Death Becomes Warm

Death Becomes Warm

By Andy Allchurch

 

 

The blues is eating into my soul

Too much pressure is making me cold

And now darker enemies dawn

Is this the time that death becomes warm

The spirits have entered into my brain

The voices calling are driving me insane

And now darker enemies dawn

Is this the time that death becomes warm

 

 

Let me tell you, I was once focused on faith

Dark deeds and dark words were out of place

But I let my defences down

And now I’m stuck with the devils clown

His words are frustrating in transmission

My life has turned into an exhibition

No relief from his vigorous verses

I’m dammed to an eternity of the devils curses

 

 

Let me say, I requested love in a fair way

Got down on my knees and began to pray

My resistance was low against attack

Now I’ve got this clown on my back

My thoughts he dehumanises and defiles

My life’s a joke, but no smiles

No respite and no temporary delay

I’m beyond alteration; there’s been an invasion, a fait accompli

 

The blues is eating into my soul
Too much pressure is making me cold
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm
The spirits have entered my brain
The voices calling are driving me insane
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm

 

I’ll tell you now, don’t wish for what you desire
It maybe impossible or improbable, but the devil is for hire
When you’re feeling low, feeling withdrawn
A wisecrack from a wise guy, you conform
Your mind is his, nothing to withhold
You’ve signed a treaty, now your body sold
No way out, no escape plan
The devils jester now becomes your right hand man

 

Now I’m stuck in the devils mine, down and forlorn
A joker on my back from dusk till dawn
No departure lounge, no bargaining plea
And no way will he take an exit fee
He’s killing me with his demands
Life for me is out of my hands
Fires from hell where people scorn
Now this is the place where death becomes warm

 

The blues is eating into my soul
Too much pressure is making me cold
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm
The spirits have entered into my brain
The voices calling are driving me insane
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm

 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013

Country Music

Country Music

By Andy Allchurch

 

Country music is a southern religion

An easy flow with a swingin rhythm

And it soothes ruffled feathers from wearing thin

It’s a steady progress with wheels in motion

So eat the prairie dust don’t drink the ocean

And wave the flag for those who gave at Bull Run

 

 

If you aint country then you aint human

So don’t rock the boat go join the union

The spirit of the south will rise again

While singing country songs with music to match

We’ll drink bourbon whiskey and eat succotash

And go with the flow along the old Wabash

 

 

Good country music is a spirit that glides

Like a cloud in the breeze across the skies

Country music is in no need of disguise

The songs that are sung take a leading role

Like a cowboy showing off gun control

It’s something that stays with you heart and soul

 

 

 

Country music is a southern religion

An easy flow with a swingin rhythm

And it soothes ruffled feathers from wearing thin

It’s a steady progress with wheels in motion

So eat the prairie dust don’t drink the ocean

And wave the flag for those who gave at Bull Run

 

 

This popular music that’s based on American folk

Stands the test of time like the possum oak

It’s high on the hog high rollin smoke

The guitars and fiddles are made to look sharp

So the banjo and owl jaw harp

And their sound is truly a work of art

 

 

From day to day from morning to sundown

This southern country music can wake a ghost town

Bring life to the hearts all around

Step forward step back and step side to side

Pull a cork take a swig enjoy the ride

Country music dances and romances and installs a pride

 

 

Country music is a southern religion

An easy flow with a swingin rhythm

And it soothes ruffled feathers from wearing thin

It’s a steady progress with wheels in motion

So eat the prairie dust don’t drink the ocean

And wave the flag for those who gave at Bull Run

 

 

Country music is a southern religion

An easy flow with a swingin rhythm

And it soothes ruffled feathers from wearing thin

It’s a steady progress with wheels in motion

So eat the prairie dust don’t drink the ocean

And wave the flag for those who gave at Bull Run

 

 

Country music is a southern religion.

