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Cease to Exist
02:54
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CEASE TO EXIST
At death’s door, now fading fast
I’m done for, on the wrong side of the grass
I’ve pegged out, exhaled my last
There’s no doubt, on the wrong side of the grass
I’m brown bread, six feet of soil
For pine bed, shuffled off this mortal coil
I’ve snuffed it, the flesh to spoil
My obit, shuffled off this mortal coil
Therapists quickly misread
Say that it’s all in my head
No use to resist, I’m dismissed
I’ve ceased to exist…I’ve ceased to exist
It’s curtains, for this host
I’m certain, I have given up the ghost
My swan song, so make your toast
I’m long gone, I have given up the ghost
Narcotics forcing my sleep
Encouraged to count black sheep
No use to resist, I’m dismissed
I’ve ceased to exist…I’ve ceased to exist
The big sleep, has eclipsed
This trash heap, folded up and cashed my chips
I’ve succumbed, came to grips
My outcome, folded up and cashed my chips
And no one’s turned up to grieve
That’s why I tend to believe
No use to resist, I’m dismissed
I’ve ceased to exist…I’ve ceased to exist
R Bell 5-31-2020
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Guttersnipe
02:28
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GUTTERSNIPE
INTRO STARTS SLOW, PICKS UP AT 3*-
8* INST
Miss disheveled has bedeviled. Miss unkempt does tempt
Dilapidated dames I’ve dated knew nothing but contempt
Now I’m done searchin’ for my urchin. Miss shabby chic to cheek
Tatterdemalion tamed this stallion, her mess possess mystique
She’s guttersnipe… just my type
BREAK (4*)
Slovenly’s the one for me. My fair ‘worse for wear’
Tamed tarnished tart who won my heart, no chaste chick can compare
She’s guttersnipe… just my type
Miss muddy mess, darling of dirty deeds
Honey, how you make me need
SOLO (8*)
Miss disheveled has bedeviled. Miss unkempt does tempt
Dilapidated dames I’ve dated knew nothing but contempt
Slovenly’s the one for me. My fair ‘worse for wear’
Tamed tarnished tart has won my heart, no clean cut can compare
She’s guttersnipe… just my type
Shambolic sister, befouled has beguiled
Damn, darlin’, you drive me wild
R Bell 6-1-2020
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Tapeworm
02:55
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TAPEWORM
Eating the flesh undercooked
Infected meat overlooked
Grow in intestines of host
The parasites are diagnosed
Intent to carry full term
Bundle of joy, this tapeworm
Blessing to cure excess weight
Patience to let it gestate
As we procure, feed to mature,
this once obscure, now haute couture
Almighty spore all carnivores now clamor for
Demands follow womanhood
Small price to pay to look good
Pressures of peers plays its part
We must suffer for our art
As we procure, feed to mature,
this once obscure, now haute couture
Almighty spore all carnivores now clamor for
Eating the flesh undercooked
Infected meat overlooked
Grow in intestines of host
The parasites are diagnosed, the parasites are diagnosed
As we procure, feed to mature,
this once obscure, now haute couture
Almighty spore all carnivores now clamor for
R. Bell 11/27/20
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We Are The Disease
03:14
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WE ARE THE DISEASE
Azrael rides his pale horse throughout the streets
Passing piles of folks without name, draped in sheets
The din of industry, the sin of men like me
Slowly fades into memory
So nature pushes through the pavement, day by day
Reclaiming rights to her lands, long taken away
The earth slowly awakes, and forcibly retakes
Correcting our past mistakes
And we are the disease….so says the diocese
Azrael rides his pale horse throughout the streets
Passing piles of folks without name, draped in sheets
The din of industry, the sin of men like me
Slowly fades into memory
So nature pushes through the pavement, day by day
Reclaiming rights to her lands, long taken away
The earth slowly awakes, and forcibly retakes
Correcting our past mistakes
And we are the disease….no savior to appease
R. Bell 3/21/20
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Phantom Limbs
02:37
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Phantom Limbs
