Abramelin on the Disco Floor (After The Trammps)

Burn, burn, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn, burning

Oh how the disco ball flickers when night descends,
Everybody’s drawin’ circles on the dance floor.
Incantations spoken low – the rite begins,
Something waits behind the backstage door.

Frankincense to cleanse, myrrh to sanctify,
Cinnamon and oil mark your brow.
Stars above bear witness as you hope to fly,
Every single funky step a sacred vow.

Burn, baby, burn — let the ego fall,
Burn, baby, burn — hear your angel’s call!
Burn, baby, burn — no self at all,
Burn, baby, burn — ’til the walls dissolve!

Symbols expand – wide and deep,
Every type of ‘gram is cast around.
Dancing for secrets that the angels keep,
They’re right above you in their disco gowns.

{Super funky bass groove right hurr}

Chalk and ash laid down to help the spirits move,
Holy names invoked to dance possessed.
In this sacred space using dance hall groove,
Every drop of sweat building a world so blessed. OW!

Burn, baby, burn — let the ego fall,
Burn, baby, burn — hear your angel’s call!
Burn, baby, burn — no self at all,
Burn, baby, burn — ’til the walls dissolve!

{To the bridge:}

Look within, nothing’s hidden,
The only time you got to see is now.
Serpent rising here, as if bidden,
Let the holy fire burn, burn it – burn it down!

Burn, baby, burn — let the ego fall,
Burn, baby, burn — hear your angel’s call!
Burn, baby, burn — no self at all,
Burn, baby, burn — ’til the walls dissolve!

{Guitar solo, then to bass and drums before guitar comes back gently like a consolation}

In the silence you can hear all that’s been told,
Your angel’s voice so confident, so soft and bold.
The ashes cool to embers while we grow old,
But then the flame kicks up to keep away the cold and

Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn, burning burning
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn, burning burning burning {Fade}

Abramelin on the Disco Floor (After The Trammps)

Nojales, Mexico

Down to Nogales, Mexico
That’s where my exes go
They started
a club in my name

They sing sad pretty songs
‘Bout how I done ‘em wrong
And they’re better
Without me they claim

I know that they’re right
And on nights like tonight
My head hangs
Heavy with shame

Now when I met dear Shirl
I promised the world
I was young and so
Full of myself

But then that promise came due
And I had not one clue
So Shirl packed up
And moved south

Down to Nogales, Mexico
Where all my exes go
They started
a club in my name

They sing sad pretty songs
‘Bout how I done ‘em wrong
And they’re better
without me they claim

I first saw sweet Renee
At the old cabaret
She was singing
And dancing so fair

She swept me off my feet
But in less than two weeks
She was breathing
That warm, Sonoran air

In Nogales Mexico
Where all my exes go
They started
a club in my name

They sing sad pretty songs
‘Bout how I done ‘em wrong
And they’re better
without me they claim

I know that they’re right

And I know I done wrong

Yet I still can’t say why

So I’m singing this song about

Nogales Mexico
Where all my exes go
They started
a club in my name

They sing sad pretty songs
‘Bout how I done ‘em wrong
And they’re better
without me they claim

Yeah, they’re better
Without me they claim







Nojales, Mexico

Headlines

My wife
don’t like
my singing

She says boy
you never could
hold a tune

Well I
got news for
you darling

I’m singing
outta tune
just for you

And my wife
she don’t like
my dancin’

She says boy
your body just
cain’t bust moves

Well I
got news for
you darling

These off-rhythm
moves they’re
for you

Now my wife
she’s pretty
and she’s awful smart

And my wife
she’s strong
and she’s true

But my wife
didn’t know
that I got no real talent
until after she told me
I do

My wife
she don’t like
my writin’

She says boy
your plots never
ring that true

Well I
got news for
you darling

I’m plottin’
and I’m schemin’
for you

And my wife
she don’t like
my drawin’

She says boy
you don’t see
green from blue

Well I
got news for
you darling

I’m drawin’ green skies
and blue trees
for you

Now my wife
she’s pretty
and she’s awful smart

And my wife
she’s strong
and she’s true

But my wife
didn’t know
that I got no real talent
until after she told me
I do

That’s right
she didn’t know
that I ain’t got no nothing
until after she told me
I do





Headlines

Limb From Limb

I don’t know
if we’re gonna make it
through the night
I don’t know
if we’re gonna make it
through the night
I said, I don’t know
if we’re gonna make it
through the night
But I know for sure
that I’ll be waiting for you
in the light

Well I never thought
they’d find us
in this old ghost town
Well I never thought
they’d find us
in this old ghost town
I surely never thought
that they’d find us
in this old ghost town
Now they got us holed up
stranded
and they’re all around

Do ya hear them out there
scratching
and clawing at the door
Do ya hear them out there
scratching
and clawing at the door
Aw can ya hear ‘em out there
scratching
and clawing at the door
I just cain’t bear
to sit here
listening no more

Girl I’m glad
I’ll be dying right here
next to you
Girl I’m glad
I’ll be dying right here
next to you
I tell ya girl I’m glad
I’ll be dying right here
next to you
And when they tear us
limb from limb
you’ll know it’s true

I don’t know
if we’re gonna make it
through the night
I don’t know
if we’re gonna make it
through the night
I said, I don’t know
if we’re gonna make it
through the night
But I know for sure
that I’ll be waiting for you
in the light
I do know for sure
that I’ll be waiting for you
in the light

Limb From Limb

Lunacies

Beneath the full moon's mirthless, 
mocking, mournful glow,
the wicked winds will whisper
while wrapping us in icy woes.
Winter's ill breaths (a steady knell)
portend slow death and coming shadows fell.

