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The Zomboiz are comming up today.
Grave dirt in the mouth, and in the grave; cliche.
The A to the A, like a double A battery.
Bolts in the neck, we'll electrify ya' like a micro-beta ray.

Set List:
Wailin' Foreva'
Emcee Deadn'Deader
Undead Cherrypopper
Zomboi, and Thus a Zombie
Skull Rock
Corporate Zombie
Faster Pussy-cat Kill Kill
Blood in the Bathtub
Angels' Cries in Boundless Skies
It Doesn't Always Rain, But It's Raining Today
Rigor Mortis
Prey, Kill, Display
Cyborg Satisfaction


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Nov. 2nd, 2005 @ 12:13 am
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50WTKM
50wtkm:
Rotting Face: hornyhorny
The war on christianity continues with the release of 50 Ways To Kill Me's 2nd full length "50 MORE WAYS TO DIE FOR SATAN"

made all in 1 period of 12 hours straight cums 50 new songs including such hits as

* bash me in the face with your mailbox then when u go to check the mail in the morning you find my teeth

* nail me to a cross like that piece of shit jesus christ

* dress me up like a deer during hunting season & send me out into the woods

& 47 more...

if u are unsure if 50 WAYS TO KILL ME is the best band of all time & u are atleast 18 years of age, then u can download the music video for the song "suck my dick with razor blades in your mouth" here:

50wtkm-video.wmv
(18MB, WMV format)

like the video? well that song is on the cd

just look @ what people are saying about it who had recieved secret copys prior to the release:

"very funny lyrics and even amazing record that I ever had," -No Bullshit zine (phillipines)

"You will burn all of your Napalm Death cd's after one spin of this assured. This is the future. This is grind." -theBlastbeat.net webzine

but what are people saying about the live rituals?

"The 50 Ways To Kill Me show is spontaneous, like combustion. It's always a hilarious trip, and is not getting old anytime soon." -Frankenstoner Zine

The songs off of this album are all the same songs that Jay Haley played on his second to most recent tour in which he fucked a blowupdoll, ate shit, & masterbaited all on stage. This is a must-have for fans of sheer brutality if u think you can handle it. This album will Rape your ears


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Jul. 27th, 2005 @ 02:18 pm Cyborg Satisfaction
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: renewed
Rotting Tune: Benny Benassi - Satisfaction




Pounding Techno Beat

Male Cyborg Voice: Push me, and then just touch me 'til I can get my satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction.

Female Cyborg Voice: Push me and then just hurt me 'til I can get my satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction.

The Techno Beat vanishes into the sounds of a violent tempest raging around the catalyst; the microphone in the eye of the storm. Out of this torrential tempest emerges the muttering of a mad, mad scientist.

Henry Frankenstein: Look! It's moving. It's alive. It's alive... It's alive, it's moving, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE!
Victor Moritz: Henry -- In the name of God!
Henry Frankenstein: Oh, in the name of God! Now I know what it feels like to be God!

A calm voice of gravel answers the Doctor's mad mutterings:

A god?
How could you know what it feels like to be a god?
When your entire creation amounts to nothing less than fraud?

The voices raises in anger as it spits out the words, and with the rising voice comes a rising cacophony of electric whirs, hums, clangs, bangs, explosions; all subordinated to a driving tribal drum

What did you create?
You created a world?
All you did was masturbate!
And ejaculate two hemispheres of war!

Monkey see,
Monkey do!
You flood me,
An' I nuke you!

Monkey see,
Monkey do!
You flood me,
An' I nuke you!

You make a mud pie,
And then spare ribs,
And expect us to bow to the sky?
Oh I forgot who holds the whips
You said it was the devil;
That red, cloven terrorist.
But the flood? That wasn't just a spill!
I'm beginning to suspect the finger-point absolutist!
Because,

Monkey see,
Monkey do!
You flood me,
An' I nuke you!

Monkey see,
Monkey do!
You flood me,
An' I nuke you!

Victor Moritz: You're crazy!
Henry Frankenstein: Crazy, am I? We'll see whether I'm crazy or not.

Crazy?
Yeah we'll see.
The future isn't that hazy.
But what year will it be
When we hang the cowboy
For the world to see?
The Future is coming!
The Future is now!
The time is coming to set the people free!
Fire the rockets!
Anchors aweigh!
Hire the bourgeoisie!
But one day the people will have their jubilee
We're waiting for the apex of history
And it won't be long;


Female Cyborg Voice: ...'til I can get my satisfaction.


Monkey see.
Monkey do!
History is over,
And it's long overdue!