 

 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cowboy at Heart

Cowboy at Heart

By Andy Allchurch

 

 

In these changing times, I’ll try to change my ways

No more the cowboy riding through the prairie haze

I’m coming home and I hope to settle down

But remember I’ve been in the saddle for a while

Riding the cattle trail living life old style

Am I ready to be a man about town?

You see I’m a man for the open spaces

I’m not one for airs and graces

I’m just an old cowboy at heart

You see I can’t think of anything better than being a drover

Pushing cattle till my time is over

What I have now, I don’t want to fall apart

 

 

The life we live, is one of respect and trust

I make the money for us eating the dust

But when I’m back I hope to settle down

This life I’ve chosen has given us a good home

But I am one who’s born to roam

Am I ready to be a man about town?

You see I’m a man that can’t be indoors

I’m one of the outdoor cowboy warriors

I’m just an old cowboy at heart

You see living and working on the western plains is a bonus

This old prairie stands alone so timeless

What I have now, I don’t want to fall apart

 

 

Given enough time alone, I’ll reflect on where I belong

Maybe this next drive will be my swan song

So upon my return I hope to settle down

I’ve had a good run at doing what I do best

Maybe I’ll stay instead of being a house guest

Am I ready to be a man about town?

You see I need help to pass the test

I’m a man of the Wild West

I’m just an old cowboy at heart

You see it’s hard for an old ramrod to break the chains

It’s hard to halt cattle drive campaigns

What I have now, I don’t want to fall apart

 

 

In these changing times, I will change my ways

No more the cowboy riding through the prairie haze

I’m coming home and I will settle down

I’m done and dusted sitting in the saddle, saddle sore

I want my woman, my porch, my front door

I am ready to be a man about town

You see I’m giving up the open spaces

I want my woman’s warm gentle embraces

But I’m still an old cowboy at heart

You see the prairie life is stuck fast in my old bones

My mind it wanders sometimes moans

But what I have now, I don’t want to fall apart

 

 

I’m still an old cowboy at heart.

 

 

Copyright  © Andy Allchurch 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Call The Devil

Call the Devil

By Andy Allchurch

 

Out of society, of the human commune

Alone shrouded in solitude

Thrust to the depths of time-served despair

Conscious, but cold, hanging the aim

Before the last breath, by telepathy call my name

I am the one, one of time honoured many named trustees

You know I am not anonymous

I am Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan, and Mephistopheles

 

 

Self inflicted ruin, life a forlorn hope

Sombre solidified in sorrow

Indigent, lacking necessities to survive the life capsized

Contemplating, and sedate, slice the vein

The blade razor sharp, but scream shout my name

I am the one, who can give restitution with many guarantees

You know I am not anonymous

I am Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan, and Mephistopheles

 

 

Call the devil, restore the life abandoned

Ingratiate oneself into favour

Pay later for the deed my unacknowledged friend

Welcome, deal sealed, well known again

But it’s everlasting mutation, by not worshiping my name

I am the one, god of the unseen prince of Hades

You know I am not anonymous

I am Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan, and Mephistopheles.

 

 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.

 

 

 

 

Booze and Pills

Booze and Pills

By Andy Allchurch

 

I’m in a whirl, my minds in a spin

I’m lyin on my back thinkin where did it all begin

What is the problem, what is the fuss

I’ve travelled among the stars, I’m on Venus

I’m going crazy, I’m going slim

I need food for my belly; I like pizza when the crust is thin

Booze and pills, have taken their toll

I’ve got to recharge, find a new soul

 

 

Hello my friend, I believe it’s your round

Come and join me in the lost and found

My life is over, my worlds fallen apart

That evil little charlatan has gone with my money and broke my heart

Join with me let’s cruise the bars

We can have a conference and drink ourselves to mars

Please don’t leave me, don’t walk away

I’m outdoors; I need a friend, and somewhere to stay

 

 

