Monday, December 29, 2025

mo(u)rning


What an end to what has been a pretty crappy year altogether. It's been a sad month with not much to grin at. Sort of a survival mode kind of thing. Uncomfortably numb. A couple people fewer to confide in now and my cat Bandit did not survive the year, so the world has become a lonelier place. Moving into next year, it's already looking like there's going to be some challenges but that's not unusual, gonna have to rely heavily on the ketamine whatever...

I do what I can
About what I can
Hell in a handbasket
Then so be it
Me in this world
They worry about them
Smell like a flower
Or like fucking shit

This is it
The ketamine whatever
Stand or sit
The ketamine whatever
This is it
The ketamine whatever
Danced in a pit
The ketamine whatever

Darkness is real
A lunatic appeal
Nothing to steal
What’s the deal
Grasp at straws
Anything or nothing
Better than worst
New way to feel

This is it
The ketamine whatever
Spit and shit
The ketamine whatever
This is it
The ketamine whatever
A candle lit
The ketamine whatever

A healthy evolution
To make a contribution
Heartfelt absolution
Natural retribution


A little lo-fi primitive raw black metal to end a year which, in the end, feels like one to mourn...that's one fucking thing I'm good at, is mourning...hahah!

En mørklagt sti - slynger seg - innover mot - den svarte ås
Der jeg igjen - skal føle denne lyst
Der jeg igjen - begår denne dåd
Fører meg dithen - hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med -  dit hvor årene går

Her har prest - og menigmann - stått den store - den store prøve
Her jeg igjen skal føle denne lyst 
Her jeg igjen - begår denne dåd
Stien går hit - hvor timene står stille
Stien tar meg med - dit hvor årene går

Jeg bygger her - et monument - her skal - neste døde råtne
Her jeg igjen - skal føle denne lyst
Her jeg igjen - begår denne dåd
Stien går dit - hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med - dit hvor årene går
Årene går 
Årene går
Årene går


Just to nail home that sense of something lost but not forgotten, mistakes made, lessons learned, with some more lo-fi primitive raw black metal...


Dixie Dave of Weedeater gives us an interesting summary of 2025.


I can almost guarantee that the above artists were influenced by Discharge...

And now the end, the end is near
It's time to say, say our last Goodbyes

It's doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday
It's doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday

Is it reality or just a nightmare?
Nightmare, nightmare

It's doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday
It's doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No escape, no escape

It's doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday
It's doomsday, doomsday
Doomsday, doomsday

Is it reality or just a nightmare?
Nightmare, nightmare