The song explodes into the final climax of the atom bomb, but as the roar of the evils of creation dims into the background children singing and birds chirping emerge before the song ends in darkness.
Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 04:58 pm
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
We have 12 songs! I'd say that's enough for an album!
Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 04:32 pm Prey, Kill, Display
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Rotting Face: Shiny and evilly beautiful
Rotting Tune: The Zombois - Prey, Kill, Display
(We hear a knob turn, followed by shower sounds.
A shampoo bottle gets opened and we hear the sounds of lathering.
This is followed by some sort of seizure scene and then an evil laugh....)

Well I lather
Now I'm feeling posessed
By the bubbles of evil
(crash and undead wailing of instruments)
Taking over me
Like a toupé from Snake's head
I'm using the shampoo from hell
No I'm seeing red
Smelling death
Soon enough I'll be tasting her flesh

CHORUS:
Stab, Bleed, Repeat
Stab, Bleed, Repeat
My new found vision brings me to my feet
As the killer shampoo..... bids..... me.... TOOOOOOO....
(drum line)
Prey, Kill, Display
Prey, Kill, Display
Bathe in her blood and dine on her flesh
Prey, Kill, Display
Prey, Kill, Display
I shampooed with evil
And now you will pray!


I'm the new face of death!
With my beautiful hair shiny and moisturized
Reflecting the evil light in my eyes
I hunt and stalk and I prey!
You can't see you need to get down on your knees and pray
But now it's a tragedy
Police bullets shooting me
I'd be so sad to see
The label on the conditioner that says
"Antidote to evil, use to avoid homicidal rage"

Chorus

I can't feel them killing me
Blood pouring out of me
The rage is keeping me alive
Going out in a blaze of glory
Not even Nny
Has hair as great as me
Shiny, Beautiful, Deadly with beauty that kills
Scream as I drown in my blood!

I'll die but my mugshot will say
I did it for hair that can kill
You won't hear what the newscaster will say
'Cause all you'll feel is envy at not having
Nice hair like me!

Prey, Kill, Display (2)
My hair dug my grave
I'm ready to pay
Prey, Kill, Display (3)

BURN IN MY BRAAAAIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Feedbacked guitars and sounds of crashing drums and screaming basses.)

I go the inspiration for this song Here.

I've got an idea for the video too.
It starts with close-up shots of me shampooing my hair.
Then I look into the camera and say the first half of the first verse
Then during the break I get out of the shower and walk towards the camera and into it as we move into the chorus.
Then we have close-up shots of knives and blood and little bits of flesh flying everywhere.
Then I walk on stage, dressed but with shampoo still in my hair.
Then I pick up a guitar and someone else takes over for me and we intercut live show footage with bloody depictions of what the lyrics are saying. It'll be cool.
Apr. 12th, 2005 @ 10:57 pm I found them!
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:

Those pics I told Alex about, that is. Of Skull Cowboy from The Crow. I think this is what we should look like on stage, only with a bit more peeling flesh or something. Should be pretty damn cool.

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Feb. 26th, 2005 @ 01:45 pm
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Rotting Tune: Zomboiz - Rigor Mortis
No more life
No more dreams
No more lazyness
Drowned in sins

Well it's Monday again
And you've got nothing to win
Nothing to lose
And nothing to dream
Nothing to scream
And nothing to sing
Nothing to praise
And nothing to curse
Dig your own grave
And drive your own Hearse

Lazyness Paralyzes,
My boredom can kill

You say life sucks
You'll survive
Believe me you will

Chorus
And now you'll snap
Like the voices in your head
Heart attack
Now your life's gone whack
Bring it back
Lay it down like that
Rigor Mortis

Well your blood won't flow,
Your dick won't grow
Now your wife won't moan,
Your bitch won't blow
I don't really want you
Let's have one more go
Elementary missionary
Vanilla must die
Chocolate is gone
You can't see the signs

Chorus

When life loses
Boredom wins
Paralysis sets in

Dig in
It's your own grave
Jump in
Rigor Mortis

Chorus

Don't wanna just sit here
Don't wanna do nothing at all
It's time to stand
No more waiting to crawl

You wanna keep on fucking me like you do?
Well Bitch I ain't gonna give it to you!

You wanna bring me down like that
Better get back
Never gonna lose track
Bitch I'm on this
Like Rigor Mortis

Chorus

Crash of instruments.
Feb. 26th, 2005 @ 01:38 pm
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Rotting Tune: Zomboiz - It Doesn't Always Rain But It's Raining Today
It doesn't always rain,
But it's raining today

I'll stand in the acid,
Let it wash the tears away
Feel it burning me like your jealous stares
Poison my blood like you poisoned my soul
Murder my body like you murdered my heart

Chorus:
It doesn't always rain,
But it's raining today
Maybe the sun will come out someday
But that don't mean that I will be okay
'Cause maybe I'll just stay this way
And never be okay
'Cause baby it'll just rain another day

'Cause I can't stop the rain from washing me away
Keep you from fucking around and ripping out my heart

I will stand in the rain
Wash away my blood
I will stand in the rain
Wash away my love
I will stand in the rain
Wash away my soul
I will stand in the rain
Wash away all pieces of you!

