Chioma SuperNormal. The Dark Album

Lyrics
Songs in 2 parts repeat the same lyrics, as do live versions.

Disc 3

1 Opus 29 for SuperNormal (12:13)

Inside: Mini SuperNormal:

(The new customer. Curious, doomed, dying he enters the club to be enlivened. Inside are both victims and hunters. Fate driven. Destiny opens the circle called Life.)

2 Zoom Live (9:14)

A radio signal interfering from the past. Something timeless pervading existence. Tuning into the signal connecting to this Destroying Bad. Like a dream, The Chorus sing of Rimble-Man, a winter demon. Out of winter comes spring, always the cycle. That does not mean that winter is nice. His love is death, revenge

3 Insert 2 (0:21)

A permanent inhabitant. Trapped in this Show, his Hell. He hires or persuades women to pose for photographs. Through a demon, or the vicious poison within him, he is turning into a camera.

4 Mr Pain Live (2:40)

5 Insert 3 (0:49)

(The Chorus comment)

6 Mr Bone Live (5:07)

Mr Bone look around
See the seed you've sown

Your touch just seems to bring me grief

All dead all dead, everything you see
Everything you hear and eat
Everything you touch just seems to rust
Useless, useless, never a thing that you can smell
That doesn't reek of death

So blow the man down hearties
Blow old Bone down
Whey hey blow old Bone down

And as the stench does rise so to does your pride
You only seem to quicken, blood within you thicken
When something can be shown
To be all wrong

And as your father was a failure so to definitely are you
I hear 'e was a suicidal, like mother like son, your children are following too

Mr Bone be praised
Listen he intones, it's all for good,
The pain that he condones
The loving touch that brings him some relief
Lets loose the arrow from out a sheath
With all his might aiming for your heart
The sharpened arrow sighted where there's life

So blow the man down hearties
Blow old Bone down
Whey hey blow old Bone down

(A death in the club)

7 Baby Live (4:07)

Baby close its eyes
I’m pretty sure it’s dead
You’ve got to help there's something wrong he said
He prodded it like a trunk
Like an elephant
That passes by
Its dead or dying baby
 

Like the time I ran
To where she lay the kitchen floor
There’s nothing you can do I'm pretty sure
She’s dead
So I guess you better close your eyes
I'm pretty sure its dead
And console yourself
You’re not the first
Hardly the last to go along this way

So just lay back, please baby, a lullaby
To open up your dreams
To open up your little head to dreams
Your head upon the spread
Inside your little shaven head
Upon the bed and spread yourself
I'm pretty sure we'll all be going somewhere

(The House Band present a miniature "orchestral piece")

8 Opus 13 for SuperNormal (7:23)

9 Insert 5 (0:08)

Someone, somewhere pipes up, a lament sung for something lost, missed or ignored. A single sided love song that briefly attracts the spotlight.

10 Kenny Trim Live (2:23)

When will the nightmare end?
It won't for me but will for you
Kenny Trim was my first love
You look a lot like him

Ah memory memory take me back
She looks a lot like Kenny Trim
Where the scheme of things it seems to me
Have led tendrils to these times

It's no use telling me we're all just dust
Tide drifts back around hard stone
Causes ripples, eddies of meaning
We need something that seems worth doing to get through

So you can say you favour it
You can say you don't
But that feeling's got you by the throat
Don't tell me we're all just dust

Ah memory memory when will the nightmare end?
Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye, rest your weary head for me
Good night fall fast memory

Still we return when rudder goes to sleep
Can't resist our destinies
Or the way she bends to pick up
But he's gone, never coming back
Kenny Trim was my first love
You remind me of him.

11 Insert 6 (1:15)

Sorrow moves another to melody. Self-pityingly he answers. Confessing, he sings that Life decays if Destiny is not tested and chased. His self-centered duet flavoured by frustration proclaims with bitterness that the soul never existed.

12 Things Fall Apart Live (3:50)

Once, I schemed.
My finger damp, around, behind, inside her knickers.
Why? Drawn together in lust
We find something missing
That fills our souls.

Together, alone,
I cup your breasts.
We fill our mouths
It's hopeless, pointless
We move to death

Meagre treasures collected
Are dog eared clippings, trinkets
A life to pass on, pathetic.
In hope, empty
As a child before a birthday party.

