REALICIDE

misc. songs prior to “THE SHIT PUNX HATE” album…

 

"HEADS DOWN" WILLSMASHER (for Apop Records “obedience” compilation)

Remember in elementary school you’d have to put your head on your desk until shit was calmed down to the teacher’s liking?

 

forced to behave

forced to respect

educated by threats

numbed to near-death

 

"children behave

be bleak like me and your mom"

control your loves and your hates

little fucking bleeding timebombs

 

forced

forced

broken

all shit

fucked like clockwork in childhood

adulthood a fucking given

dried up

controled

all shit

"heads down"

 

 

KILLED BY GABBER (for “Shred Your Body” tape)

This is alternate version of “EZ cum EZ go” from about a year prior.

 

i'd kiss your feet as you walk on my face

and wear the small clothes that once contained your parts

finally able to cum unlike your young cunt

more than romantic and much more than you are

a

self-desecrated succubus tease with nothing to say

sloth-ridden candy

sleeping stunted starving away

throughout your life and your candy turns from sticky to stale

the inertia of a rapist runs up into your future

 

yo i've learned to shed my skin

and my misery can change day by day

games just don't mean shit to me

and play no role in what i have to say

 

i want to be killed by gabber

so come with me sweet candy, sweet heart

we're gonna die

and you know you're lying to me when you say that you will follow

so alone i'm killed by gabber!

yeah e-z cum e-z fucking go!

 

ENEMY OF GLAM NOISE (for “Let’s Do This Shit” mix)

This song is about noticing how hollow or content-less much of noise music is.

 

why are you doing this

just another trend

unjustifiable

empty, paper-thin

 

glamour noise fuck off

don't say shit you don't mean

untrue to yourself

and misrepresenting what's real

 

fashion noise - fuck off

 

 

KAMIKAZE HUNT (for “Let’s Do This Shit” mix)

This was recorded right before the first solo tour in 2004; it’s about looking desperately for something and the anxiety within that process.

 

only hypothetical

and not worth some kamikaze hunt

looking for what

looking for an exotic place to know about misery and near-death

i don't have anybody with me

my cide is a kamikaze hunt

anti-hypothetical and actual

although i'm gonna die out here

 

i have to be somewhere when i die

anti-hypothetical

 

... some form of worth

wasting my time

kamikaze

misery-hell

 

lonliness-hell

hypothetical but becoming real

so real, so real

without-worth-hell

 

 

YALL AINT BRUTAL QUIT FRONTIN (for “Let’s Do This Shit” mix)

…about flying out to San Francisco in 2004 and thowing a chair at a “macho insecurity” asshole during my 10 minute performance.

 

phony brutal bullshit

you're quiet

you're all hype

 

cunts - sitting in chairs

macho cunt - get nailed by a chair<

cunts - fucking scared, timid, all talk

"get bucked and ask why"

 

 

I HATE MUSEUMS (for “Let’s Do This Shit” mix)

…about when I was a security guard at an art museum and growing to realize how worthless the place actually was.

 

self-congradulatory ancestoral masterbation

your roots curated by rich cocksuckers

with no perspective that can represent anyone's life

 

i hate museums

they are opposed to life

burn and smash museums from the inside out

don't collect shit you can't live by please!

 

 

IN THIS SHIT WORLD (for “Hentai Gore Fall 2004” cd)

This one is about the depression I experienced after touring solo across the states and feeling like art had let me down as a substitute for love and life, which it had, among the more obvious depression of doubting my ability to emotionally connect with anybody truly. This intense hopelessness is why The New Flesh asked me to sing it over one of their songs, later appearing on their 7” in early 2006.

 

I tried and I tried and I tried until my voice was gone

and my guts were bled dry

to secure my future with somebody that was worth living for

a pure and endless love unconditional and everplentiful love for someone

no this shit has failed and I found out

it's what I'll want but I won't have

so I'll settle for somebody who will make me sick everyday

and somebody I cannot relate to in any way

she will never understand the words I say

and when I stare I look straight through this girl at a wall

and that's the best now and I'll be staring at a wall

"if I can't have what I want I don't want anything"

so why are you are

why am I trying to touch you

in this shit world we touch eachother but cannot love eachother

I will shave away my years with girls that secretly don't mean anything to me

 

music is the absence of love

everything I do is an expression of pain

every choice I make results in pain

so perverve, life is an expression of sadness

but even more perverse - the life spent concealing sadness

and denying the absence of love

 

 

I SHOULD HAVE DIED (for “Kamikaze HK” tape)

…about wondering if I should’ve let myself bleed to death the summer of 2003 because it was such a moment of clarity in some ways.

 

i've absolutely never felt more since the day i threw my body away

never more convinced

never more for sure

never more on top ready to die

one act says everything i've wanted to tell anybody

 

and since then i've only known less

never more convinced

never more convinced

the day i was ready to die

 

 

ART PALACE FOSSIL-FUCKERS! (live shows summer 2005)

Another one about the Cincinnati Art Museum, which I found was just a front of culture to preserve local aristocracies.

 

purposeless outside of pushing a class system

feudalist perverts with more money than they know what to do with

don't talk down to me, you fossil, you old fucker

don't talk to me, you're a disease

 

in my eyes you can't buy worth

all you've bought yourself is bad taste

an embarassment to life itself

 

 

WAY TO ROCK YOU COCKSUCKING LAMERS! (live shows summer 2005)

This song is about a place we used to not be welcome to play called Sudsy Malone’s, a local bar featuring “heavy metal karaoke”.

