I step outside to crush the
Last causality,
Of a murder of crows
And as I sip honey whisky,
I notice a moth floating in
Damned despair!
I’m going to walk alone,
Alone to my grave.
I hear the flickers,
Of guiding blue flame.
I’m going to walk alone,
Alone to my grave.
I frantically defend my
Porcelain dolls,
From the merciless raping
Of the demon collector’s toy store
And his attempt to keep me
From darkness surely everlasting.
Wearing his very best,
The devil rode through Gallup
And I had one last
Stroll with death.
I conclude that the
Legions of shadow people
Of which stand helpless
In a burning infernal
Have no wisdom to offer
My other world journey!
A killer re-release of a rare solo post-punk LP from 1988 by the frontman of Taste of Decay and Garden of Pleasures. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2022