A Treatise on Innocence and Corruption
1994
The Nemo-Dog: "A Treatise on Innocence and Corruption" is a Dumb Cow Go Home, Inc. production
All Songs By Chaleptimos, Except Where Otherwise Noted.
Entrance (19) is a live track, composed by Loviatar
"Are you our Kind, or their Kind?"
"Not one, nor the other: both."
"Then where do you live- in our World, or theirs?"
"I come and go between them. My home is nowhere!"
-The Company Of Wolves
SEX (That Which Is)
Coitus Interruptus Jesus, won't you lay with me?
Jesus, come lay down on me...
Fuck me, god, I want you now
Fuck me, god, I need you now
Fuck me, god, I love you too
I've got to share my love with you...
"A Man" I usurp the throne of god, but I let her keep her crown of thorns
I denounce the name of god, and her misty, intangible "hereafter"
To live in fear of judgeful god, in lieu of life for its own sake!
I renounce the lofty name of god, and place carnal Satan in her stead...
Finding only lies, save when looking down
The velvet, sordid coffin is resting on the ground
What were I to be "a man"?
What were I to be a king?
What were I to be a virus?
What words were I ne'er to sing?
Suckling At The She-Wolf's Breast (Romulus Dawn) Feeding, feeding from the she-wolf's breast
The ideals I have come to know are gone
All the gods that I have trusted in, now they are dead...
A sharp crack of Pain, and a flood of pleasure: Release
And bask in the Afterglow...
Because I'm a ghost, you cannot hear me scream
Because I'm a ghost, you cannot see me cringe
Because I'm a ghost, you cannot hear me
Because I'm a ghost, you cannot touch me...
We're founding a new nation on the ideals of our forefathers
War at Night by the full Moon, feed the Lust or starve to death
Donning of the wolf-skin at dusk, and doffing it at dawn
Hide myself beneath the brush, and when the Sun comes, I'll be gone...
Because I'm a ghost, you cannot tell if I'm real,
Or know the reason I've come or know the things that I feel
Because I'm a ghost, you are not really there,
And if I can fly, I'll feel the wind in my hair...
Song's End-Last Rites At song's end,
When the tale is told
Where the air is cold
As you must breathe the snow
The jagged rocks below
Maybe I'm a pessimist, and maybe I just want to rest
Maybe there's another way, but if there is, it's out of sight
When the Sun's grown cold
And Death is manyfold
Her power knows no bounds
And for all the world
LAST RITES
At song's end,
She mourns her lovers lost
As the wolf's eyes glow
So the darkness grows
I think it's blacking out...
At song's end,
The wolf sings of Death
In her broken song
Her throat cracks in sorrow
And for all the world
LAST RITES
Death In The Family The clouds outside are a dismal grey
Bow your head, and avert your eyes
Now is the time to release your sorrow
Today is the day a hero is died
Two wilting roses sit atop my dresser
Melted wax, to reveal his pride
Now is the time to denounce tomorrow
Today is the day a hero is died
LAST RITES
In Heat I had no idea then, and I have no idea now
How I've come to this and that and then and now
Everything is gone, but nothing is wasted yet
You could be come a god
You could be a chim‚ra: well I'm in heat, and everything is spinning
Spilling drops of blood onto the floor
Boredom!
Inflation?
Boredom!
Contribution?
Boredom!
Withdrawal: in heat!
Boredom!
Disillusion?
Boredom!
NEVER!!
Butterfly: in heat!
I can't share myself now- not here, not yet
But won't you come lie down on me? a soul for a mount
And fuck until we bleed, a powerful bout
You could dwell in uncertainty
Speak ye on the Devil, children, and I shall appear...
Who lives in carnal knowledge sometimes knows distrust and fear
Estonia (MUSIC: Matt Richardson)
A head, a hand and a whole, but not a word out loud
I have no soul, you have no fear
The icy trek is alive, but not abreast of your heart
I can't go on dreaming here
I had to taste it, I had to know where I heard the Voice, is it all the same?