Chorus

Kiss me, kill me
Rip out my heart, take away my breath
Slowly drown me in your sweet embrace of death

It doesn't always rain,
But it's raining today
It doesn't always rain,
But it's raining today
It doesn't always rain,
But it's raining today

Chorus

Fade.
Feb. 4th, 2005 @ 12:23 am Angels' Cries in Boundless Skies
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: sour
Rotting Tune: Cheerleader - Go
Across the fields of heaven I fly
Amongst the mountains of angels I cry
Across the chasms of time I will reign
I am
A Super...
A Super-Man!

I was a man
Cut in half
By the sands of time
But if I just closed my eyes
I could see boundless skies

I used to fly through movie sets and cinema screens
Wearing a suit of spandex and a cape of dreams
That was when I was truly free
Disguise cast off; that was me.

I was a...
I was A Super-Man
Across boundries my honour flew
Amongst the broken--I helped a few
From across the abyss I tried not to cry.

Et Nunc
Across the fields of heaven I fly
Amongst the mountains of angels I cry
Across the chasms of time I will reign
I am
A Super...
A Super-Man!
A Super..Man
A Super.... Man
A Man.
Jan. 29th, 2005 @ 02:49 pm Blood in the Bathtub
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: iconoclastic
Rotting Tune: Rent - Light My Candle
Music from Rent:
"...it's nothing, they turned off my heat, and I'm a just little weak on my feat. Will you light my candle? What are you staring at..?"

Background noise, the static of an answering machine:
*BEEP*, and a crying woman's voice comes from the machine;
"Roger...... we.... uh.... Roger... we have HIV.... this is good....bye..... for..... forever... Tell my parents.... tell them that I love them................."
The line goes dead,
*BEEP*

After an uncomfortable silent pause a dreary melody drips from the speakers and a remorseful lyrical voice sings, trying to be devoid of emotion.


1988, my friend Roger was in a shitty place,
Living in hell after his girlfriend told him they had aids--
Slit her wrists in the tub, without telling him to his face.
After her death he spent his time alone; counting the days.
He dwelt down in hell; no escape from his weakened abyss.
He thought of no break from this life--nasty, brutish, and short.

Song bursts into a terrible cataclysm of angry negative energy.


But then he signed a social contract with Nick through a kiss.
And now he fucks every night, spreading the disease--it's a sport!

His cock is his weapon
Satan his sole mistress
He fucks society, soon they'll all die
Semen to Ashes
From Woman to Man to Woman to Man to Man to Man to Woman To Man!
This is the sinners' Goodbye.

"Don't worry baby I'm clean. Get with me, you'll be okay.
This ride'll take you high, high up into heaven in the sky
I will be your loving salvation--I'll take you away.
These apples give eternal life. Don't worry, I'd never lie."
Satan strikes once, Satan strikes twice. First with a bright apple.
Then with a diseased cock fucking over and over and
Over society spreads a storm cloud from the chapel.
Tries to help, but poisons with ejaculate by God's hand.

His cock is his weapon
Satan his sole mistress
He fucks society, soon they'll all die
Semen to Ashes
From Woman to Man to Woman to Man to Man to Man to Woman To Man!
This is the sinners' Good....bye.

Music from Rent:
"It's out again... sorry about your friend.... will you light my candle?"

Spoken as a eulogy:
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
Jan. 28th, 2005 @ 11:41 am
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: conceptual
Rotting Tune: The Meters - Hey Pocky A-Way
Okay it just dawned on me (like the dead), that we need atleast one concept album; more would be good.

So let's do some brainstorming. Do either of you have any ideas?
Mine are as follows:

