion will impress you!! See, I AM a vampire. And I...What? A DAYJOB? ME? No...that wasn't ME you saw straining grease at KFC.... Behold I am a vampire! I can change into a bat! But, not right now. The cafe owners wouldn't look too well on that. I tell you, I'm a vampire! I drink blood and fear the light! Dirnk yours NOW? Uh....I can't... I've uh...already fed tonight. I'm a vampire!! Stop laughing! Pathetic Mortal! YOU WILL SEE! What? There's a fang in your coffee? Oh...that's mine. excuse me.

Last Request

I'd play your song but them I'd have to kill you. I have no Peter Murphy cuz he sucks. I won't play any Front Line, Robert Smith, or Ministry, so sorry pal, I guess you're out of luck. I'd play your song but then I'd have to vomit. Snog and Switchblade Symphony are crap. I've never heard of Christian Death, Or C-tec or Wumpscut, And I defintely will not play Razed In Black. I'd play your song but I don't really want to. I do not like Apoptygma Berserk. There won't be any Leather Strip or KMFDM So take you Sisters' discs and go you jerk! I will not play your song, so sit your ass down. Stop sending all your friends up here to ask. I have something against VNV Nation. Just grab your Dead Can Dance and take it back. What?! You think I am some kind of DJ?! Sorry, you are quite mistaken, friend. I'm sick of Siouxsie, Gary, Funker Vogt and Covenant That's why I'm playing 242 again.

Stuck Up

My corset's laced, My nose ring's in. My lipstick is just right. All geared up to look extremely bored out at the club tonight. Gotta use five cans of hairspray so my hairdo's bulletproof. I'm the only one who's teasing job can deflect pigeon poop. I'm so GAWTHIC! Don't you wish you were me? Even Peter Murphy would say I'm much gothier than he. My complexion's nice and pasty. The black lights will make me glow. Now I'm practicing my ennui before it's time to go. Gonna stand out on the dancefloor by the mirror in the back, admiring how my dress is the perfect shade of black. I'am so GAWTHIC! Don't you wish you were me? I am not just a mere mortal unlike all these wannabes. I think they're all just jealous cuz they know I'm better dressed. Or maybe they just envy how I always look depressed. I sit on the net till 4am and chat all through the night bragging 'bout how black my hair is and how I avoid the light. I'm so GAWTHIC! Don't you wish you were me? So step aside you little fakes! Worship my Gothnicity!


Gothic Redneck

Ah used to be a country boy,
But ah've since changed ma tune.
'Stead of shuckin' corn cobs,
Ah am howlin' at the moon.
Ah only wear black vinyl chaps while drivin ma snowplow.
Well gosh n' golly gee-whiz.Ahm a Gothic Redneck now.

Ah think granma is jealous
Cuz ah look better in her dress.
And ma pop tab nipple piercings
Always leave the gals impressed.
But ma eyeliner gets smeared when ahm brawling at the bar,
And runnin' in ma platforms really doesn't get me far.

Ah wear my pitbull's leash and collar
While the doggie's still attached.
The henhouse is now painted black,
And the chickens dyed to match.
Now ah only screw the black sheep,in ma leather studded thong.
Ah go cow tipping in velvet and ah've grown ma hair reeeel long.

Lemme tell ya....Nobody knows ma pain.
Ma wife left me,
Ma dog left me,
Ma truck got set on fire
And blew up in that
Ritual sacrifice to Elvis.
Ma heart is heavy with sorrow...
Squashed like a hay bale
Under the butt of ma 400 pound cousin ED.
Ma soul bleeds...
It bleeds like a possum
Tangled in barbed wire.
Sometimes... ah wish ah was dead.Like Bela Lugosi.
But...then ah'd miss the Monster Truck Rally On Sundays.
Why? Why ME?Dag- Nab -it!
Somebody get me a cigarette!

Ma Honey flogs me with a whip
When ah ask her for a beer.
Then ah say "Shut them dang kids up!
Ahm readin' Tarot cards in here!"
Black leather couch's on ma porch and goats out in the back.
Yep, ahm a Gothic redneck.Now ma overalls er black.

Skulls are painted on ma tractor.
Plastic bats are on ma lawn.
My gunrack's in a coffin.
I go huntin' skunks 'til dawn.
Ahm tryin' to put these fangs in but ah really ain't sure how.
Spank ma butt and call me Lestat, Ahm a Gothic Redneck now.

You Put the HO in Psycho

I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore
You unfaithful, slimy, goat molesting whore.
I knew that when you boiled my gerbil
I should have set you free.
So give me back my tapes
And stop calling me.

You said you liked my boots just to get laid.
Now every time I see you, I reach for a can of Raid.
You spread yourself like jam
For every other guy you see.
So pack your skanky bags
And stop calling me.

Stop calling me.
I want you gone.
Stop calling me.
Get off my lawn.
Stop calling me.
Just go away.
We're not going out anymore...OK?


You siad this breakup really hurts your feelings.
So to emphasize you nailed up all my G-strings on the ceiling.
My lawn gnomes all have mohawks now,
There's a yak tied to my tree.
Take back your ugly couch
And stop calling me.

You hoard my empty toilet paper tubes.
You had a life size picture of me tattoed on your boobs.
You camp out naked on my porch
Singing Cure songs until three.
Don't make me call the SWAT team.
Stop calling me!