And the snow is all I see...
You tried to take it all away,
You tried to take away my Air
And leave me with demise, naked on the Earth
But I caught myself in time
The barren temple of gods whose names were fed to carrion waiting below
I turn my back to god- who'd mark my grave!
And when everything is possible, I wonder
Will I carry with the plan?
For we all change
Under under under under under under under under under
Fear!!
I see you trembling in fear
For when people are alone, they think they are the only one
But Death is coming for us all
And you just killed a piece of yourself today
You tried to take it all away,
You tried to take away my Air
And leave me with demise, naked on the Earth
But I caught myself in time
I took my clothing off
Each cloth was a world, each strip was a life
To see these people wilting like daisies
That grow along the path, what leads to emptiness
Burning some label: Where has time gone?
We've sacrificed the time for living, and now
It's coming for us
Entity Erroneously, I forge my decision for ignorance
Then rest myself in the tundra-hearth where I was borne
The ends we once scurried to meet are as withered flowers
And the bliss that shone as a lighthouse for an instant: it's coals are cold
Impervious to natural selection
I close my eyes tight and think of my old home
To bless the implications of their hatred
Is to lobby for fruitful vanity
But those few fleeting instants of fulfillment: where are they now?
The music becomes like a surrogate drug, live for the fix
Then let the pain slip away, let yourself go
Watching cars pass by out the window, feeling no pain
Thru the numb, I thought I heard a voice; still it was blurred
Never to return to the days lost
But, still, in the confusion, we let so many escape
And the Entity that lives in wisdom
The creature that becomes bliss shall have your face
The days, like snowflakes, we miss them: where are they now?
Tundra...
(A Momentary Delusion of) Bliss (Followed by Sharp Disillusionment and Eventual Apathy) Goddamn! brother man, you've got a gun in your hand
Do you think you're going to change the world? Woe
If there were a ghost, it came to drag you with it to Hell- NO
This time, it's come for you, the Chariot of Death awaits
This time it is come, and you will never be the same again...
Do you know what I mean?
No amount of crying can change the world in its course
Always there's tomorrow, but tomorrow brings no hope
If we were warriors, we could find another way out
If only we were, but I know, tomorrow everything will be fine
Do you know what I mean?
Goddamn! brother man, why can't you understand?
It doesn't help you if you cut it now!
I need you to see, and then, to understand what I mean
If only I could touch the future, still it is set in its course
If only I could touch it now, as I did in days of youth...
Do you know what I mean?
Jesus, alone with thee, thy thoughts come into Essence
We two martyrs as one, isolation means more than you think!
If we were warriors, embracing our bodies' octanes
Fear of the future towers, as the cyanide gas clears...
Do you know what I mean?
An Epitaph The Creature lay flat on her Death bed
Still as a stone, unable to move
Unable to breathe, she holds her breath
Unable to move, she lies too numb
In 13 seconds, her pulse rate triples
And holds at its peak for a minute and a half
Burning with sickness!
Disbelief, discontent, despondency
And then, everything went black...
In 34 minutes, her pulse has dropped
To less than an eighth its rate at peak
Now the blood coagulates
From the scabs she picked and tore
Unable to speak, she holds her tongue
Unable to move, she moves towards Death
With ailment, she breathes so slowly
Till she dissolves into the cosmic husk
Her heart beats, but there is no blood
And then, everything went black...
A Body Of Glass I dare not contemplate the Evil that I bring
My body of glass, it shatters against the concrete floor
And what I asked for of life was semblance
Broken glass fills my head
A grey miasma surrounds my head
And I am pleased with this body of glass
And what I asked for in life was a body of glass
Broken glass fills my head
DEATH (That Which Was)
Emily
I can hear the sound of rushing water
I can hear the sound of scurrying rats
Something about the Monestary, they can light themselves on fire
Perish, still as stone in flames by their own hand
Never twitch a muscle, never say a word out loud
Never show an outward sign that they're dying
Something about the Sun, if you watch it for too long
Everything goes black before you and you lose your sight
And, if you get too close to it, perish amid the flames
And, if you get closer still, your body will dissipate
I can hear the sound of rushing water...