- A squel to The Allan Parson's Project's Edgar Allen Poe Album. In ours we will tell the tale throughout the disk of sequels to Poe's stories; Fortunado returned from his walled up grave.. in 1984, a zombie protaganist from A Tell Tale Heart who roams the streets of Victorian London hunting for hearts to devour, constantly running from the evil eye that is the sun, and the true story behind Legia necrophila by the sea-shore.
- A three disc set: The Divine Comedy, where we will depict the trials and tribulations of a poor soul traversing Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso.
- Night of the Living Dead: A cd which will be light on vocals but heavy on screams, boards being nailed up, moans, wails, and radio broadcasts, perhaps also telling the story of a documentry film-maker who is besieged in an old farm-house by zombies.
- An album which tells the tale of the Zomboiz. From life, to death, and back again. This would in effect be similar to Bowie's Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars, or Robin Black's Planet Fame.
- This idea sort of is a concept album... but it's more of a Frankenstein of concept album and celebrity guest album... Let me explain; we bring back Elvis (the geriatric); a zombie OD Marilyn Monroe which now has more in common with Courtney Love than Courtly Love; an invisible man Hoffa; The International Writers Suicide Choir which includes such distinguished guests as Richard Brautigan, Ernest Hemingway, and Robert E. Howard; a duet from heaven with June Carter and Johnny Cash; a zombie Kurt Cobain who does a duet with Marilyn Monroe; the rambling ghost of Hank Williams with a harmonica solo; Wendy Williams who graces the album with punk rock Zomboiz style; the ghost of Edgar Allen Poe who wails out a schitzophrenic dirge about being burried alive; H. P. Lovecraft with the innsmouth look; Frank Sinatra with gangster rap from beyond the grave; a reincarnation of Bob Marley with more rasta beats; the living ICP who raise--voodoo style--a Eazy E; Reverend Run and the Dead Beatles with a rap remix of Come Together; Dionisyius and the Bachae with a song only befitting of a Greek God; William Shatner singing Cohen's It's Murder Baby as we kill him live in the studio; and ofcourse what would a CD be without the Ghost of Ceasar. Songs on this album could covers of such covers as Murder Murder Murder, I Walk With the Zombies, Immortality, It's Murder Baby, I've Got a Crush on You, Ghost Riders in the Sky, Ring of Fire, Let's Stay Together, Come Together and Love Unlimited.
- A Rob Zombiesque take on a classical musicals such as The Phantom of the Opera (with the phantom as an organ repair man who lives beneath the opera house and falls in love with a dead lead singer, digging her up, and helping her learn to sing again), Rent (with Robin Black* singing the parts of the rocker, and the documentry film-maker being a necrophiliac, and angel being a ghost), or Jesus Christ Superstar (blaring out hard-rock-satanic riffs)


*I'd love to see a version of Rent staged in Toronto with Robin Black taking to the stage and playing one of the main parts. He could do it. He can sing, has the stage presence, can act (as seen in Goldirocks anyways), and can dance (well he has some moves anyway)
Jan. 26th, 2005 @ 12:54 pm
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: metaphorical
Rotting Tune: King Missile - Detachable Penis

Here's another one for the suckers!

A possible song eh?
Jan. 26th, 2005 @ 11:24 am Faster Pussy-cat Kill Kill
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: fascinating
Rotting Tune: White Zombie - Thunder Kiss '65
Floating beautiful celestial bells and strings accompanied by an angelic voice slowly rise from an ethereal mist. This wondrous melody is interrupted by a door being kicked open; the angelic voice gasps and stops singing. The music stops, with an lp scratch, violence erupts; the woman starts screaming, various items are smashed and some grunts are heard in a whirlwind of rape and violence. Then the there is a stop to the violence; sirens can be heard in this distance. This causes a patter of feet, a door smash and the sounds of a 65' Mustang engine gearing up and roaring away in the distance. There is a painful quiet. A quickly beating heart slowly rises to prominence, until it becomes as loud as the former violent storm, then we hear an angry woman's scream and a loud motorcycle's ignition start in an angry conflagration, as it does the beat of drums replaces the beating heart.

Faster Pussy-cat. Kill! Kill!
Meow mix, murder mix, cannibal puppy chow.
Grind house drive in flicks
makes me want to kill!
Burning brains and Big D tits,
This kitten wants revenge!

Spoken in Rising Anger:
Mallus hanc dulci rapuerunt!
Mallus hanc dulci necaverunt!
Nunc haec bella acri vincet!


Wicked leather boots and chainsaw heels,
pussy chopper purring between her thighs.
Ripping down the asphalt Styx,
stalking that suped-up Mustang through jungle sticks.
Faster Pussy-cat. Kill! Kill!
Faster Pussy-cat. Kill! Kill!

Murder to the sound-track of Plan 9 Invaders!
Murder to the gasps of a pre-Star Wars Darth Vader!
Murder to the tune of a Kung-Fu surf-board wipe-out!
Murder to the sounds of a Zombie Aftermath shout!
Murder to the flash of steamy wind-shield flesh!
Murder to the vision of a black-pimp vampire mesh!

I SAID,
FASTER PUSSY-CAT. KILL! KILL!

Rape is terrible, but your revenge will be sweet!
Beat down the cowboys to a horror rock and roll beat!
Rif Raf Rip them up like a rotten highway!
One turn deserves another, nightmare pitch-black day.
La Belle Boheme ain't dead, she's just really really pissed!
O Misera Puella! Mother Fuckers, when y'all are dead y'all won't be missed!
One turn deserves another; suped-up Mustang--smashed in!
She cuts off cocks with a broken blade of rear projection!
Running through her veins is cultural clockwork rejection!

