Necro
This was a fun, yet challenging piece. Wanted to do something with a Tom Waits feel to it. “Necro” follows and crosses a story arc with “Coming Home”. The siren you’ll hear midway is the ambulance that collides with the our family man gone wrong in that track.
When I was fired
From the mortuary
My predilections too perverse
When I was fired
From the mortuary
The things I’ve done
Well, they could be worse
They claimed abuses
For my posthumous uses
Of their very near and dearly departed loved ones
For my indiscretions
Subject to the their discretion
For the sake of their vocation
These incidents
largely go unreported
I’m hiding within your laurels
I checked out all your windows
Not locked so tight
That I’d remain outside
A vial of chloroform
A lacy handkerchief
Across your face
And now you’ll go to sleep
I’ve drawn a lovely bath
Of jasmine oil and ice
To chill the blood
Remove the warmth of life
In but the shortest wait
The fantasy come true
Blueish lips
A final breathe
Oh dear this will not do
Adverse response to
This vaporous vial
Has stilled your beating heart
The filthy play
Later awake
None the wiser
It’s really no harm done!
The smallest twitch
A fluttering
Thank your god you’ve come back around
With a milky stare
Your teeth are bared!