Shelter (MUSIC:Lov./Chal./Dishonor/Sunspider LYRICS: Chal./Sunspider)
Oh! fathger of great light, insipid in life, if only I could still hide in you!
A fly in the window, a flower in the dark, and heedless flight to a synthesized shelter
I've been indoors so long, that the living room seems like outside
And outside is a threat, when it's so warm in my room
And it's warm in the Dark: fiery-eyed Father of nine
And when nine is down, and three is to go
Well, I still can't remember why I'm the one tripwire in the path of god...
Gravel in my eyes, scarred retina skies, if only I could hide from you!
A bee in the window, a flower drowning in light, and desperate flight to a synthesized shelter
My shelter is turning into a cage
Cage (MUSIC:Lov./Chal./Dishonor/Sunspider LYRICS: Chal./Sunspider)
I thought I'd be safe in Mother's arms
But now I'm choking on dirt and quicksilver
I'm dead in the water, halfway thru the door
And, if I keep crawling- go the whole seven yards-
Where will I dry up, and why did I come?
I'll stay here forever!
Hidden from the Dark in her sinister shine
Can't find respite form the weight of Time
Found myself locked- locked inside biological cage
Crowded and pressured in Mother's arms
If there's safety in numbers, it's to fight isolation
But I've given my soul up halfway thru the gate
And I live in a cage of my own design
Escape from freedom, as best I can:
I'll stay here forever!
Massacre Meine Augen sind im Schwarze, der Schwarze in meinen Augen
{my eyes are in the blackness, the blackness in my eyes}
Bloodbath in the hills outside Gethsemene
Bloodbath on the hill outside of Bethlehem
Massacre:
Let's have a party in the middle of the ocean
Let's take the sand and gravel into our own hearts
Crimson dreams and interbred screams and naked feet on downward slopes and green-grass hills and godshead kills while bloodshed spills on empty clouds, till screams and dreams cut open your seems, Dionysus floods the land with blood and tears, ripped out to cleanse your fears, and arachnid razor blades slice thru your eyes!
Massacre: can you hear it now?
Dragging, kicking, screaming: all of this within my grasp
Quite a concept, is it not? Quite exhilerating, bleeding thought
Twisted back, nailed to a cross, with snakes and boards: he seems to fly!
With snapping bone and tearing flesh: he seems to fly!
We're trapped in pits and slimy shit is ripping skin up off of our backs and horrible smells and sounds it lacks, it's so much like a massacre, a barring wall of no escape, a room of skulls and circling gulls, chaotic lulls ring out aloud as arachnid razor blades slice thru your eyes!!
Massacre: can you feel it now?!
Premature Ejaculation Radical muscle contraction
Feel your legs constrict
As your muscles rip!
Convulse! Electro-convulsion...
Find a mirror reflection- is it really you?
Hydrogen peroxide: We could stand to learn a thing or two
From a creature like you...
Convulse! Electro-convulsion...
Electricity pumps thru your frail body
Skin: does it crawl?
Skin: does it burn? Speak!: does it hurt?
Does this hurt?!
Convulse...
Just you relax, now: We'll make it all better...
Spread your wings & die
Come Rabbi (MUSIC:Chal./Emily/Alia)
Come here to come back in this room again
I've come to come to grips with coming back down again
Not for lack of a better word, my friend
Ooo: I'm doing fine
When silver circles cross in blood
When rabbi bows his head
I've come to come to terms with Nothingness
And so I meet the banshee's smile again
And all I need now is a little time
To breathe the air, and I'll be fine
The taste of pain is on my lips
With everything it hurts to change
Altho I feel the pain, it's all around
Ooo: I'm doing fine
When silver circles cross in blood
When rabbi bows his head
Ooo: I'm doing fine
La Bás... {Down There} Like souls trapped in isolation
She holds me down by a lock of my hair
I want you, I want the fire
As it dances across my flesh
Burning pain, oh so sweet!