Murder to the sound-track of Plan 9 Invaders!
Murder to the gasps of a pre-Star Wars Darth Vader!
Murder to the tune of a Kung-Fu surf-board wipe-out!
Murder to the sounds of a Zombie Aftermath shout!
Murder to the flash of steamy wind-shield flesh!
Murder to the vision of a black-pimp vampire mesh!

Spoken in a slowing pace:
Tempus Fugit
Ei Omnis Mortuus
Ea Celris est in Somne
Ego Video
Et

I was saying,
faster pussy-cat, kill, kill.
Oct. 15th, 2004 @ 11:55 pm OK, guys, I need your help.
About thiz Page of Flesh
Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
When I heard about the Christopher Reeve tragedy, I thought I'd try and write a song about it, but sadly all I've got so far is a chorus. Care to add in a verse or two of your own? This could be the first ZomboiZ song co-written by the entire band, and could turn out quite well. Give it your best shot. Here's what I've got so far:

Across the fields of heaven I fly
Amongst the mountains of angels I cry
Across the chasms of time I will reign
I am
A Super...
A SuperMan!

Also, following is a list of choruses and snipets I've come up with but have been unable to use. Any help would be appreciated.

Scalpel cuts and gravel Scrapes.Collapse )
Oct. 8th, 2004 @ 05:17 pm Zomboiz and Zombghulz
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: malum
Rotting Tune: ZomboiZ - Save a Horse; Ride a Zomboi
Zomboiz and Zombghulz, lend me your ears...

I'll save those for later; bed time snack, yum!

I have a new zomboiz user icon for your enjoyment.
And, like a fresh batch of zombie-fries, dig in.
Oct. 8th, 2004 @ 01:44 pm
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Rotting Face: All fashioned out
Rotting Tune: The ZomboiZ: Corporate Zombie
Corporate Zombie

Electrified!
Like a teenage boy at a victoria's secret fashion show!
Kick up the bass and turn the lights down low
Supermodel blood on the floor
Supermodel blood on the floor
You've been Demonified!!!!!

Bite her neck for a taste a alizee
She's got no brains, but what can you say?
She's already like a zombie!
Acting like a cloth-hanger as she walks down the runway!

She's a slave to the system
A symbol of its power
She let them rip out her brain stem
For million bucks an hour

Corporate zombie!
The new undead!
Why have brains when you can have money instead!?

Corporate zombie!
Advertising is dead!
She sells a dream and goes home to the devil in bed!

Spoken:
So they tell her
Be our model, be our bitch
The world will fall at you feet
Kiss the ground you walk on
We'll sell them ugly sweat-shop made handbags for millions
And make you rich
And make you sexy
All the boyz will want you
All the girlz will want to be you
Just lose a couple hundred pounds
And put on a mask of lies
You'll be a skeleton on stage
And a goddess in the mind

'Cause untalented fashion designers are taking over the world!
And you're our pawn!

It turns out Prewitt was right
And Mugatu is back!

Corporate zombie!
The new undead!
Why have brains when you can have money instead!?

Corporate zombie!
Advertising is dead!
She sells a dream and goes home to the devil in bed!

Corporate zombie!
The new undead!
Why have brains when you can have money instead!?

Corporate zombie!
Advertising is dead!
She sells a dream and goes home to the devil in bed!

Guitar Solo

They said
Give us your life
Give us your brain
Give us your soul
And become our slave
Give us your soul
And be our undead

Well she couldn't say no
She thinks she's the shit.
She's just another hoe!

She's looking for a hit
To deaden the pain!
To murder her brain!
Because she's knows.....

She's just a pawn!

Corporate zombie!
The new undead!
Why have brains when you can have money instead!?

Corporate zombie!
Advertising is dead!
She sells a dream and goes home to the devil in bed!

Corporate zombie!
The new undead!
Why have brains when you can have money instead!?

Corporate zombie!
Our model is dead!
She slit her wrists and rocked with a bullet her head!

Corporate zombie!
Our model is dead!
She slit her wrists and rocked with a bullet her head!

She took a syringue to her veins and a gun to her face!
'Cause she finally took control and she's no longer your slave!

No longer your slave!
She's no longer your slave!

She kicked the devil out of her bed!
She shot the devil out of her head!

And now she's....
No longer your slave!
She's no longer your slave!
Oct. 8th, 2004 @ 01:29 pm A full list of all ZomboiZ songs and links to their lyrics.
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Benjamin! Add this to the memories!

Here is a link to all of the so far posted up ZomboiZ songs. This will be updated as the list grows. Ben, you should really put this into the memmories. And make me and Alex mods so that either 3 of us can edit this post and add further songs as they're developed without having to worry about me having to do it. :D

These songs are in order of appearance on the community.

