Names count Hell
I'll be your host this evening/
Pulse so loud
It sounds like your throat is screaming/
Welcome to my home
Yeah I know its creepy/
Freezing cold, long road with a stone ceiling/
No guest of mines will come to harm/
I wait for sunsets
Don't trust alarms/
Either travel by train, or carried on ships/
Inna crate full of dirt
Buried to wake all pissed/
Last of my race
here to taste yall fear/
Ears pierce soon as the pain make yall yell/
Basement maids
Tend to the rotten failed/
Corpses I trained
Stocked in a block cell/
Don't cry for a once married man/
Whose Mary Anne miss
Took an over cliff trip/
I'm very sorry sir, she does look lovely/
Do you have any children?
No Dennis!/
No one to finish/
Alone centuries frozen by guilt
It's all my fault do you understand me?/
Please charish ya wife
My need to feed cost me life/
Words shock like god smite it/
Mind controls easy
I think and become yall pilot/
Zombie breed king death
Army beads seem French/
If your gonna shave
Please swing gentle/
Take down mirrors hung
Please be civil/
Only ink written letters
Don't cheat me pencil/
First thoughts should come from the heart/
Twice ya company
Cook ya own breakfast/
Early birds get the worm while I slept in/
A stunning journey through Detroit's Black musical traditions from one of the city's longtime beat music stalwarts. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2022