Burning pain, ecstacy
Burning pain shoots from my feet
Down here in Hell, where the pain and bliss meet
I want you, I want the fire
As it dances across my chest
I submit, I can taste the whip,
Jesus condemns me this bliss...
Another Scratch Of Silence (MUSIC:Chal./Lov. LYRICS:Lov.)
The devoured child lay one with the Sun,
Only that the Sun is no longer devoured, and the child lay now, smouldered in shame
The numb hour creeps down my surmise, but never rides upon the whispers end
May I only wish to touch the hollow children upon my hand, to scratch the silence from their very words?
She burns this knidles night to ash, smouldered ashes, ageless life, for I will never return to my hour of numbness
Death, the shadows of sense fade to nothingness
And I am dead in the sense of rejoice
Elastic soldiers feast upon the worn sleeves of languid garb
Only that I see that which is blind
And that which cannot bear to be seen...
And there is nothing between my surmise and the barren figure draped upon the Sun
For I will never remember the deathly sight of Love...
Making Love To Death naked.
exposed.
vulnerable.
bask in the warmth,
then feel the dissolution (and the disillusion)
semen splatters against the bedpost
my hands get cleaner, while your hands get dirtier
it happened here by far the worst
christ won't forgive me this thrice-cursed thirst
say the word, and I will cure thee this sickness of thy soul.
I share myself, does it taste like flame?
I share my lust, can you taste the Pain?
I share my soul, when you're not around
I share my blood, but never make a sound...
It's not the having, too wrapped up in the getting to ever really care for you!
Stretched out spread-eagle on her Bed of Fire, the Lupus in homid garb
The Wolf struggles with Lady Death, but submits in the end, the Beasts of the World must die
And I can bind myself with someone elses hands
Death never abandons you, Death never lies to you
I come to her, I come to her, but I know there's nothing mutual
Fickle in her fancy, she comes for everyone, fickle in her fancy, yet the only thing sure!
Dreams of love, like a lonely cub beneath the skin, I come to her
Come lay with me, come stay with me
Trust in only her... inevitability!
Love is a lie!
Life is a lie!
Get the hell back!
Just fuck off and die!
Wilting This god is falling down
This world is cracking up
This soul is drifting off
This love is dying fast
This candle's burning out
This water's slipping thru bent fingers
This Sun is fading black
This ship is sinking down
These sunflowers are wilting in the kitchen
Fuck Your Gender And without that cloak, you're the same as me
And there is no difference between the sexes
And I piss on your silly gender roles
Because a person is a person, not a sex!
And you can act this way or that because they teach you to
But I don't want to take that kind of pressure
"It's like if I love somebody, then all of me will flow out like water out of a river, and there'll be nothing left..."
-Rollo May, The Discovery of Being
My undying gratitude be to Her Unholy Eminence, the eternal Lady Death.
All things are honoured eventually to taste the bitter-sweet sting of Her scourge!
the Nemo-Dog in 1994 (during this album):
Chaleptimos: Guitar, Bass, Keys, Vox, Perc, Drawing, Mixing &c.
Loviatar: Guitar, Bass, Keys, &c.
Dishonor (in a larval state): drums, vox, &c.
Sunspider: Perc, Keys, Guitar, &c.
Walter Douglass: Keys, Mixing, Unconscious "Issues"...
Alia Weiner: Vox, Mutant Slaying
Emily Bishop: Vox
Clint Levering: A Name I Made Up
Jezebel: Guitar, Masturbation
Tanya Kravitz: Photography
Patrick Collins: Roadie
April Kim: Photography
Crystal: Moderately supportive
*To be in-the-know about the Nemo-Dog goings on, or to get
albums/stickers/assorted garbage, write
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