Shitty Writing n02: This one is slightly less bad

Down came the man with the eye of the land 

Twirling his guns and taking upon him the dreams 

That the kids all sang about in the fire along the shore

And that the new king sought to destroy 

A bird flies over the tower of flame 

Signaling the arrival of a terrible sand 

A man ,unrivaled madness of canaan 

Said to have the power of the earth in his sight

A Lord, sitting upon the stand 

Frightening the kings with his sleight of hand

How can he see with one eye in the dark?

Asked the king about the patch over the lid

How can you aim when the trigger is on your head?

Asked the king who’s guards have fled

I am not the one that takes the shot 

Said the lord, settling on the spot

Take it upon yourself to right your wrong

And give your life to me, Avalon

For a live revolves around the actions 

And earth only forgives benefactors

A shot is heard, the king is dead

Revolver now sits upon the throne, a Lord of dread

The dreams live on, through the sound of thunder

As the Lords fly in, and give applause to their leader

The Overlord, sitting upon the mountain 

Retiring at last, for his wounds took him asunder 

It was time to make the system anew

And here, his role Revolver knew

The king of Avalon will become the highest Lord

And finally, his element-less powers won’t be ignored

But only one obstacle kept him from the throne of want

The Thunderlord, a man of insatiable heart 

Beloved by all, feared by most

The Thunderlord knew his time had come 

The Overlord will be chosen over the next one day

And the times would call upon a vote to pay

And as the night comes, the Revolver strolls near the river

Until he is approached by a smiling drifter

It was the Warlord, an old man with a senile smile

And the one to give the Revolver his one eye

It is time for you to take the crown

For I have no strength to fight the crowd 

The Thunderlord is beloved

But your aim is true

If the Lords see the bullets ripe with blood

Their fear will be your gratitude

The revolver stocked up on his trusty powder 

And called upon his rival Thunder

A smile, a hand shake 

A wish for the best man to win

A bullet rips, and he does not understand

The Revolver sees his blood on his hands

The eye screams for its maker 

And the Warlord comes to take plunder

The old body is no more, and the Revolver is not a Lord anymore

Thunder stands tall, over the mountain, as the Song sings the tune

Of the new Warlord, Revolved, and his rule

For the dead was done, and Thunder clapped

The Lords were to be no more, and the time of freedom rang true

Each bullet ripped through

The Flesh of the Lords

As thunder struck down their homes

And the screams of the Song called them home

Towards the fall to their doom

The trio stood atop the fallen bodies

As they have successfully won their war

The Thunderlord and The Revolver end their tale

With the Song singing of their betrayal for their use

The people are now free from the Lords

And the time has come for Men to choose

To live atop the fields of fray

And build the dreams of the children anew

Shitty writing n01; something i need to work on

Thus I have walked for miles and miles. Traversed the towns and mountains, fought the bandits and the wild, and slept under the stars. All of it for me to get here, and to see the place where I need be.

Then welcome be thee, man with a thousand trouble, and be seated in front of me with your hand on your heart and your eyes on my words. I wonder what brings such a weary soul to my abode.

Here I come, in the dusty road, finding no water and no gold. I only want to know where the castle once stood, and where the Lord makes his room above. Mine is to do and theirs is to die, for the kingdom shall rise from the ashes of the lie. 

This is not your first fight, but you should consider, that our Lord there is not one to wither. Other Lords might have fallen to your sword, but the cruel scene of the Kingdom of Fire is one to surely let your heart without desire. They fought you with knifes, they fought you with fire, but in here, our Lord only uses heavenly attire. He is not of this land, and neither is you, from the homeland you all come, and the fight is all of you. Who can  I be, a man of small stature, the obstacle in the road of your great nature. A savior yourself you see, but a ruiner is all the future tells me.

I come here not for your talk, nor for your advice, only for instructions to satisfy my vice.

Trice i have been successful and trice I have bled, the blood of the Lords in the land of the one Lord. I will save the land from the tribes of the dead, and the tribes of Solomon shall walk this place instead.

The homeland is long gone, and the lives you led are all but a whisper, but still you cling to your sword and lead your soul into slumber. Then go, do your deed, find him atop his twisted seed. He comes with 14 guards, and a twisted grin, for he is the strongest in the Heartland, the Thunderlord of needs.

What better first post than a long ass post about an album no one cares about

CKY’s Volume 1: Skateboards, Psychopomps and Depression

It is hard to describe something as diverse and as influential as the American rock band CKY, an abreviation of the band’s original name: Camp Kill Yourself, as they have been branded as a lot of genres. From skater rock to heavy metal to progressive post-grunge, the vast and diverse catalog of the band has led them to many different venues and a multitude of well acclaimed and viral albums and songs. While originally tied with the other CKY crew, the skateboard/xtreme sports professionals, they have since left the skater identity behind to find their own unique sound and image, one that scream fear and danger, but also loneliness and self discovery, all while telling different stories in vivid and sordid details. So let’s take a look at this band, and at their first album, originally self titled, but since rebranded as Volume 1.