Together, alone,
I cup your breasts.
We fill our mouths

Things fall apart
Blast the moth maggots
Through woollen threads appearing.
Something must be done you said
For all the good it did

Together, alone,
I cup your breasts.
We fill our mouths

You said you mustn't, no don't
No, no you really shouldn't
No don't you mustn't
We choose what we want,
And blame needed persuading

(repeat)

13 Insert 7 (0:44)

A resigned Third numbs himself to an immoral, empty, bored life. No God, no Soul. Life without purpose. Fate is indifferent.

14 Slur Through Hours of Existence Live (2:36)

15 Insert 8 (1:09)

Suspiciously the newcomer reacts and ruminates on what he's seen and heard. The Shade that's always there. Is he Death or Destiny. The same thing? Closing the cycle. Fate is round, a trip nowhere. Then the slamming door. The newcomer can leave the Theatre but not the circle of the album SuperNormal, that encloses it.

16 Someone There Live (3:12)

17 Insert 9 (0:38)

Like the drift of a radio tuner locking, The Chorus tell of Original Sin. The inescapable cycle, if you think you escape, no, cell door shuts, you were fixed before birth, whether do good, bad or nothing. This creates paranoia.

End of mini SuperNormal

Outside:

18 Mr Bone (5:53)

19 Baby (4:43)

20 Ironies (2:23)

Ironies, oh Ironies, who spit upon as dogs,
Where does your spittle land?
To lie with slightly drunk, I'll guess,
One night, one evening.
When Mothers out, gallivanting about.
Who'd have thought?

But visible legs strain, visible 'pon a seat,
Breaks perched 'tween palm up hand.
Go on yer know you wanna,
Pert bottomed, someone else's fingering.
Ripple mucky, lusty growls of laughter.
But not with my daughter your not, fifteen.

Always the way,
Make the Father drunk.
Lay with me.
That girl. Fucking sexy.

So what. A fountain drunk.
No God, slur through hours of existence.
You can't save everybody.
Call it fate, destiny, good/bad luck.
Some people are just meant to die.

Or, into her, a light world
Full passion, flitting love, unjaded lust.
Lets face it, escape.
A purposeful eternity.

21 Bloody Hot It Is (1:57)

Bloody hot it is; Cactus and Lizards
The turning flesh, wet balls of sweat,
Two straining greasy lovers.

Spread out, like a piece of dead,
Worn out negligee
Spik’d upon a skewer
Thighs like Goldfish out of bowl,
Thrash, sparkle ripple, waves of laughter.

That the frillies; smeared or smudged,
The pushed up, pulled aside,
Of delicate hand wash only.
Hide the brutal female fact;
Quick move on
Pretty up the function.

Her skin’s inched over curve of belly
Her skin’s thin sucked bone
Sunken gutter snipe, almost albino,
A stick of macaroni;
She should eat a sandwich, wear some make-up.
Her self loathing draws him.

Touched her. Felt her.
Broad hips, greedy lips.
Begging. Pleading. Sad.
Lonely,
Damp down inside.
In hope
Empty.

22 Crab Empathy (2:50)

At the door, feeling crab empathy;
Dangle-bagged, helpless to whimper what's gone before.
Twitches, stretches, revive in cool tap water.
Brought slowly salted boil.
What does crab know
Carried plastic bagwards?
Should it have humility?
Scrubbed clean, relish
And then be eaten.
Or think, wish it'd all be over.
The feeling. Consigned to oblivion.

At the counter; polished fold, crimp corner.
Gift wrap, gloss stick'd tape, like lick'd lips, rouged lips,
Under soft pads fingering, topped shimmy nails
Whiff of expense;
Bottles colour'd urine.

Lobsters are all very well.
But run sideways, claw like,
Thumbs first up sandy thighs
From out pools of water
Pause warily before scurrying fingers
Come to rest where engage shamelessly.
Oh the foolishness;
Drunken bugs scuttled left then right
Out petrol blue eye-shadow, by flickered white wave lashes.

23 Death of the Soul (1:05)

(How did it happen?
The future of our lives as real and settled as the past
No more change time of death than time of birth.

How ever did the soul die?
That we were purely physical, mechanical.
Massed dust and ashes, brittle ice-glass.
A fallen accident. Miserable in life,
Absurdly speculating on another.

In nihilistic celebrations of free choice
The given confronts divine
In a cosmic, comic, battle
That the Cynics cannot lose

Now vision creates only failure and betrayal,
Human
Seeing man from outside.
The physicality of sight, brevity of life.
Just contingency and chance.

Seeing life like that suddenly it dawns,
This charade of being.
Society does not need one.
A vocation?
There is no thing to call one.)

Suddenly it dawns,
How did it happen.
How ever did the soul die?
Freedom isn't really freedom at all.