Wailin' Foreva'
Emcee Deadn'Deader
Undead Cherrypopper
Zomboi, and thus a Zombie
Skull Rock
Corporate Zombie
Faster Pussy-cat Kill Kill
Blood in the Bathtub
Angels' Cries in Boundless Skies
It Doesn't Always Rain, But It's Raining Today
Rigor Mortis
Prey, Kill, Display.
Oct. 8th, 2004 @ 01:31 pm "Third world war third round!"
About thiz Page of Flesh
Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
"A decade of the weapon of sound above ground!"

Anyway, this is my third post in a row, backdated to make it appear as the second. All because I want them to see my new song first when they check out the community. I don't know if it's the fact that I worked at a fashion show a couple of days back, or the drug-tea induced orgy and viewing of Zoolander, but I've come realize that fashion is evil...... Ok no, I'm lying. There was no orgy or drug tea, but there was a fashion show. But that's got nothing to do with it either. No. In fact, it's all because me and Melissa were bored at work yesterday and all we had to do was make fun of all the dental assistants and their but-ugly Jessica-Simpson-like handbags. I can't remember the actual label. And I don't give a fuck. They were ugly. And in reflecting as to why ppl would pay so much cash for something so crappy and bad for the eyes I came up with the only logical explanation: Fashion is evil. Yep, it's all part of the corporate reality. An evil business-oriented plot to take over the world, one ugly handbag at a time! They want to turn us all into comsumer whores! They want us to deliver our brains and take up the chant! Consume! Conform! Obey! They want our brains ppl! Not to mention our money! And they'll do anything to get them! Anything! Deceive! Enveigle! Obfuscate! Raaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thus were the seeds of Corporate Zombie sewn into the fire of outrageousness. And the product that grew out of their cursed lifelessness was none other than the next undead ZomboiZ hit! Mwhuahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!


\m/*.*\m/
VV


Ok sorry about that, it seems I'm rambling now....... So I guess I should now get to the real point of this post.... Oh fuck it! It's too late! I'll just make a new one...... :P
Oct. 8th, 2004 @ 12:17 pm I've had a dream. A ZomboiZ dream!
About thiz Page of Flesh
Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Rotting Face: Skull-rocked out
Rotting Tune: Highway Symphony From Outside My Door
It started as a rehearsal.

We were discussing how the drums really are the core of the Zomboi experience as the two drummers sat behind their respective sets, preparing to play. We were off to one side of the stage, in an area in which, had an audience been present, we would be out of sight. The first drum set was black and positivelly gigantic. It began to sound like a monster in the night, basses following closelly behind. Slowly, the beat picked up and in came the second drummer's sound, more refined and rythmic, beat out of a smaller, white drumset. The sound of 2 rock guitars added itself to the fray. I could not see any of the string performers though, simply me, Alex, Ben and the drummers.

Anyway, Benjamin jumped on stage, banging his head to the music and began to do his thing. I follow him and start dropping some beats to make it seem as if there's a DJ scratching to the music. He was singing, and from his singing I could tell it was a dream because I couldn't hear what he was saying, except for a bit of humming along to the music, but then words started to take shape as my mind started improvising. Anyway, it wasn't a complete song, but the tune of it was down and it was awesome. His voice was quite melodic and of the few words that were actually come up with all I can remember is: "But I'm broken, underneath".

Anyway, he launches into the chorus and in I jump in to take care of the second verse. I'm the rapper. The rap had a few more actual lyrics than the chorus and first verse and they rocked...... But I've forgotten all of them. Oh well. I notice the stage is darker now. In fact, it had been darkening all through Ben's part.

And now lights come on and start to shine on us, coloured jells first, but we graduate to whites and spotlights as Alex jumps on stage, completelly pumped and wearing a pair of Oakley shades. He jumps right into his part after Ben's chorus. He's the screamer. And he's into it. And as he spits his first syllable I see a crowd slowly materializing the rehearsal space, which is quickly becoming a packed arena. And he takes their breath away!

Then we launch, all three of us, into a bridge, Ben and Alex singing the same thing at the same time, one screaming and one singing. The combination sounds awesome. I'm droping beats in the backgroud again. I guess we can't afford an actuall DJ, lol. Then again we don't have guitar or bass players on stage either, although I can clearly hear their music. Anyway, we then go into a final chorus, Ben singing, me now humming, trying to sound like cellos and orchestral strings. Then Alex starts to scream and I to rap furiously over him as the drums get louder and louder and the bass and guitars attempt to keep up and we end it with a final explosive crash of instruments and vocal cords!

The Zomboiz are here! Undead and unnescapable! You can no longer keep us down!
Oct. 4th, 2004 @ 01:16 pm
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Rotting Face: Not entirelly grave-risen yet
Rotting Tune: The sound of my own yawning
Ok, so I've been thinking about this zomboi thing and I've come up with a few things.

