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The Nemo-Dog first album (1992 draft): Let's Free the Image, Let's Close the Door.

DAVID I

RIDE(MUSIC:Matt LYRICS:James/Chaleptimos){Shame in shadows, we ride on a tip of oil, out to a velvet sea of my casual design...} The words ride out on a sea of rock and nail, but never touch their fingers on the shores abroad Ask, mark, but don't try to stop me- all roads lead away from home.{} The anguish disembowels, that's the way it is sometimes. Hands fall off at the drop of a pen. I went out to the desert, stretched my hands a cross the dunes, and the peacock, whose eyes were devoured.{} A pair of lights adistant, dweller in the hills with eyes, whose sight, it seems, mars my mind. My torso ripped in half, my guts splatter across the window shield of a passer-by as my head stains the blacktop crimson.{}
THE RUBY EYE OF EURONYMOUS (WAITING IN THE TREES)(Chaleptimos)Wherever I sit, there, too, sitteth death. And in the palm of my hand, I hold the colours- just the bright colours you needed for your panoramic vision. You must fear death, defy it. But, too, you must face it. See it through ruby eyes. It will come; it is waiting, only dormant for now.
TRANSIENT UNIVERSE (James) It is to laugh, oh it is to laugh. I feel cemented, bending sideways. And the Dawn is a polluted Pink dust. The freeway makes a low hum. From this height, I see the slow train chugging and clinging to the mountain. A Cold Wind is a Bad Sigh, and a fast one is a threat...Any regrets? NO (except the girl with the light eyes) That's not a regret-- NO I've gotten used to growing old. I feel so naked with my haircut. Will this waiting end soon? I've given up on cigarettes, the beach is swarming with birds who swoop and scan and extend. The Moonlight is my only friend. Tonight, it feels like afternoon. Here's a spot to rest my head. Any regrets? NO (I sorta wish I had somewhere to go). Is that an Excuse? NO I've gotten used to never sleeping*/*
I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING DRUGS (MUSIC: Danny/Chaleptimos LYRICS:Chaleptimos) Devil is a party god, rebel of free thought, individual to the core, carnal part of you. Devil is accuser, but to be such, you must think! The devil is a party god, and I don't need your fucking drugs!! How can you have a ritual, if you can't concentrate? How can you cast a spell, if you can't think straight? Thy body is a temple, of you, your only self. Why would you want to harm it by hastening its death? Now, don't get me wrong, I'm speaking for myself. What the party god says to me, he may not say to someone else. It seems, to me, a waste to kill braincells for a "rush" and close the doors to the world outside, when it's got so much! I don't need your fucking drugs, I don't want to "fit in"! I don't need to hide my feelings from me, my every second is vital life! I don't need your fucking drugs to rape the thoughts in my head! And I don't need your al-key-hol to force me to depend!
PREDATOR MUSIC(James) Every new song is a new proposal to reduce all perception to my disposal. Lyrics touch and rub at your breast and create a fever at your request.{} Every kiss is an iron fist. Every piss feels like syphilis. Draped in pain on the ivory tile, something inside you forces a smile.{} Gutted little poppet with a hand inside. Tried to let it out, pulled it open and died. Let the music take control, and it will eat you alive and whole.{} The day I saw it was all a blur was the day I decided to live like a god. But I see something in the blur that you don't. It is real & magnetic & its drawing me closer. Blurred & smeared to my disposal...
TRIBULATION BIRD(MUSIC:Chaleptimos/Thansyv LYRICS: Chaleptimos) As it rips, so it heels. As it destroys, so it gives life/My hand is cut, the blood is drying, the blood trickles down onto my toe/The blood should be disguised in the rain- my flesh is severed on the edge of nigh/Riding ever upward, ever outward, ever on/Whirlwind- Valkeries, take me, please, to Valhalla, to Asgard {Something hods me, it's sucking me down/Something has got me in this cold, dark place/Something restrains me, is it always the same as the words, as the birds sing to the sea} It's not so long, so long as it seems, it's really not so long/long/The unicorn takes the sting out of the teardrops out of my eyes, but leaves me to bleed/Alone, alone in the dark, how did it get so bright inside of this room? It's eating my hands, blinding my eyes, killing my heart/ I know, i know who we are, but I forget the name...{}
CHILDREN OF CRONUS (Chaleptimos) There is a point not to be passed. We walk along the wind-torn edges of the sandy dunes of excess. I think there will come a point when it is too late to be expected, but there is a time when it is too soon to react. You see, the weaker of the two never seem to flourish, and the stronger of the two never seem to die. The weaker of the two never seem to prosper, and the Glorious Rebellion's beak pecks at my eyes. Warum weinst du so?[why are you crying so?]Mother, I've come to eat your children-kin-precious gods-pleasant-gonna swallow your mighty children-yea, gonna swallow your precious stone. Don't you know, they're never gonna die?{THEY ARE DEAD TODAY} Open up my sacred jaws-eat my children-don't you know that this is best?-that I am here?-bear witness as I open my jaws-{} Sons of Cronus, daughters of time, children of Cronus, the lizard smiles, alone we're waiting in a pool of bile.