Stop calling me.
You crazy whore.
Stop calling me.
Get away from my door.
Stop calling me.
I'm gonna slam it.
You're not my girlfriend-
Goddammit!!!

You follow me around the grocery store.
You write death threats in mustard on my no-wax kitchen floor.
You just can't live without me,
So you'd rather I was dead.
Stop calling me!!!
Get a vibrator instead!!!!

Stop calling me!
Put down the spike.
Stop calling me.
Just take a hike.
Stop calling me.
This isn't fun.
Stop calling me.
Put down the poodle gun.
Stop calling me!!
No use to beg.
Stop calling me!
Don't hump my leg.
Stop calling me!!
You make me gag!!
STOP CALLING ME!!
AGGGGGGGGGGGH!

Spampire (part II)

I was once a proud vampire. Stalked the night in search of prey. Then this heartless Goth girl laughed at me. So I'm a Spampire now..OK?! I wander darkened streets In late hours of the night Til I come upon a grocery store And drop in for a bite. I ignore the stockboys And their condescending smirks As I bear my fangs and hiss In my attempt to scare the clerks. Silently as I approach It sits there on the shelf. And I draw my cape about me Just to obscure myself. Then I launch myself at the display With a loud bloodthirsty cry And announce to all the potted meat "Forsooth! It's time to die!!!" With a metallic chomp I try to sink my teeth right in. But it's hard when my Hot Topic fangs Get stuck in the top of the tin. I wrestle with my victim And I snarl and bite and grab. Til a stock boy recommends It's easier just to pull the tab. So with a sigh I just give up, Find another victim instead. Now I'm stocking up on jello Cuz it's squishy and it's red.

Darker Seuss

I will not wear that bright green shirt. I wouldn't, even if it hurt. I will not wear things that are green. To make me wear it is so mean. I will not wear it with a fox. I will not wear it in a box. I will not wear it with black socks. A curse i put on it, a pox. Why must you make me wear this shirt? It does not match my velvet skirt. I will not wear it with some chains. I will not wear it in the rain Nor with my see-thru vinyl bra. Wearing green should be against the law. I would not, could not, if i was dead. I would not, could not....unless it was red. I will not wear it on my head. I would not wear it if it bled. I will not wear those bright green clothes With my fishnet pantyhose. I will not wear it on my back. Why can't you buy me something black? It's so ungothic to wear green. In something green I can't be seen. I will not, I am very sure Wear it when I play the Cure. I would not with some vinyl pants. I would not, could not when I dance. I will not wear it with a hat. I will not put it on my cat. I'd much rather you eat my spleen For to wear green is so obscene.

Coffee - by Excesspresso (crucial agony side project)

Wake me up
Fill my cup
I need some
Coffee

Coffee break
I'm awake
Have some more
Coffee

Use my spoon
Use the milk
Stir in my
Coffee

More for me
Caffeine - Whee!
Sure beats tea
Coffee

I can feel the coffee in me flow
Please add 2 more shots of expresso
Caffeine driving through my veins as though
I've got a coffee IV...whoaaaaaaa!

20 cups
30 cups
40 cups
Coffee

Percolate
Caffeinate
MMMmm tastes great
Coffee

Twitch and shake
I vibrate
Drink some more
Coffee

Spilled a lot
OW! That's hot!
Lick it up
Coffee

Need to have some java let it pour!
My cup is empty, the coffee is no more.
I'm out..I have to get some at the store!
Writhe in caffeine shock upon the floor.


(6669bpm drum solo)


My Girlfriend is a Pirate

She's been going through some changes
that I just don't understand.

It seems she has a silver hook
instead of her left hand.

Her peculiar lust for gold
has formed some trenches in the yard

Now my girlfriend is a pirate
and all she says is ARRR!

She's traded in her gap wear
for some wenchy pirate clothes.

It seems that someone manufactures
peg legged pantyhose.

She dresses in these stripey things
and boots up to her thigh

yeah, my girlfriend is a pirate
i must confess i'm going to cry.

She makes me swab the poop deck
and she makes me hoist the sails

While she's pillaging the tavern
in the search for mugs of ale.

She makes me climb the misen
as I weep in misery

cause my girlfriend is a pirate
and I'm a weak yuppie.

There's dubloons in the couch cushions
ancient maps under the bed.

And her stupid talking parrot's
always crapping on my head.

She prepares to board the couch
while I'm trying to watch the game

Yes, my girlfriend is a pirate
Treasure Island is to blame.

She has this British accent now
and waves her sword up high

Giving me a lusty look
with her one unpatched eye.

When we go to bed at night
she sleeps on the starboard side

Oh, My girlfriend is a pirate
All my friends are petrified.

She's keelhauled all my buddies
and I can't seem to stop her

because I fear her threats
of visiting Davy Jones's locker

I tried to talk some sense to her
before she made me walk the plank

So she became a software pirate...
And I have microsoft to thank.

Now she burns expensive programs
instead of the nearest bar

but when there's write protection
I still hear her screaming ARRRR!!!

The jolly roger's on her desktop
and an accordian's on her knee

so my girlfriend is a pirate....
but my computer games are free.

 
There shall be more.

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