CKY was, at the time of Vol 1 up until 2015, made up of Deron Miller, lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist, Chad i Guttensberg, lead guitarist and producer, and Jess Margera, drummer. While at first associated with the CKY crew of skating, and the Jackass team of extreme sports, as Jess’s brother Bam was a part of both, the truth is that the skating crew took its name from the band, who was made up of Jess and Deron at first. They found success since their first single, 96 quite bitter beings, as it was used in the CKY videos. But their sounds didn’t really solidify until Chad’s entry into the band, mixing and adding produced beats to the raw demos, which led up to their first full length album: Volume 1.

Released in 1999, Volume 1 was mostly written by Deron Miller, as it was mostly finished before Chad got into the band as a sound engineer. Performed by the trio plus bassist Ryan Bruni, who helped the band before in their live appearances before they formed CKY. The album is noticeably long for a debut album of the time, especially in the genre of skater/trash rock, as it had an original run time of 52 minutes, while the remastered release boasts a 1 hour 27 minutes run time. It is also notable for having many of the band’s most known songs, such as 96 Quite Bitter Beings and Halfway House, and the former song being the start of the band’s multi-album storyline about Hellview, which extended in their second album Infiltrate Destroy Rebuild, and their 5th album Carver City. The album has been rereleased on 2010, featuring more songs, live versions, and audio remasters for most of the songs. We will take a deep dive into 4 songs from the album, each tackling a different take on a specific subject, and even could be categorized as being from different genres. 96 Quite Bitter Beings, the album opener, The Human Drive in Hi-Fi, the fast paced heart of the album, Promiscuous Daughter, a song about shame and desire, and Sara’s Mask, the emotional climax of the album.

Let’s start from the beginning. 96 Quite Bitter Beings is not just the opening track for CKY’s first album, but also the first single they had ever released, making it the first introduction the world had to the new vision and ambition of the trio from Pelsyvania. And how does the song start? With a strong and heavy riff, seeping with power and anger. The riff goes along the whole duration of the song, except during an interval of total chaos before the second chorus, all of which represent the facade of stability, one that gets thrown off by the sudden banging and distortion, just as the story gets more and more distorted by itself. The song tells of a story, the first in a trilogy of songs that talk about the town of Hellview and its residents. The song talks of two people driving through the woods, going towards the town of Hellview, where their friend disappeared. They soon realize that the town, with the eponymous 96 residents, is a place that no one leaves alive, and that they value their routine life in a way that anyone that disturbs their peace leaves in pieces. As the song states: “They’ve deleted all the tourists at the bottom of the lake.

And not one supports the cause to leave the blood stay in the veins.”

Anyone who steps into the town and stays there long enough is bound to be ripped to shreds, and thus an escape is necessary. But the narrator finds the exit sealed, flooded due to a storm, and the song ends with the lamentation of the narrator:”Footprints giving clue to where we are

All we ever wanted was an answer

Civilized are close but way too far

All we ever wanted…”

An answer is all that they wanted, but all they found is desolation and death. The story continues on the next album, in the song Escape From Hellview, as the narrator goes through the woods, trying to run away from the residents and hopefully find a reason for his madness. The song was used in many videos during the early 2000s, leading to its, and the band’s, viral success. The song was also later referenced by the band itself in the title of their 3rd album, An Answer can be Found, calling back to the last lines of the song. And while the song tells a story, the rest of the album doesn’t continue it, but rather tackles other issues that were plaguing the times.

One such issue, which is still important today, was the issue of media, technology and its consumption. And that is the message that is in the core of the song The Human Drive in Hi-Fi.

The song starts with a fast and slick guitar and synth riff, one that is unusual in the realm of metal, going in at a 5/4 signature, and keeping the rhythm in an arpeggio that doesn’t descend until the last bridge. The drums, being in a 7/4 tempo, makes them sound slightly faster than the guitar, but slower than the synth, making the song have a futuristic, but also archaic, feeling. The song features Bruni in backup vocals, along with Chad on the synth and the guitar, with Devon singing in two different tones during the chorus, and another one during the bridge, making this song be divided into three parts: verses, choruses and the bridge. 

The song’s first verse sets up the story and idea of the song. 