Said it’s his last score A point of contention
Her wishes ignored He had no intention
He put in the hours Picked out his pseudonym
Learned to hone his powers Using his phantom limbs
Using his phantom limbs
Double amputee Discovered his control
Science disagrees Therein lies his loophole
Death and he detached Reasoning bedim
Dearly drawn to dispatch Swinging his phantom limbs
Swinging his phantom limbs
Bumping off his whore Garroting his crew
Cops could not ignore Nor could they follow through
Was wanted statewide Though future forecast grim
Hooked hailing a ride Dragged by his phantom limbs
Dragged by his phantom limbs
R Bell 12/10/2020
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Howl
03:26
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HOWL
I await the day they drop the bomb. I await the day they drop the bomb
Perhaps a little storm will bring some calm
I await the day they drop the bomb
Riot is language of the unheard. Riot is language of the unheard
Nothing changes and they’re undeterred
Riot is language of the unheard
So they howl, bay, bark, growl
They assail, scream, shriek, wail
And they yell, roar, raise hell
Faith is fowled, so they howl
Propaganda designed to distract. Propaganda designed to distract
Undismayed, ‘cause they’re not swayed by facts
Propaganda designed to distract
In my thoughts, I’m caught burning it down. In my thoughts, I’m caught burning it down
Vote him out, elect another clown
In my thoughts, I’m caught burning it down
While they howl, bay, bark, growl
They assail, scream, shriek, wail
And they yell, roar, raise hell
Faith is fowled, so they howl
Spirit staid, I’m not afraid to pass. Spirit staid, I’m not afraid to pass
Genus pan replacing man en masse
Spirit staid, I’m not afraid to pass
As they howl, bay, bark, growl
They assail, scream, shriek, wail
And they yell, roar, raise hell
Faith is fowled, so they howl
I await the day they drop the bomb
R Bell 1-19-2021
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Tabula Rasa
02:45
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TABULA RASA
I got nothing- well, I’m officially tapped
Through this duration, needed inspiration
Now switched gears and learned to adapt
‘Cause I’m tired- and nothing’s coming, I find
A fiery ambition is curbed on suspicion
That my best years are far behind
I’m a blank mind, I’m a blank mind, I’m a blank mind
Tabula rasa, waits for experience
A group of lyrics, longing to be writ
Aristotle preached no prior sapience
And Plato’s full of shit
And so I’m spent- exploited all that I am
Pray this deity will do something for me
But he doesn’t give a goddamn
So now I’m done- my drive’s about to abate
Verse satisfying should not be this trying
‘Cause all I want is to create
I’m a clean slate, I’m a clean slate, I’m a clean slate
Tabula rasa, waits for experience
A group of lyrics, longing to be writ
Aristotle preached no prior sapience
And Plato’s full of shit
SOLO
Tabula rasa, waits for experience
A group of lyrics, longing to be writ
Aristotle preached no prior sapience
And Plato’s full of shit
R Bell 4/7/20
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Tainting The Crime Scene
03:07
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TAINTING THE CRIME SCENE
I’ll be your alibi. Reason you’re innocent
They’d love to crucify, but not with my consent
Rule of law, grasping at straws
And they know you can’t afford someone to represent
so we must circumvent
I’ll thwart their narrative, have them question the case
It’s an imperative, that all ties are effaced
Compromised scene by any means
Discredit witnesses that threaten our defense
Their story, a pretense
Tainting the crime scene. Create a smoke screen
Corrupt cop workshop toils for you
Wiping the prints clean. Douse in gasoline
Then seal the records when we’re through
Let jurors drown in doubt. Charges inadequate
The rule of law cops flout, evidence they omit
Their derelict rush to convict
Will work against them for double indemnity
Insuring you’ll go free
Tainting the crime scene. Create a smoke screen
Dirty cop handbook 101
Wiping the prints clean. Douse in gasoline
Then seal the records when we’re done
Tainting the crime scene. Create a smoke screen
