tim holt season in hell 9 songs
Season in Hell
The Sick Rose
The Boy with His Heart for His Head
Iconoclast (Greek Sleepy Song)
SEASON IN HELL People seem to steal everything close to me, And I’m left with sheets from ghosts that were too high to stay. No, you’re books are bullshit, not like me, no I got words that rhyme , you got charcoal cities that can’t decide the day. It’s all shadows and light, and what you show and tell, It’s dark archangels, with even darker stares. All our skulls are smiling, and hatching holy hell, with origami hands, quietly in chairs. And all those times that I’m alone, Thoughts push to derange. And my season in hell, Never seems to change, So come with me, come with me, And you will, and you will see. Everything that they do to me. I will do to you. Maybe everything is dead, but baby I don’t know anymore. Maybe everything inside my head is pouring out on the floor I know everything in your head is pouring out on the floor, Cut the sadness out of your eyes and made love to the hole.
SHADOWBOY Here we go now, in good time and fashion Living through the crimes, but without the passion Action is action to commit, or to sit calm is but action to refuse it So we forth, we up, up and out We birthed from the stars have but waited them out Weighted them and never contested their fate, But every look confirms their concern with eyes of late Lines of hate, traced, take up to the stars. And with them faced, we are faced with ours. Born are we to die, and lie asleep till then Better slain from the enemy, but always, in truth, a friend. So, here I go, ah me! Enforce the fate. ‘twere so bad to live, but life’s so great. Shadowboy must keep himself heartless, Though we all fall pray to his left-handed tricks sometimes. We’d swear we could see straight through the pavement. Now he’s an anecdote, but never a victim. Words wasted in thoughtful abortion Consequence thrown away, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la Hate brought from friendly alliance. The rain of good advice stopped by careless umbrellas.
Nothing in this world is created or destroyed: The minds in the gutter, the souls in the void But do serve as spark, and too much kills, To fly past this world and this world’s ills.
ED GEIN Ed Gein I know your mother haunts all your dreams But you can’t keep running (running) I can hear the screams, I know she’s coming back, She’s not coming (coming) back, again. You could never be her, So just leave her alone, she’s dead and gone, So move on and get a life of your own –Leave all of these innocent people alone. Ed Gein I know your mother haunts all your dreams But you can’t keep running (running) I can hear the screams, I know she’s coming back, She’s not coming (coming) back, again.
How would you feel if I cut your face off and put it on my wall, You crazy son of bitch, you think that you standin’ tall You sick, slick, cut off your dick, skeletons in your closet, Literally all over it, 1, 2, 3, 4 Get yourself ‘pon the floor I’m fixin’ u‘pon you for supper and needa be fixin’ more I hang you by the ankles, blood dripping from your bullet hole. I slit from groin to sternum like a fucking animal. Ed Gein I know your mother haunts all your dreams But you can’t keep running (running) I can hear the screams, I know she’s coming back, She’s not coming (coming) back, again.
LIBERTINE He babybaby won’t you love me so? My love for you is growing more and more Roses dying in the kitchen sink, But everything escapes me when I tried to stop from thinking about you.
Killers, shoot me glances Two blue pills offer too much effect Oh how that glance romances, Oh God you’re making me a wreck But I’ll take my chances This affect is, at most, a defect With all proper minds entranced Lovers go on in anticipation Arch their backs as they fall in love Monsters ache in their dissipation Bound, the angels sing: la-la-la Here we go again tonight In our hearts and minds we know everything about this world This world is ripe for us to rape and we know that you’ll celebrate This time, because we haven’t done any better. No, we can’t do any better.
THE SICK ROSE As I fell down the well, I pulled you down with me, So in the deep, dark dungeon I would not be lonely And on the wall grew a sick, sick rose I plucked it for you, but still another grows And the people threw their problems and the pennies down the well, We inherited their wishful thinking while sinking to despair. Why would you send your wishes down to hell? Why am I asking you? You donâ€™t seem to care. Wash away all our problems Wash away all our fear Compensate for all those times you put us down Run away, far away from here. And the people threw their problems and the pennies down the well, We inherited their wishful thinking while sinking to despair. Why would you send your wishes down to hell? Why am I asking you? You donâ€™t seem to care.
(FREESTYLE) Felt up your daughter, autograph your cock and cut off I flow like Madonna on a gondola stuck in the park Kick, kick, kick goes the bass of the stereo List to the missiles as the merry-goes merrily around Shoot the satellites down from space Diligently, as your burning faith falls from grace Without a trace, I love it when you dress in rubber and lace And emaciated while film it like a villain with a smile And while to waste There’s not much to do in Edmond when you’re dead And every lovely thing just get shot in the head Rain clouds hold depression in the city as it sleeps And the blankets push me down like-oh-so deep And I creep, to the window in the cold, to the sinners, To the sold The old executioner’s a little bit loose with the lingo, And he makes everything go down.
THE BOY WITH HIS HEART FOR HIS HEAD Here we go again, Everybody’s talking like the angels are not watching And the boy with his heart for his head, Sat down to think tonight He said: Here we go again, I’ve fallen in love; I’m getting in trouble, But this girl promises me love and happiness and shit and rainbows after the storm, So here we go, again, tonight. And the boy that plastered on a smile, Gouged out his eyes with an Exacto knife in art class And everybody was so scared, But its alright now because that little boy is dead. And the television’s been struck by lightning (so here we go again tonight) Everybody Dies (in the end)! My window’s panes break and rain glass in my shattered room To make the shadows go to sleep, like victims or sheep,
To be poetic and deep, like my love for you is growing and such unpleasant company to keep! Where the red fern grows, is where I’ll always love you, But you’re so fucked up that I could never ever show you.
DANSE MACABRE Our little town comes so alive at night, When every gas lamp’s a light that falls on the graveyard. Heavy hearts turn to dust and they blow away, In the wind as the gallows sway in the graveyard. Look what the worms have made of me Let’s dance, let’s dance, let’s dance in the moonlight Flashes of red and ivory Let’s dance in the moonlight, baby. Cathedral tones accompany whispers and moans As purple winds pass through our bones in the graveyard Hiding our lust, under the violet sky From scorn of the heaven’s eye in the graveyard
As night music ends, we all do dust off our skins And zip them up to our chins, leaving the graveyard. ICONOCLAST (GREEK SLEEPY SONG) He’s nothing more than an iconoclast, He’s nothing more than an iconoclast, He’s nothing more than an iconoclast, And everybody’s coming ‘round to kick his ass. Hey-diddle-diddle, just me in the middle of anywhere. And I won’t see the world from the darkness That goes on and on and on. The people are putting their faces on, But none of mine seem to fit, People are finding their places, And the places they call home. But none of my roads are lit