“I Can’t deny it all my life

It’s the token of my life

Something you would try

For the best in the obscene

Just look on the TV screen

To pass away the while”

The lyrics make it obvious that it is about TV. Everyone has a TV, everyone watches it, and everyone enjoys it. Or do they? It’s been there all our lives, and watching it became a routine. It has become a part of our society, of our community, and also the only way we pass time. And yet, it still shows everything our community deems obscene: Kissing, drugs, relationships, death, murder..etc Done to attract us, of course, but it doesn’t filter anything away, as most of it truly is useless.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re

Red, black, or in the sack

I’ve got my grip, I’ve got a hold

Nothing ties one down like prime time in hi-fi

But now its getting old”

The “Red black or in the sack” is a very interesting line to take. At first glance, one might think it’s saying that TV has affected us all, that no matter who you are or what ethnicity you are, TV already controls your life, and through it , the media controls what you think and what you feel. But it goes deeper than that. The colors that were depicted: Red and Black, both refer to minorities. Red being the Natives and Black being blacks, TV makes us desensitized from their problems and from their ideals. Black culture is not defined by black people anymore, the majority only knows black people from the depiction the media gives them, and that gives the media a hold on their lives. Same goes for the native Americans, and any other group. Once the TV shows you, it has it’s grip around your identity and your life. As for ‘in the sack”, that is a euphymism for both sex and death. TV controls the view people have on relationships, on love , on what is acceptable and what is not. If the TV starts demonizing same sex relatioonships, then they will become a sham. If the TV says that having a non-interracial family is racist, then the view shifts. The TV makes the world see what it wants, and to help with that, depictions of death and violence, and the constant reports of shooting and deaths etc make people see death as a normal occurrence, and as such, people become drones, seeing people the media wants them to see as evil as just statistics when they die, while crying for the death of people who might have not deserved it. Nothing ties one down like prime time, as in no one can stop the influence, as people are drawn to see the prime time shows and series, where anything and everything can be sent and programed into targeted audiences.The last line gives some hope, as the ‘now its getting old’ means that the influence of tv is slowing down, with the advent of the internet and technology, but it shows fear that the higher ups know that already and have already started infecting the new advances.

The second verse goes like this:

“The fierce power switching on the

Ripe adolescent light

Terminates in five

The people standing in the lines

Have seen the film a million times

With a pocket full of dimes”

Basically, the teenage rebellion inside is killed, with the power terminating it so that we can become social animals following the whims and the orders of what the media tells. The people stand in the lines to see a movie, even though they have seen something like it a million times. Hollywood is what is criticized in this part, as a repeat of storylines, of themes and messages have made them stale. But people still fall for it, as the power of the media is too great for any to escape. Advertizing, trailers, interviews and castings are all made so that people would come and pay their money, fueling the success of the industry and paving the way for more of the same stories and the same actors to do it all again, this time with stronger and more aggressive marketing. Hollywood has retorted to rebooting movies or making the same movie all over again, and , just like the TV in the first verse, is abusing its power to create a vast majority that supports its every whim and thought.

“And so unless it is for free

You’ll spin the country on its side

To be intensified”

For free here is less about the monetary value and more about the message. Should the media and the film industry not cease its abuse of power and its flagrant usage of messaging to influence the minds of people into going a certain route or taking certain sides, then it will undoubtedly divide the country, which will only lead to problems politically and civilly, which will make them be more aggressive to get even more people on their side, intensifying the hatred and struggle, and leading into a perpetual war. This is sadly something that has happened, years after the song warned about it. The world is undoubtedly broken nowadays, and it is only getting worse due to  the inability of the media to stay unbiased, only adding fuel to the flame.

As for the chorus, it goes like this:

“People stop and stare

Here, there, and everywhere

They’ve got the blueprints for life

They keep pretending

The world is ending

You’ll be fictionized”

It enforces the ideas discussed in the verses; People don’t know what they watch, and are just staring at whatever is given to them. And that gives the media the blueprints for life, the power to model the world in any shape or form they want. They use fear to enforce their ideas, a us vs them mentality, claiming that the world will end and civilization will be destroyed if the other side wins. People in the end are fictionized, as in live in a world where everything they know is fiction, as reality and imagination are no longer different. The enemy in the movie is the enemy in real life, and the fight is never over; You’ll be fictionized for the future generations, who will also be conscripted in a mind war that will last until the end of days.

The bridge, which features a different guitar riff and no synth , goes as follows:

It’s on this TV

It’s on that TV

It’s on your TV

It’s on my TV

It’s on his TV

It’s on her TV

It’s on this TV

It’s on your TV screen

It is a simple warning. It’s on the tv. It’s not real. But it’s on everyone’s TV, and so it must be real. If a rumour is spread enough, it becomes truth, and the truth fades into nothingness. If everyone sees the same lie, then the media wins, once it becomes the sole source of information, everything it tells you is the truth.

The song ends with a reprise of the chorus:

And You’ll keep pretending

That the world is ending

You’ll be fictionized

In the end, we ourselves have found comfort in the lie.

We pretend, and we choose to believe. And if we continue on this path of blindly following and never fact-checking, we will keep pretending, and we will be stuck in a fiction that will never end. The song warns of dangers and problems that might have been bad in the late 90s, but are significantly more prominent in our current time. Give it some thought, how much fact checking do you take part in? Have you been fictionized, or is ripe adolescent light still shining through?