Corrupt cop workshop toils for you
Wiping the prints clean. Douse in gasoline
Then seal the records when we’re through
R. Bell 3/28/20
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Anyone Can Hypnotize
04:02
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ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE
I’ve got startling secrets to show you
Make people obey your commands
Strengthen your memory, develop a strong personality
Impressing your friends- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE
A trance free from your subjects knowing
And no added training or college
Want someone to do just what you want them to
And all without that person’s knowledge- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE
The thrill of imposing your will
The thrill of imposing your will on someone
Devilish fun
Turn women into helpless robots
Feed desire with your mystic eye
They may have dismissed, but now cannot resist
Money back if you’re not satisfied- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE
The thrill of imposing your will
The thrill of imposing your will on someone
Devilish fun
I’ve got startling secrets to show you
Enemies now make amends
Strengthen your memory, feign personality
All the while impressing your friends- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE
ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE, ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE
R. Bell 3/22/20
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Prison Wallet
03:08
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Prison Wallet
Once a name, the extoller
Now in shame, for white collar
Embezzlement will get you ten
Privileged breed, the fortunate
Dirty deeds, now an inmate
No special cells for businessmen
Sheltered from the scumbags, agreed to be a bum bag
Prison wallet, smuggler on demand, concealing contraband
Prison wallet, so evolved the mule. Body the vestibule
Prison wallet, sure to clip your wings if you decide to sing
Got no reservations practicing self-preservation
Once a name, corporate liar
Steeped in shame, now required
Penance for sins and good will spent
Known inside, pulling some strings
Point of pride, he can get things
As long as you can shake the scent
Caught up in a fed sting, resulting in keistering
Prison wallet, smuggler on demand, concealing contraband
Prison wallet, so evolved the mule. Body the vestibule
Prison wallet, sure to clip your wing, if you decide to sing
Got no reservations practicing self-preservation
Prison wallet, smuggler on demand, concealing contraband
Prison wallet, so evolved the mule. Body the vestibule
Prison wallet, sure to clip your wings if you decide to sing
Got no reservations practicing self-preservation
R Bell 1/12/2021
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13 Reasons Why She’s Gone
I am constantly awed
By my talent to firmly plant both my feet inside of my craw
Seems like I’m poised to win
But then my mouth, it has a tendency to screw it up again
I believe I’m cursed, I’ve got bad luck in spades
Suffer a touch of voodoo ‘neath my shoulder blades
I’ve got my share of chain letters, I did not respond
I’m just jinxed, I’m not unlovable…
And there’s thirteen reasons why she’s gone
Ever since childhood
I’ve had a knack, call it payback, attracting more harm than good
Guess you’d call it a gift
Distance from bliss to animus arriving short and swift
I come across as dangerous, smote by God’s own wrath
Saw my doppelganger, broke the mirror in the bath
Apparently, I spilled the salt on our date, whereupon
A black cat crossed my path under the ladder
Thirteen reasons why she’s gone
Do believe I’m cursed, I’ve got bad luck in spades
Suffer from a touch of voodoo ‘neath shoulder blades
I’ve got my share of chain letters, I did not respond
I’m just jinxed, I’m not unlovable…
And there’s thirteen reasons why she’s gone
Thirteen reasons why she’s gone
R Bell 4/23/20
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The Mark Of Cain
02:22
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THE MARK OF CAIN
Know The status quo
Has now expired Earth’s on fire
Bleak Without critique
Believe the lies Let’s improvise
Bound And dragged around