We should have an album entittled Death By Shockolate with cover art of an old lady shaking her fist into the air and holding a sign that says Rock Is The Devil.

The tour to promote it will have the same name and the posters will have a crowd in black and white with torches and signs that say Death To The Zomboiz!

We should also tour with Electric Frankenstein and The Vampire Horses (Alex, you know who I'm talking about here :P).

We should alse have a covers album..... Zomboi style! We'll call it Kareoke Defamation, as we won't just cover the songs, but maim, mutilate and frankenstein them together, mwhuahahahahaha!

As for writing some new Zomboi joint, it turns out choruses are a lot easier to come up with than verse. I've got some good here now. Maybe we should get together and work on it as an undead team. But unless I hitchhike to Freddy, it looks like we'll have to meet up in cyberspace. Oh well.

Post Scriptum: I vote we change Freddy's nickname to Freddy Krueger! Anyone with me, raise their claws! *Raises claw*......................
Sep. 14th, 2004 @ 12:37 am Political enough? I'll skull-fuck you for it!
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Cartoon II
sadrx:
Rotting Face: Pro rock & unlife.
Rotting Tune: The Zomboiz - Skull Rock

Skull Rock


Spoken Intro with rising bass:

“You’ve got to send a physical sensation through and not let them off the hook.
I like to make it faster
and faster
and faster
and pumping
and banging
and banging
until I get . . .”

Still, before the storm:

“. . . into you!”

Bass and drums pound ethereal assault into cranium.

Tobe Hooper with the chainsaw, followed by the hook;
Gaff grips the gore, catches the flesh, causing you to look.
Guitar and drums splits your ear drums, bloody ear candy.
A music-skull; fuck Shakespeare, we know it’s not to be.

Like lions eating Christians, we do not need a cook.
God damn those Christians, I want back the life that they took.
Listen to these witch strings, you can hear your fire burn.
On your knees from this spell, damned to hell; await your turn.

Maintain prejudice as your modus operandi.
When you are going to hell, it will come in handy.
Read for the metaphor; down there you won’t need that book;
Though life is hell, like the long quest Candide undertook.

In the end there is one thing that you should have to learn,
It’s follow your own beat; the music for which you yearn.


Chorus:
Absorb this rock as it beats into your skull;
Hammering into your head, but your brains don’t dull.
First the Zomboiz may eat yours, but then you’ll want to feed;
Consuming all the masses, but not because of greed.


Our glam may rock the show, but we’re undead for our sins.
I have been damned before, that’s where this terror begins.
A few condemned prior also plucked these notes of hate,
This is their enchantment, so we follow at their rate.


Infernal chaos-riff; marked by chanted Chorus at median and slow wind into next verse.


Hear the torture’s chant, it has been woven forever,
Drawn to death and sung by the invisible choir.
It has touched before—brought a cause of march to free feet.
So grab ‘lectric pulse; like Frankenstein, rise in hell’s beat!


Chorus blasts then trails until a heaven-grind glare fades to black static.
Aug. 26th, 2004 @ 08:33 pm Zomboi, and thus a Zombie
About thiz Page of Flesh
Cartoon II
sadrx:
Rotting Face: Necro-rocked.
Rotting Tune: Zomboiz - Zomboi and thus a Zombie



Understand, I carry a curse, but I have no misery.
I have one-and-a-half blood-shot eyes, but they both can see.
I rock from rotten coffins with hardcore styles-free.
Because ladies and gentlemen, I am a Zomboi, and thus, a zombie!

I creep fucked like Salad Fingers, but easily thrice as maimed.
I need to speak with me to keep myself entertained;
My own voices are in my head keeping my anger tamed,
And it all comes from these cravings to order my pizza ‘brained.’

But I do not give a fuck,
And that is where I have tossed my luck,
As I am on the level with fate
Since Death and I have already had our date.

Because ladies and gentlemen, I am a Zomboi, and thus, a zombie!

ZEE OH EM BEE OH EYE ZEE!
My flesh rots, but it is not like me;
Dead and decayed, but I am no mystery.
I am a Zomboi, and thus a zombie!