HIGHTOWER(MUSIC: Matthew LYRICS:Chaleptimos) How can people be so cruel? How can someone be so cold? What is this descending upon me? What else can I do? This was someone's baby, this is someone's child! This is someone's baby, falling down from high! Where you're going, you're not going to need this. Where you're going, you're not going to need it. Falling from a hightower; how can this be??
MANIC DEPRESSION (Randy Ray/the Nemo-Dog)Live is breaking down. Death is the only word I know that matters. Live is a spiralling descent into the abyss.

FIRST FIGURE IN THE YELLOW ROOM(Chaleptimos) Let's free the image, let's close the door. Let's set the symbol overhead. Gelb Zimmer, soft and warm. Gelb Zimmer, oder schwarze Tür?[yellow room, or black door?]
THE MOON(MUSIC: Danny/Chaleptimos LYRICS:Chaleptimos) SET I Overtones of beauty and pestilence. And the what once was fear is now entrenched with drought{Found in the Moon}How the symbols over the ages, or ideals that glisten in the night have changed{}As the red leaves of Autumn, too, fall and are replenished in a reincarnation, or a thrust close there- to.{}SET II You step in shit, you too shalt drown. To know the weeds and the rats, to know what we have found:{}His skin is raw. His skin is bare. He's one with us all. Course, jagged hair{}You are the feeling of night, you are the feeling of man. You are the first to see if anyone can{}
SERMON ON A DIFFERENT MOUNT(MUSIC:Matthew LYRICS: Chaleptimos)..."And the Lord, our God, didst look down upon us weak, little, pee-on, next-to-nothings, in all his mercy and kindness. And we did wonder at His intensity. Upon noticing this thought, the merciful Lord didst stare at His children until they cried. Thereafter, in His soft, loving Way, He didst speak unto the children of God. And the soft, kind voice of the Lord, our God didst rumble and nearly shatter the eardrums of His people as He spoke. And the ears of chickens, and potatoes, and platypuses, and hippopotamuses, and lemurs, and wilderbeasts (which the Lord often called gnus), and people named Smitty, and cows, and cockroaches, and leeches, and lamphrees, and Bob Hope, and Batman, and potatopoopies all over the world did nearly go deaf with the gentle, righteous voice of the Lord. And the Lord, our God didst begin to babble. And as He babbled, He spoke unto His children, and He saith unto them, 'Oh ye little teensy tinsy itsy bitsy small minute insignificant pee-on next-to-nothing children of the Earth, I am the Lord of Abraham, son of Nephilis, son of Syphilis, who beget Ted, who begat Ed, who begat Fred, who begat Tim...' etc. etc. and, of course, etc. Then the Lord, our God, began to dream aloud about the 'Rapture'. He saith unto His people, 'If thou rejecteth thy natural urge to question, and accepteth Mine son, the Leg of Lamb of God, the Crazy Nazarene, and art a good Hypochristian, and ONLY if thou questioneth not, shalt thou be blipped up into the Realm of Eternal Bliss and/or Intense Boredom when cometh the Rapture! And if thou art not a sheep to the Lamb, and maketh the mistake of daring to think, then I shall force thee to roast forever in torment and pain, in My mercy. And ye shalt suffer much, whether or not thou hast lived a moral life, if thou darest to choose another god out of the thousands presented unto thee. And all this shalt come to pass in the Omega Generation, which shalt exist in the year 1992, as well as every other generation, when I so mercifully destroy the Earth, and allow anguish to reign for 1007 years. And Tracy Feirtag shalt be blipped up, when cometh Mine loving wrath.' And the Lord didst look up, only to see that His children had fallen asleep, and He didst destroy them, in His wisdom and mercy, for they had given into their bodies, which God had kindly created with which to tempt and deceive them, and had taken a nap as the Lord, our God began to brag about how He had created the Earth and everything therein..."
OI!(MUSIC:Earth LYRICS:Some Stray Skinhead On Drugs) Oi!