I’m in some pain, my body is a wreck

I’m lyin on my back thinkin is this the ships deck

Where’s the fire, where is the smoke

I’m drowning beneath white horses, doing the under stroke

I’m going native, I’m going blue

I need heat for my body, I like homemade whiskey from  Kathmandu

Booze and pills, have taken their toll

I’ve got to disembark, go on shore patrol

 

 

Hello my friend, I believe it’s your roundCome and join me in the lost and found

My life is over, my worlds fallen apart

That evil little charlatan has gone with my money and broke my heart

Join with me let’s cruise the bars

We can have a conference and drink ourselves to mars

Please don’t leave me, don’t walk away

I’m outdoors; I need a friend, and somewhere to stay

 

 

I’m in a trance, my legs are on hold

I’m lyin on my back thinkin am I diggin for gold

So who is fishin, so who is tall

I’m on a magic carpet, with Charles de Gaulle

I’m going private, I’m going punk

I need photos for my album; I’m on an Apollo mission finding space junk

Booze and pills, have taken their toll

I’ve got to redirect, find an open goal

 

 

Hello my friend, I believe it’s your round

Come and join me in the lost and found

My life is over, my worlds fallen apart

That evil little charlatan has gone with my money and broke my heart

Join with me let’s cruise the bars

We can have a conference and drink ourselves to mars

Please don’t leave me, don’t walk away

I’m outdoors; I need a friend, and somewhere to stay

 

 

I’m at the door, my world is closin in

I’m lyin on my back thinkin is this livin in sin

Why am I talkin, why am I numb

I feel like pond life, I’m a bum

I’m going down, I’m going obscene

I need a good woman to hold, I need to empty my pipe dream

Booze and pills, have taken their toll

I’ve got to reassemble, find my cruise control

 

 

Hello my friend, I believe it’s your round

Come and join me in the lost and found

My life is over, my worlds fallen apart

That evil little charlatan has gone with my money and broke my heart

Join with me let’s cruise the bars

We can have a conference and drink ourselves to mars

Please don’t leave me, don’t walk away

I’m outdoors; I need a friend, and somewhere to stay

 

Hello my friend, I believe it’s your round

Come and join me in the lost and found

My life is over, my worlds fallen apart

That evil little charlatan has gone with my money and broke my heart

Join with me let’s cruise the bars

We can have a conference and drink ourselves to mars

Please don’t leave me, don’t walk away

I’m outdoors; I need a friend, and somewhere to stay.

 

 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nobody Cares

Nobody Cares

By Andy Allchurch

 

Nobody cares about the scars inside me

The emptiness within

That’s trying to break free

The itching that is beneath my skin

In darkness alone

Where does one begin?

 

Nobody cares about the loneliness I feel

The silent surroundings

Is this place for real?

The fighting going on in my brain

Without a deal

I can’t start again

 

 

I need beautiful days surrounded by love

A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove

I need a person who has no jealousness

A person who won’t be wicked to impress

These wonderful things so imaginative

I need a trusted friend, a love, and the will to live

 

 

Nobody cares that my life is unwrapped

There’s no control

Over my freedom that’s trapped

With sense of loss, reason gone

It’s a scary apartment

No love for one

 

 

Nobody cares about me losing my mind

The invisible thoughts

They think acts of kind

But i can see beyond closed doors

All windows sealed

No friends to adore

 

 

I need beautiful days surrounded by love

A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove

I need a person who has no jealousness

A person who won’t be wicked to impress

These wonderful things so imaginative

I need a trusted friend, a love, and the will to live

 

 

Nobody cares about this moment in time

Misplaced and misleading

No horizons on the line

It’s only my heart that lies bleeding

Living without care

This body lies freezing

 

 

I need beautiful days surrounded by love

A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove

I need a person who has no jealousness

A person who won’t be wicked to impress

                                                       These wonderful things so imaginative                                                    

A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove

I need a trusted friend, a love, and the will to live.

 

 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013