All to curtail A coffin nail
Begin the shut in. Now’s the time, turn to sin, keeps us sane
Sex, decompress. No reason to suppress, we’re detained
EMBRACE THE MARK OF CAIN
Guilt, Shame the church built
Their power play, dies and decays
Fault, For this assault
Keeps you in line, through their decline
Wrong, Strung you along
You’re bound for hell, Might as well
Fey now gives way. Thoughts bordering risqué, once profane
Dire now inspires. Let’s perspire, this may all be in vain
EMBRACE THE MARK OF CAIN
Hate May motivate
Some carnal lust If we must
Duress Cause to confess
Bad things we do When it’s through
Need For a misdeed
Takes precedence Just makes sense
Begin the shut in
Now’s the time, turn to sin, keeps us sane
Sex, decompress
No reason to suppress, we’re detained
EMBRACE THE MARK OF CAIN
R. Bell 3/25/20
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Our Song
03:29
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OUR SONG
Don’t mean to sound like a broken ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh record
What we got’s not in a groove
The melody is all but ig-ig-ig-ig-ig ignored
Those hooks just don’t make me move
Your refrain…it sustains…my migraine
Our fights build in a resounding cre-cre-cre-cre-cre crescendo
But we just can’t catch the beat
This outro’s totally in-in-in-in-in innuendo
Got no chorus to repeat
Your accent…it frequents…my torment
STACCATO OBLIGATO (performed sharply, detached from the other- instrumental part, not omitted)
MORIBUND OSTINADO (In terminal decline- continually repeated musical phrase)
MUCH TOO LONG, THAT’S BEEN OUR SONG
OUR RONDO RALLENTANDO (last movement- slowing down)
FERMATA ALLARGANDO (holding the note longer than the value- decreasing tempo, broadening)
RIGHT OR WRONG, WE SING ALONG
Don’t mean to sound like a broken ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh record
What we got’s not in a groove
The melody is all but ig-ig-ig-ig-ig ignored
Those hooks just don’t make me move
Your refrain…it sustains…my migraine
STACCATO OBLIGATO (performed sharply, detached from the other- instrumental part, not omitted)
MORIBUND OSTINADO (In terminal decline- continually repeated musical phrase)
MUCH TOO LONG, THAT’S BEEN OUR SONG
OUR RONDO RALLENTANDO (last movement- slowing down)
FERMATA ALLARGANDO (holding the note longer than the value- decreasing tempo, broadening)
RIGHT OR WRONG, WE SING ALONG
Your tone dissonant, plays off confident
My end unresolved, your tastes have evolved
Last words resonate, so I abdicate
I may be atonal, or you’re just hormonal
R Bell 5-31-2020
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The Prose Of Cons
02:41
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The Prose of Cons
Mortal man had served his God, the life he lived devout
Until the times tested his faith, and left him full of doubt
He felt that he had quite enough and climbed the highest peak
So that he may vent his rage, then proceeded to speak
Man asked God about his love, “so why’d she have to die?”
The lord replied, “this shit’s not easy, like to see you try”
“And what of famine and disease, what of suffering, of war”
The Lord said, “I’m immortal and I tend to get bored”
“Is there no end to these atrocities we don’t deserve”
God said “that’s all your doing son, I only observe”
Conversation confirms speculation….
Grief directly feeds belief
“Please help me understand, you’re love omnipotent”
The lord spoke back, “what do you think, that Mary gave consent?”
“Jesus conceived by rape, and not a love from thee?”
Jehova jeered, “she liked it, and she did submit to me
It’s you who sing the psalms, carry on like perfect pawns
Doin’ your worst while quoting verse, reciting prose of cons”
Boundless powers, the weak get devoured…
Shame explains his acclaim
So you just sit and witness cruelty unjustified
While we are tasked to receive reward only once we’ve died
Man said, “I’ve spent my entire life trying to satisfy
A deity that doesn’t care for me, it’s all a lie
My hope, it grows, although Lord knows, some may see a setback
I gather all the power I gave to you and take it back”
Goddamn…I said Goddamn… I said Goddamn…I Said God…
R. Bell 3/28/2021
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