Monday, May 18, 2015

Hidden Partner, the end


Inspired by the topical and earnest lyrics of crossover thrash, metal and hardcore punk music, I began to write song lyrics at about the age of 14. Armed with my lyrics, and hampered by a lack of support to play an instrument, I assumed the role of singer in the bands I would join and form in my high school years and beyond.

When I was 18 and 19, or in 1992 and 1993, increasing complexity of my life circumstances, along with experimentation with new music, inspired me to write within myself to create more personal and original words. I also began to try to incorporate basic elements of poetry into my lyrics. As the years progressed I found my rhythm and the writing became less of an exercise and more of an experience. Things just happened and I would often take stock of what it was and what it meant later on.

I took a hiatus in late 1995, but came back in 1997 when the opportunity arose to play music again. Using the same inspiration, I wrote with a little more clarity and insight, often more methodically and straight forward, but sometimes still riding that divine inspiration that would spontaneously occur. This period ended in 2002, and I entered into a dormancy period where I thought I was finished writing.

In 2007, in the throes of adult responsibility, I was inspired to play music again and joined some old friends in a seriously heavy noisy band. The lyrics took a darker and deliberate tone that expressed a loss of idealism about the world at large. Shortly thereafter, I started this blog as an outlet for a creative period of deeply personal poetry that ended in 2013. I'm not sure if I'll write creatively again, so I wanted to punctuate this blog by cataloging what I consider to be my best stuff, or at least that which doesn't make me cringe to re-read.

In order to do that I went back and added a lot of old stuff. I've tagged everything for easy reference. There's a tag for year written. There's a tag for the band the lyrics appeared with. The later stuff that was never used in music is tagged "No Music." There's also a tag for any album the lyric might have appeared on. Also, almost all of the lyrics I've added to this blog over the last month or so were re-written from memory.

Finally, I'd like to acknowledge and thank the musicians I worked with over the years that helped inspire me to be as creative as I could possibly be. A short note about each of the bands I was in- Venosity was a great start for me but there's nothing I could use here. There are a few Bloodspoon lyrics, that's where I started to catch my stride. Car vs Driver, pretty much everything I wrote is included (any omissions were probably Jon's or Steve's lyrics). All of Chocolate Kiss lyrics are here, and most of Sonn Av Krusher.

So anyway, thanks for reading.

Matt


Angel Dust 500


Spirit behind the wheel
Left turn designed to kill

Walk out the glass

Stumbled last good goodbye
Fumble for the keys
Headlights race toward
division of the sphere
Dead on target

Spirit behind the wheel

Left turn designed to kill
Intoxication orgy,
and death is on your breath

Walk out the glass

Stumbled last outside
Mirror of the fumes
Headlights race toward
division of the space
Dead on target

Headlights pierce the darkness

Lines on the road cut through you
One moment bleeds the next
Watch the path out of body

Driven this way before,

but the road ends now
All your roads end now

MM 2008

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The Widower


The widower rides from Hell
Backs of unholy maelstrom
Lain shrapnel death machine
Kill glory from innocents

Manic stares down a barrel
Eyes pierced on fire tread
Inferno shaping blades
Wears remnants of the dead

This mortal trophy blackened by sun

Speed through shifting skin
Holding unholy message
Rid the devil his due
Cash bounty in their blood

This mortal trophy blackened by sun

Ritual encampment
Fuel-fed carnal detachment
Mirror of depravity
Full speed acceleration

MM 2007

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Snake Mountain Death Ride


Sweat 
heat 
shack 
rust
the anguish of sin 
expulsion
nest in smoky hills
sinister sound 
of jubilation
outside law of man
god protects us 
from serpent's tongue

    Feel the pulse of 
    electricity
    running through 
    the wires
    of your god 
    and demon.

Through 
distorted frames
of life 
everlasting
strychnine acid tongue 
proclaims, coming down 
of savior
exorcism 
in hand
the brightest light 
blast

The smoke 
from the trees
the sun 
from the fucking sky
deep into 
the black sky
venomous 
pulsating music
blood-poisoned 
true salvation

MM 2007

On The Backs Of Blitzkrieg


Form in lockstep march
Bayonet on shoulder blade
Crushing carcass beneath steps of
Filth soaked boots
Fight for fractured land
Rain blood running soaked ground
Forming sky of smoke
Rising from crater of Hell

Seeping on the backs of fellow man
Draining life from dying man 
Risen on the backs
On the backs of blitzkrieg

Cannon smoke burnt orange
Burning rotted flesh below
Tattered stitched gray uniform
Of cold starvation army
Demon watch on horseback
Circling around the death march
Impaling the climbing bodies
Rising from crater of Hell.

Driving on the backs of dying man
Snapping spinal column
Risen on the backs
On the backs of blitzkrieg

Bullet lodged free fall
Shattered bone over brow
Thinning forward over down
Ashes in crater of hell
Last hungry breath is drawn
Gasping for diseased air
Thinning forward over down
Ashes in crater of hell

MM 2007

Saturday, May 9, 2015

No Funeral


I’m compelled to remark about timing
as much as anyone we’ve known
After twisting years of this, I’m convinced
that there’s no such thing as order or organization
My high school friends watched me tie the knot
one Saturday between school days,
and I was sixteen

Late one night at a party thrown
by the employees of a local Taco Bell,
I was sneaking around
behind my parents back

The first taste of freedom that summer - unbinding
Fucking for a blind moment too long
on a rubber that traveled in my velcro wallet,
just a few salad days too long
with a girl who needed anything I could give her,
and I needed someone too

Somehow discussions turn in circles
How could we be parents?
It wasn’t a question

Her home broken into pieces before we met
She told her aunt and her uncle, they said
the only logical choice was to abort,
“You’d never even have to tell his folks”
But how could she give up something she’d always needed?

My mother had tears in her eyes for three straight days
She’d never known what teens would do
My father was silent, he said nothing
They were good Christians and what else could they do? 
They offered us one choice,
it was their help for our matrimony

And there it was,
a sixteen and seventeen year-old,
with my shaved head and her nose rings,
exchanging vows at a church on a sunny day
in the October of my junior year
I was back in school on Monday

MM 2001 (original)
Revision- 1/17

Cooperation


Marked for life with circles, 
longing for circular motion - movement in time 
Swinging around, 
run around again, 
repeating tender moments, 
and the same mistakes 

Still I ponder at the sunlit window, 
but cannot separate the blinds 
to look outside, 
if the circle is complete 

And there I am, 
my love for you goes in circles, 
it’s never stuck on points of a line 
Its tide rises and falls, 
but never subsides 
It rides like a Sunday drive, 
or through minefields in a war 
It never stops turning away, 
if the circle is complete 

Days will turn in circles, 
from the alarm that sets you off, 
to the frustration, the comfort, the restraint, 
to the love, the hate, the fear, 
to the compensation, 
to whatever puts you to sleep, 
rise and fall within it 

MM 2000