REMAINS(James) Reminds me of the vacant Summer spent along the sleeping coast/Dead I felt beside me giving up the ghost/Fights with strangers languishing in front of stores/Broken bottles brandished in these twilight wars/Drunken serenades laced with vulgar hate/Huddled mess who cuddled close to pierce his skin/Chaos when the music slept then came alive/Ecstacy, the joyous violence swept the crowd/Tough stares and our tougher, meaner gritted smiles/Countless journeys aimless blind for numerous miles/Solid groove that drilled a rhythm through my skull/Music & its lonely mortal lively power
ON WINGS OF WAX (Chaleptimos) A bit of delusion, a bit of confusion, a bit of preposterous lie/A bit of the hand creeps ever down, creeps slowly down the inside of your thigh{We fly through Heaven in the night on wings of wax, own wings of wax, the Sun melts all his words/Zarathustra tuaght us if we had, then we could fly, but wings of wax would be our guide}What is the "meaning" of liefe? Why not just say "I am flesh"?/The long crow and the rooster, thus spake Zarathustra, when he taught us to fly{}So this is what it means to fail! So this is what it means to die! I sptring a well in the side of my neck, flight! Everything is inverted, everything is perverted, everything has gone inside out{}
WATCHING FROM A DISTANCE(Chaleptimos) All rise! Chicago- So it said on the of his van. Touch his head to his blood-laden hand. In the desert, we venture to stand. As he bled, leaving pools in the sand. {Somehow, I knew all eyes were on me/his. Somehow I knew that he was watching me from a distance.} Gouging rain, he begins the scream. Scream 'till the pain is gone. How can they scream long enough? Ramming sewing needles through his eyes, like Oedipus dies. {}
TEXAS DREAM(MUSIC:James/Matthew LYRICS:James/Matthew/Chaleptimos) This song is sarcasm. Any idiots out there who miss that ought to stick their heads up their asses and see if they fit. If you're a black, get your black ass on back! If you're a spick, better get out quick!{We're not gonna take down the sign} If you're a kike, we'll put you on a spike! If you're gay, we'll get the NRA!{} If you're a kraut, I reckon you better git on out! If you're a chink, we'll smash your head into a sink!{} If you're a nip, we'll bust your lip! If you're a commie, we'll kill you for mommy!{}
THE CHERUB AND THE SUCCUBUS(Chaleptimos) I am a dolphin, spinning in the nightmare. Der Alptraum jetzt ist stimmt, ganz ein in der Welt. Und so ist das Schmerzen. Es ist um 10 Uhr diese Morgen gewesen, daß ein Mann hat zu meinem Tür gekommt.[The nightmare now is true, completely one in the world/And thus is the pain/It was 10 o'clock this morning, that a man came to my door]He knocked on my door. He broke through. I had a gun, but I couldn't bring myself- so I brought you. It happened at 10 o'clock this morning. He was hanging on the window pane. He leapt up through the trees, and succubi came flying down. This is the cherub. Die Welt ist abraumen![the world is blowing up]A spider crept into the room- let's say "tarantula", for dramatic purposes (god, I'm dramatic). Where you're going, you're not going to need it. This is someone's baby.
GOD ALMIGHTY (Chaleptimos) March with the army of Jesus, as I turn the other cheek. Crush the "Legions of the Night", while maintaining restrained and meek. Decorate the Vatican without greed or pride. Blindly swallow only this shit, with my open mind.{Yea!} God, with white swords, enforce peace's supremacy. Let them bend and twist your words, while being almighty. But what do you represent? Impotence on a tree! That's not a thing to pay homage to!!{} "God will get him", but not vengefully! Your "God" has no power over me! Cause you're sinning while you pray. Go through your motions of hypocrisy!{} And reproduce without lust for the "Supreme Deity". And, if it's good for him, he'll clean the sin out of sin, for he is God Almighty!
SECOND FIGURE(Chaleptimos) Let's free the image, let's close the door. Let's burn the image outside. Let rot the passions burning inside. Let's rock the ship! Maybe then it will all subside. Let's set the shit out in the sun until it's dried. Maybe then it will have died. We know the Earth, whereof we must have lied, and as it rots there, we all have cried. And only then, we'll look inside, for only then it could have died... But in the cold, clean hands of adversity, we mangle the corpse of a planet and a home, we'd write the world up for one diversity! Satan is me, blessed be. Nine children came to my door last night. I don't know what they were crying for. I gave them what I could, but they need more- more! Shade and sweet water drown in your oceans of apathy! And I wonder, will you ever care, until the world drops dead around thee?!