Ode to a Story

Music for deeply scarred people.  
Burn out my eyes.  I don't want to see. 
The things that you have are not what I need. 
If you want to understand this rock'n'roll band
I suggest familiarizing yourselves with
their very first album from 1999. 
Otherwise, you're entering into a world
that will tackle you head over heels
into a mosh-pit of bewilderment and dismay. 
Take it back to the beginning and listen.

Understand this band represents
an anthem for the champion as well as
a paean for the downtrodden, ravaged
disgraced and tortured to the point of death
laughed at and spat in the face by an outcome
that seems to disregard us in favor of chaos
transformation and pain but along the way
our empty eyes are filled with the flickering
flame of renewal and rebirth as we're urged
to fight back for every last scrap of our lives
we can still hang onto for all that its worth
and to defend as our final shred of integrity
smiling through bloodstained lips 
at your apocalypse.  

Death is my only love, we are as one.
Death is our only love, there can be no other.
Together in harmony, sister and brother
and friend alike we wear our damaged armor 
woven from the fabric of electromagnetic
energy pulsing through the plasma beating
in our hearts to the current rhythms
manifesting from the harmonic choir
of demons and angels orchestrating our lives.  

The story takes us down to where the judgment
is over because the singer's ripped himself bare
and dared to fight back at a senseless world
bent on predatory attack so we say fuck that.

If you will only hold me tight then I know
everything's gonna be alright. The message
behind every album, every song, every lyric
this band ever released is the same one
any single one of us are entitled to by birth
in this nation and on this Earth. Its the personal
freedom to be your own thing and not suffer
the judgment of others.  If they don't get
the brilliant passion and love at the heart
of this expression against the hypocrisy
of our own fellow man, then they can just
fuck off and never mind what happens 
to their sorry asses later on down the line 
when each and every one of our own 
self-fulfilled destinies comes to fruition 
based on the karma we ourselves generate.

I just want to give a holler out to the boss
and up front Story-teller for grabbing on
to the mic and not letting go until
the greatest rock and roll band in the world
(since Motorhead and the Supersuckers) 
rolled into town destroying everything
in their path taking no prisoners holding
no quarter giving no apologies just
straight up slaying it from day one 
with the core of the soul on the killing 
floor like no one's ever gone and done 
before with quite as much boldness as this
so from me and every last one of the slugs
we salute you with a Thank You and hugs.
I love this feeling don't ever let me land
I never want this to end.
Burn out our eyes. 
Slugcult Rise!



~thoRnswrAth