lyric: Cut Me

Okay, we laid down the bassline and the high end guitar. And I listened. I listened. Like H.R. Giger, who sprays his canvas with his airbrush and looks to see the monsters emerge. I won't say who or what i meditated on, but the lyric emerged, aggressively. Darkly, and with a strange violent sexuality to it.

It is subject to slight changes as we tailor the vocals, but I think this is sufficiently dark for the challange made. I am actually pleased with the integration of the lyric and the music. If we have it ready by tonight it may find its way into tonight's podcast, along with "Skyscraper Ambition", which came out quite nicely (although my friend Theo, in Hungary, says there's too much reverb).

Here it is:

Cut Me

cut me
cut me in my sleep
not too deep
just enough to see the welling red
bow your head
and drink my life
in tender sips
through tainted lips
and with gentle laps
of your soft warm tongue

cut me
cut me deep
in my sleep
so you can taste my iron
like a fantasy of Byron
dark you kiss
as you lick me dry
and then you try
to wake my cooling frame
so I might hold you in your pain

cut me
cut me with your blade
for memory made
when I have made you bleed
in feral need
to plunge my seed
deep inside your shell
my passions swell
when I feel you drink
and know your darkest lust


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Now I know why I have slipped into the shadows. It was necessary to write this. Thanks again to my preconscious, which always seems to know what is needed to create, even if it is not the most comfortable fit for streetwear.