Aug. 26th, 2004 @ 12:55 pm Undead Cherrypopper
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Bleedman Zim
alexandstuff:
Rotting Face: artisticartistic
Rotting Tune: Zomboiz - Undead Cherrypopper
Spoken Intro:
I'll resurect you with my sex magick baby
'Cause I see your palid face
And I smell you rotting flesh
I think that I'll just....
Go crazy
Crazy in love

Music stars

I've got an urge to crack open a cold one
A frigid stiff with no clothes on
'Cause rigor mortis gives me a hard on
So let's get it on

Chorus:
'Cause I'm the undead cherrypopper
A trauma Casanova
A crazy motherfucker
with a sick sexual hunger
I'm your sexual undertaker
Adonis from the grave
A horny motherfucker
That fucks you like the plague

Chorus again

Armed with the book of the dead
And the priests of Imhotep
I hit the cemetary and look for a hot date

'Cause live women may be frigid
But they bore me half to hell
And they always seem to hate it
When I open their heads and eat their brains

See, an ice cold baby will put out anyday
Let me own her body 'cause her soul is dark and grey
Let me eat her brains with her fingers on the side
Let me eat her pussy and not scream when I bite

Chorus

Watch her moan with pleasure when my fangs break her flesh
Watch her scream in delight when my whip cracks her back
Watch her present her wrists so my cuffs hold them tight
Watch her suggest to her sister to join us in some fun
We'll make some magick as we do it like witches in the round

So come down to the cemetary let's get some loving on
'Cause when she sees my undead cock she won't keep her damn clothes on
Get on her knees make like the breeze for a taste of undead cock
Spread your legs and let your pussy be impaled by zombie gods
'Cause once you've had a taste, you'll see I'm all you're dreaming of

Chorus

Give me all your body 'cause your soul is dark and grey
Maybe in the morning you'll wake up the undead
Like a screaming banshee that moans in sexual bliss
You can't control yourself when you taste my undead kiss

Spoken:
So come on baby, do it up

Get on your knees make like the breeze for your taste of Zomboi love
Get on your knees make like the breeze and get some Zomboi love
Get on her knees make like the breeze for a taste of undead cock
Get on her knees make like the breeze and show me what you've got

Chorus X2

Spoken:
So come on baby taste my rotting kiss
And like a Manson groupie get some love tonight

Screamed:
Get some love tonight
Zomboi cock tonight
Take it from behind
Get back up in line
Zomboi cock tonight

Get some love tonight
Zomboi cock tonight
Take it from behind
Get back up in line
Zomboi cock tonight

Zomboi cock tonight
Zomboi cock toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight............

End in a crash of drums and guitars.
Aug. 26th, 2004 @ 01:12 am Emcee Deadn'Deader
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innersamurai:
Rotting Face: whiter than white
Rotting Tune: The Zomboiz - Emcee Deadn'Deader



The A to the A, it's time to say,
"The Zomboiz are comming up today.
Grave dirt in the mouth, and in the grave; cliche."
The A to the A, like a double A battery.
Bolts in the neck, we'll electrify ya' like a micro-beta ray.

Take that double A in your vibrator and set to stun,
because it's time for some necrophiliac self-lovin' fun!
Be you a nun or be you a southern' chicken gun-hun,
as long as you're dead, or can get that; way we want you!
Like Uncle Sam we're putting up posters. But girlies say, "OH EEW!"
Our street team; the undead, and the anti-life protesters, are comming for you!

Oh look I can emcee like Eminem! But don't be hastey, don't condem!
I can rhyme me with me, with me, with me!
Can you rhyme with me, with me, with me?
But wait, that's not rhyme, that's repetition!
I think he's more of a Shady Politician than a Musician on a Mission!
So does that make Slim a rapper or a tv show on DeJaView in retransmission?

He's created a monster, and we're it!
No one want's to listen to Shady no' mo' they wanna listen to our undead shit!

Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! with me!
Cthulhu F’tghn on a Shooting Spree!

Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! Eä! with me!
We put the 'sade' in the marquis!

Eä! Eä!... UNDEAD SHIT!


Aug. 26th, 2004 @ 01:09 am Ode to the ZomboiZ
About thiz Page of Flesh
innersamurai:
Rotting Face: undead billy-rocka
Rotting Tune: The Zomboiz - Wailin' Foreva'



We be layin' it down zombie style.
But don't forget; we ain't in the regular zombie pile.
For we be mixin' country, rap, an punk; we that versatile.
The three assemble with a Voltron blast yo; don't change that dial!
We got that horror-core logo and the brand name burns.
Radiation sorches the earth, and the Zomboiz take form.
with a pretentious dearth, and when we perform we step away from the norm.
ZEE OH EM BEE OH EYE ZEE!
ZEE OH EM BEE OH EYE ZEE!
ZEE OH EM BEE OH EYE ZEE!
I done gone ate my dog's brain and my girl done left me!
My 95 Durango got stuck, and in my skull is a rotting potpourri!
ZEE OH EM BEE OH EYE ZEE!
ZEE OH EM BEE OH EYE ZEE!
ZEE OH EM BEE OH EYE ZEE!
Fuck the government, fight the power, and bling bling when you emcee.
I wanna to kill my parents, Bush, and Saddam. If you hate everything wail like a Banshee!
Ah-Ah-Ah-Aillllllllll-AAAARRRRRRUUUUURRRRAAAHHARRGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!