Speaking of adolescence and people being mistreated and made to follow rules they don’t believe in, let’s move on to our next song: Promiscuous Daughter.

Starting loud, strong and with an explosive riff, My Promiscuous Daughter is towards the end of the album. The first line, as with most of the song, is short and to the point. “I caught my daughter giving head to my brother”.

Rage, anger, confusion and disturbance can all be felt from the start. The previous line is repeated 8 times in the song, while its other variation, “What can be done with my promiscuous daughter” is repeated 6 times, and the last variation “ I can’t be down with my promiscuous daughter” repeated twice.

This dichotomy is necessary to understand the underlying message in the song. Each variation has half its repetitions before a bridge and the other half after it, offering us a way to see the lyrics as two different people analyzing the situation, or , more probably, the same person seeing the situation from two different sides. As the song starts, the narrator has discovered his daughter sleeping with his brother, an act of incest which leads them, understandably, to freak out. The repetition, as the first 4 times are the openers to the song, is also split into two: the first couplet that is accompanied by the loud guitar, and the second one where the riff is less prominent but the drums are heavier. The first couplet here shows surprise, while the second shows disgust, as one would be if they discover such an act. The song then goes to the first lyrical bridge: 

A lame domestic fame

I call it graphic pain

Some say to innovate

I don’t need that again

So here, we can disseminate four parts, the fame, the pain, the innovation and the repetition. The fame shows the first thing the narrator thought of: the family name. If people know, then infamy will follow. A lame fame that will make them a black sheep in the face of the neighbors. Second is pain, as in the pain the shame will bring them. Or maybe the pain the narrator things to inflict upon his daughter. A graphic pain to showcase that this will not blow over. Innovation, in the way of making excuses, is needed for this situation. Finding a new way to deal with this problem. Throwing the daughter out will lead to tarnishing the family name. Letting this become news means shame, and so an excuse is needed for whatever punishment, or “pain” was inflicted. As for repetition, then it shows that this might not be the first time this has happened. Was it an act of rebellion? Or was it something else?

We move on to the second verse/bridge before we take a look at the derivatives of the chorus. The second part goes as follows

“Not just the family name

Unveiled but don’t complain

Either one can feel ashamed…

I don’t need that again

Some say to innovate

It rained on my parade

A resolution on New Year’s Day

Clean up my train of thought”

It again shows the concern for the family name, for who should take the blame, and for the running of the general mood of the day. The verse gives some context: It was New Years, so it was a family dinner, and as such this must have been the worst time for a scandal. 

The other line that is important is “ what can be done with my …” and “ i cant be down with my..”

They both give the same idea: the daughter is the one blamed here, and the narrator is looking for punishments, and even maybe thinking of sleeping with her himself. Here, we can see the idea of the song crystalize. The narrator does not think about the situation in any other angle except the one where his daughter is at fault and that she needs to be punished. The song subtly shows that the daughter isn’t to blame, and that it was probably the fault of her uncle, who might have been grooming her for years. The repetition, the usage of “ again” , and the “clean up my train of thought”show that this is not an isolated incident, but rather something that has been happening all around. The narrator, most likely, knew about this abuse, but either could not believe is as there was no evidence at first, or chose not to believe it and stick to his imaginary image of his daughter, who, once caught in the act of being forced to do a sexual activity, is punished. The daughter is seen as promiscuous, as a deviant seductress, but the song nudges the listener unto the path that it is not her fault, and that her entourage is making her out to be the villain.

 The punishment in the final lines sound like the narrator thinking about using the same thing she things she enjoys as a way to make her stop; sex. And while the song itself is not based on any specific story, things like this happen most of the time. 

All around the world, underage girls get raped by family members.Be it uncles, brothers, cousins or what have you, a high percentage of girls who grow up in either poor or unsupervised families tend to be sexually abused or assaulted by a close relative. And yet, most of them do not speak out about it, out of fear of being reprimanded by their own parents. Many who come forwards with their stories of rape either get descridited as being delusional or being sexual deviants looking for an escape from their own mistakes. And this has not changed much from the days of the Volume 1 release. People are still abused and taken advantage of every single day, and if they don’t come forward with it and be ostracized for seeking shelter, they are caught and then deemed to be succubi looking to dishonor an honest person. Society seems to have a general distrust for young people, especially when they speak up against the authority, be it the adults, the government, or, most importantly, themselves. This leads them towards a path of self destruction, and as news break out of their misdeeds, the world responds by bullying them into a corner, where they find two answers: become a part of this cold world, or leave it forever.

Which leads us into our final song , Sara’s Mask, a song about deformation, sadness, and guiding yourself into death.
to be continued

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