 

cincinnati yeah! cocksuckers in cowboy hats

try to cash in on retro jokes

look! your club is a joke

it has nothing to do with anybody

what are you... whoa! entertainment!

well we are not amused

cincinnati! karioke! yeah!

worse than cover bands

 

 

KILL EACHOTHER SOMEPLACE ELSE! (live shows summer 2005)

This is about the time Swill’s face got smashed and poured out blood in Michigan at a really socially pathetic house show.

 

"macho insecurity, you can't stand yourself"

 

i never want to make music that will appeal to redneck jocks in polo shirts

get that hatemonger shit out of here

go kill eachother someplace else

don't get me wrong it'll be great when you're all dead

but we can't let you fuck us up in the process

 

hey you big cowards

go die someplace else

with something to prove

like greedy animals ramming your heads and pissing on eachother

get the fkkkk out of here!

 

 

SLOW DEATH (live shows throughout 2005)

This song was performed acapella many times for about a year after a guy I knew named Harold Edwall killed himself.

 

he wanted a fast death, to take control

but he died slow

 

jumped a couple days after we had saw him play

then three fucking days into slow - death -

 

took control - power over one thing, power over something

of his own! slow - death -

 

hey man did you really wanna die

or did you want to feel alive

I know they're just about the same

you were a friend of mine taking some authority

cos who the fuck could really know your name

yeah hey what was his name

slow - death -

 

who am I to say there was a better way

but fuck man there must've been a better way

than waiting it out, with an element of regret

so I heard

 

waiting with regret

cracked apart, goodbye my friend

we wish you hadn't had to meet that slow death.

 

 

COLLEGE TOWNS (live shows fall 2005-06)

…about the dread of Cincinnati’s university expansion, hence destruction of some older neighborhoods, turning my hometown into more of a “college town” which I’d grown a strong distaste for living in Columbus Ohio on/off for a few years combined with seeing many college-dominated cities across the states; the stale and somehow strangely apathetic attitudes prevalent in them.

 

the demolition of cincinnati ohio

college town shit

choking on the grip of some aristocratic right wing bitch

 

this goes out to all our graffiti tagger terrorists

for all your different motives our differences are insignificant

cos they're tearing our whole city down

so lemme hear you say "fuck college towns"

 

build up something for today to make us real and feel alive

fucking punks and ravers hardcore 2005

not retro like the papers say and the stale old bastards in power decide

they want you impotent and institutionalized

 

this goes out to every kid who's stealing food and clothes

they know - what's right and fucking wrong so take from walmart

instead of getting shot over dope

take what you fucking need

and take a gaping bite that'll last you into tomarrow

 

this is my home

turned the fkkkk upside down

evacuated

"fuck college towns"

 

 

CRITICAL (live shows early 2005)

Written and performed immediately after Harold’s death as a way to let myself think from a number of angles what it means to die or to experience a friend die.

 

my friend give me your pain

I, real death

my ability to change

 

anti-hypothetical death

critical change

critical

 

now you know what we all want to know

 

you jumped

you died

 

and I'll always be on your cide

exit this shit world

we're still always on your cide

realicide youth

your ability to change

 

 

END OF SUMMER CUM WITH ME (MY HOSPITAL) (live shows summer 2005)

This is an alternate version of “Perfect Prized Possession” from quite a bit earlier. This was performed accompanied by Aaron Quinn’s harsh noise setup.

 

lying there beside the secret memory of the time you slept in my bed

and though clothed the contact of your skin was undeniable

you did not know that when you woke and went to shower

I stood up and I came hard in the corner of the room instantly,

pretending that I could know the dripping grip of your pussy

and the sound of your voice when you cum for the first time...

 

I swear I know it woulda been the first time.

 

and I'da killed any muggerfucker who had tried before and failed

I have an endless hate for anyone who has ever tried to touch you

oh I wanted to be touching you that day...

 

if I can't touch you, I don't want to live

and spend my days wishing to die

maybe someday I can get the shit it takes

to leave the world, the life, the pain, the body behind

yeah you can call me candy destroyer, you can can me slut

if ya wanna make me live a dream

but wherever you're sleeping with your legs wide open

that is fucking what I want but that's where I'm never gonna be

I don't wanna breathe, I don't wanna see you in arm's reach

(if I can't have what I want) I don't want anything. 

 

 

DRUNKEN SUICIDE (live shows fall 2004)

This is about a maddening want that lingered in me within a certain emotional situation for a while.

 

stabbed with blood

drops of your blood

exit the earth

fall inside my heart

 

some things i keep safe

and some things i let rot

your hands i keep safe!

and my hands i let rot!

 

even after your face is torn off on the street

i'll want want want want!

 

cut off your hands

cut off your face

 

sacrfice - open eyes

grinding out my only wish

"blood is like wine

unconscious all the time

if i had it all again i'd change it all"

 

open eyes - drunk for my own exit

surpass

surpass value and protected life

leave

leave behind scraps of my body

that tiny shell, my body

 

 

DRUNKEN SUICIDE II (live shows fall 2004)

Another piece about mental deterioration, and based on a particular happy hardcore track I’d been listening to a lot (one of many).

 

stabbed with blood

your tiny shell wrung out before me

so young but you force me to cum

 

in my dreams

in my dreams

in my dreams you will be

wrung out before me

your cum drips inside me

but when i wake

your life it shakes and trembles every drop of your blood

exits your body

torn off on the street

 

escape myself

escape myself

taking too long

i cannot give any more

i want

i want

and i'm gonna escape myself

 

 

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