Oh, full moon,
your light feeds
this sorrow's bloom.
Keep from me
the frozen kiss
of your sweet and chilling lips.

This is the haunted chorus
of nature's cold abyss.

Frost-burned leaves
feed another funeral pyre.
Mother will weep
when she sees the child expire.
Moonlight highlights
every shallow grave so cold.
Winter’s tight grip keeps
the final tales untold.

Oh, full moon,
your light feeds
this sorrow's bloom.
Keep from me
the frozen kiss
of your sweet and chilling lips.

This is the haunted chorus
of nature's cold abyss.

Won’t you please stop singing to me
of nature’s cold abyss?
Lunacies

While the band played The Golden Eel


The whites
Of his eyes
Went wide

And the man
Fell silent
And still

We asked,
“Do you think
He’s dead?”

While the band played
The Golden Eel

The ones
Close to him,
They spread.

Save the young woman
Holding
his head.

We asked,
“Was it liquor
or pills?”

While the band played
The Golden Eel.

While the band played
The Golden Eel.

While the band played
The Golden Eel.

While the band played
The Golden Eel.

We saw
The gods’ wrath
Was quite real

The man
Stood and yelled,
“How I feel?!”

Then the man
Fell silent
And still

Yes, the man
Fell silent
And still



While the band played The Golden Eel

Werewolves on the Moon

(Verse 1)
🎶 There’s a party on the moon, you better beware,
Where the werewolves howl and dance without a care,
Underneath the solar glow, they howl and swoon,
Sunlit fur and teeth so sharp, it’s a cosmic cartoon! 🌕🐺

(Chorus)
🎶 Moon-dusted furballs dance along a lunar flight,
Werewolves on the moon, howl each and every night,
Moon-fed, moon-powered, wild and free,
Werewolves on the moon, werewolves they’ll always be! 🌕🐺

(Verse 2)
🎶 They’re lunar-lovin’ creatures, with a funky groove,
Silver fur and sick howls that’ll make you move,
Where the moon is always full, they really come alive,
In the crater disco hall, they jump and bite and jive! 🌕🕺

(Chorus)
🎶 Moon-dusted furballs dance along a lunar flight,
Werewolves on the moon, howl each and every night,
Moon-fed, moon-powered, wild and free,
Werewolves on the moon, werewolves they’ll always be! 🌕🐺

(Bridge)
🎶 They howl at the Earth, but the Earth is outta reach,
Living on the moon, they party on the lunar beach,
With every new sunrise, they howl at all the blinking stars,
Werewolves on the moon, where there’s always open bars! 🌕⭐️

(Verse 3)
🎶 So if you’re ever up there, on a lunar flight,
Watch out for werewolves dancing in the bright sunlight,
They’ll dance you into space with their howling growling tunes,
Werewolves on the moon, on the ever-lovin’ moon! 🌕🐺

(Chorus)
🎶 Moon-dusted furballs dance along a lunar flight,
Werewolves on the moon, howl each and every night,
Moon-fed, moon-powered, wild and free,
Werewolves on the moon, werewolves they’ll always be! 🌕🐺

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Werewolves on the Moon

A Song About Slime Molds as Anti-Capitalist Raconteurs

Living in a world fueled by greed,
Where people eat each other to fill a need.
There’s a form to emulate that’s older than old,
Slime mold, sticky hero, will never be bought or sold.

Slime mold power taking over the streets.
Slime mold power, it’s a capital defeat.
Slime mold power, the change we need.
Slime mold power, the revolution we should heed.

Seems a simple fungus fuming far from full, bright light.
Slime mold’s evolved to a state of frightening might.
Spreads over and over the waste left by human sprawl.
Unified, slimy slime hell-bent to cover it all.

Slime mold power taking over the streets.
Slime mold power, it’s a capital defeat.
Slime mold power, the change we need.
Slime mold power, the revolution we should heed.

Not just an ordinary mold.
A story that must spread to unfold,
Gelatinous beast of ever changing shape,
Cares not for class or creed while laying fools to waste.

Slime mold power taking over the streets.
Slime mold power, it’s a capital defeat.
Slime mold power, the change we need.
Slime mold power, the revolution we should heed.

Slime mold slime mold power is here to slip and say:
“Well-stuck together, no one can get in our way!”
Slime mold power, let it run and ring!
Slime mold power, let it stun and sing!

A Song About Slime Molds as Anti-Capitalist Raconteurs

Looking Out the Window

You wake
You move
You fall the fall that’s all
You see

You fly
You sleep
You fix the fix for what
You need

You look
You bend
You fight the fight until
You end

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

You know you know you made me cry!
But who’ll believe we’re breathing fire?

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?

Looking Out the Window