Ultimate Decimation Blues

by Folkicide

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about

Recorded and engineered between July 31th and October 15th 2010 by Chubby Smith in his cornfield enshrouded Tractor Shed of Sight and Sound in Perry Kansas. Folkicide played guitar and extruded vocal noises. Chubby Smith provided feedback solos/electronic chaos on Weatherman and Bonnie Watson as well as bowed upright bass on Swiss. All songs written by Folkicide.

credits

released October 25, 2010

Special thanks to Anna (for putting up with this nonsense), This Is My Condition, Darrin Welch, David Moore and especially Elain McMilian, Steve Tulipana and Halcyon Rod and Terra for providing stages for my recitals. Optimism is cowardice!

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Track Name: Bonnie Watson
BONNIE WATSON
Watching the bones glowing in the flame
I missed the earthquake what a shame
Crematorium loud hum
Bombinate drown out ground motion

I don't know how you do what you do
She said wheeling a corpse through
The man who burnt the bodies up
Gathered up the ashes with a pail and a brush
And he put them in a contraption
Like a machine from Sherwin Williams
And when those shards to dust did turn
He'd dump them all into an urn
Mumbling maledictions at his choice of vocation

Upstairs we saw the green baby
This really freaked out Marc Tweed
We Crept by the tiny coffin
Filled with toys and depression

The Hearses Were Always Shiny
The Mortician Seemed Happy
I Really Dug the Silence
And the Sense of Reverence

I used to slack in the hall closet
Where all the records were kept
Books listing the casualties
Back to the 19th Century
Reading them I felt a sordid bliss
I can't believe I'm paid for this

Watching the bones glowing in the flame
I missed the earthquake what a shame
Watching the bodies glowing in the flame
I missed the earthquake what a shame

Pest Control at the Funeral Home. . .
Track Name: Genocide is Mean
GENOCIDE IS MEAN : )
Genocide is Mean
And you shouldn't commit it
Cause you'll hurt people's feelings

Genocide is bad and it makes people sad
And upsets the world community

Push the Jews into the sea
And hack up every Tutsi
Shiites slaying Sunnis
Duck here comes the Janjaweed

Genocide is wrong
But it don't take very long
To understand its popularity

Genocide is extreme
But it seems to be the means
For nations too express hostility

Push the Jews into the sea
And hack up every Tutsi
Shiites slaying Sunnis
Duck here comes the Janjaweed

Our chimpanzee ancestry
Displayed essential savagery
When stalking their enemy
Their violent escapades
Injected into our DNA
Survives to this very day

Genocide is cruel
But you would be a fool
To think it will ever go away

Genocide makes sense
Its the heart of darkness
That infects Humanity

Push the Jews into the sea
And hack up every Tutsi
Shiites slaying Sunnis
Duck here comes the Janjaweed

Hitler koo-koo as a clock
Stalin eyeing the Kulaks
Turks killing Armenians
Life devoid of reason
Track Name: Family Tree
FAMILY TREE
60,000 years ago
We left the motherland below
To spread our genes
A mixed blessing

For you and me. . .

30,000 years ago
We killed the last Neanderthal
Now we are free
To unleash hostility

Toward you and me. . .

2,000 years ago
We nailed God to a pole
How he did bleed
Hypothetically

For you and me. . .
Track Name: Beethovens are Very Rare
I feel puissant
Like a prepubescent
Contemplating his first ejaculation
My thoughts are swarming
Synapse deforming
Unnatural but seldom boring
Half hypnagogic
Quarter sardonic
The rest of them you might consider demonic

Do you know you're not special?
That's fine neither am I
Beethovens are very rare
And most of us do die
Maybe send some genes spinning relentlessly
In their dark majesty
Until the sun stops fusing and final entropy

We are abhorrent
But I can't ignore it
That just adds to the moment
My brain is needy
Glucose greedy
And I'm not sure that it needs me
Track Name: Decadent Chameleons
170 rows in the water
Triremes heading for the slaughter
We’ve done it once before
Smashed the Persian horde

Celebrate diversity
With French supplied machetes
Ethnicities a sore
Rotten to the core

We decorate our skin
Like decadent chameleons
Frozen in decline
The West has lost its mind

The war of all against all
Is kept at bay by the rule of law
Lest unleash all that’s foul
In the human animal

Give an American
Occam’s razor and then
Eventually they’ll slice
Their wrists and bleed and die
Track Name: Ultimate Decimation Blues
Orpheus I truly ain’t
But I can’t stop it seems too late
More booze!

The fact that we’re feeling fine
Blows my mind look at the time
We’re screwed!

I suggest annihilation is a no win situation
Blues
Utter obliteration, Ultimate Decimation
Blues

I would swim within your veins
Obtain a hemoglobin stain
Of you

Wolf if low, yeah, wolf if low, yeah
Wolf if low, a palindrome
Abused

I suggest annihilation is a no win situation
Blues
Utter obliteration, Ultimate Decimation
Blues
Track Name: Power to the People
Solitary poor, nasty brutish short. . .

Power to the people
A recipe for evil

People are not blank slates
That you can write beautiful things on
We are mostly morons

Power to the people
A recipe for evil

You and I and all are
Hateful animals
And we’ve got no souls

Power to the people
A recipe for evil
Track Name: Swiss
You are the one thing
That right now makes sense to me
Put up with my rants
Cigarette in your hands
We drink beer together
Eyes on the television

Seldom get angry
Though I can be lazy
I write these damn songs
While the bills pile up

You drove a long way
To move to my birth state
The people are ugly
No fish in Missouri
But we will escape
From the Midwest no way

Swiss if you died
In three seconds I’d find a way
To be with you under the dirt
There’s nothing in the Bible that says
I can’t kill myself
So if you passed I would follow you closely
Down
Track Name: PSA
The way you act you’d think we were
One public service announcement
From utopia

Nine out of ten times the cynic is right
Lord I’ve seen the light
And fuck it ain’t so bright

The way you act you’d think we were
One public service announcement
From utopia

Nine out of ten times the cynic is right
H.L. Mencken said, a pity that he’s dead
Because he’d love to see
In the 21st Century
That we’re batting ten out of ten. . .
Track Name: Weatherman
He wanted to be a weatherman
But he had 666 tattooed on his head
That didn’t fly very far
Meteorology and demonology
Don’t mix well I’ve been told

Worshiping Satan

Anton Lavey poster
On the wall
And tucked into his bed
A love doll
Grotesque puffy red lips
Why worship a devil
Who can’t get you a real female?
Doesn’t make much sense to me

Worshipping Satan

Man, your philosophy
Really sort of kind of seems
Juvenile at the very best
A dime store fascination with
An imaginary prince of darkness
Makes Christianity seem cool
Track Name: People Seldom Do What I want Them To
If you want to, we can fade away
If you care to, we can die today

I don’t want to seem
Narcissistic in extreme
But people seldom do what I want them to

If you wish to, we can dissipate
If you swear to, we can desegregate

I don’t want to seem
Narcissistic in extreme
But people seldom do what I want them to