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Gilgo Beach
06:20
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1. Gilgo Beach
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
"ughh, Micheal really...do you have to hang around with those dirty girls from down the street, you know that I don't approve of you hanging around with them. It isn't proper"
"Micheal? you know that I don't like hurting you like this, because it hurts me too but you need to learn. Now get into that closet and think about what you did!"
"You'll never get into the Kingdom of Heaven with a heart filled with Sin. You're just like him, like a piece of garbage, why I decided to keep you is beyond me, you're fucking worthless..."
The bleached light,
Dances off the dunes
Not a soul around for miles
Diggin' a hole
Like so many before
Was it seven or eight?
I can't remember...
The starlight
Washing in from above
The only time
I'm truly left on my own
The never ending waves
That wash away my sins
it's been ten years...
Of silence and tears
SOLO
In the night I prowl the streets
The city's dirty underbelly
Where nothing is taboo
If you got the money
to make it come true
The vagrant population
makes for easy kills
The desperation, the collapse of will
The truth of socialistic policies
Hurt the poor disproportionately
The well of the soul,
Planted well below
A place that radiates
With love and hate...
Every time I come here
The elation destroys the fear
It's the look of dread in the eyes
The moment they know they will die...
"Micheal, what are you doing? Micheal, when are you ever going to learn, stop being a crybaby and be a man... You literally make me sick to my stomach, I wish I'd never squatted you out...fucking worthless piece of shit..."
SOLO
Wan flesh on parade
A gallery of the wasted and depraved
All searching for the way out
Of this life of inequity
Little do they know
when I show up they'll be one less mouth
One less breath
One less body to dissafected love...
The magic of Gilgo Beach
Where I've stached the bodies neatly...
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Little Slices of Death
05:08
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2. Little Slices of Death
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
I stare,
out my window
There under a tree
There's little me
Livin' the dream...
"He left because of you you know, it's all your fault. You're the reason my life it just went to shit, it's all because of you...I wish I'd never had you..."
Parts of you
That dwell in shadows
Wounded by the light
That was suppose to shine
The quiet of the night
sings in my dreams
A moments rest
From all the things that she used to say
Over the rainbow
Or six feet deep
It's all the same...
When you're living in the past
I hate myself
To know that I'm not worth the time
Broken beyond repair
All the tape in the world
Can't glue me back together again...
There are two sides of me
One is timid, one that is scary
I follow what she says, even though
she's been dead for years
Always upstairs with me
SOLO
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Flesh and Time
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3. Flesh and Time
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
It's been three days
Since you vanished without a trace
I've been looking
In all the familiar places...
The Chief's getting frantic
the paranoia is on the rise
I've got to find "him"
I don't wanna be the next in line
I've hit the wall lies and all
and so far I've yielded nothing
So I meet with the pros on the street
They tell me they've seen something
I'm losing faith that I will find her alive
Am I to decide who lives and who dies?
This cop checks out the school
To find there another missing too...
"He's" a dark sordid figure
Living like a ghost
no friends, no tether...
no name, a shadow
his motives are veiled
I look a little deeper only to fail
Chasing the wind
That blows from hell...
At the station
Through the haze of smoke
Empty coffee cups
Head down,
Laid low by helplessness
A dream within a dream
The left hand path revealed
I can see "his" eyes
Staring back at me...
SOLO
I'm back at the station
I'm covered in sweat
and weak in the knees
The worst case scenario
is finally revealed
The dead eyes
Bidding their time
it is the clue
that will keep this nightmare
from coming true
SOLO
Where do I look
Millions of eyes
every where I stood
I'm reeling from the possibilities
why here, why now?
I've got to figure it out somehow
the bitter taste of defeat
so I walk aimlessly
through the downtowns empty streets
"won't you give me a sign again..."
SOLO
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4. The Dark Art of Projection
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
In the deep places
Dark corners of the mind
There lives and entity
That transcends flesh and time
In order for me to survive
The balance must remain
A coup was planned
To take possession of this body
"She" set my mind afire
Manipulates the threads of fate
Scurrying under the eyes
Of the masters of reality
Sharing veiled glances
To ensure that the plan succeeds
To remake the world in our image
To forge a new destiny
Blood and fire
The insurrection begins
I watch my empathy die
The nexus of original sin
I was so blind
To think I could carry the day
The remaining compassion
Slowly suffocated away
I cannot win
Through force of arms alone...
I study black magic
Gleaned from an old and bloody tome
The mysteries of life
Bloom in my mind
The results are bittersweet...
I barely survived
The dark and contrived
Locked away inside of me
The victory was won
But the price was high
In the fires of the aftermath
What did I gain?
A short and sweet epitaph
The secret of the ghost
Living up inside my head
And there "she" waits
Like a prison for the dead
When the blood moon rises again
A growing fear starts to nest
"She's" always waiting
For total dominance
Nothing is completely erase
By the sands of time
"She's" always upstairs
Singing her insane rhymes
I can never sleep
I must be vigilant
I can never leave
"Her" alone again
The magic of old takes a hold
This thing will never die
Living on and on
Penance for my egregious crimes
I yearn for the black of the night
I curse the gift of foresight
Ten days from now,
I'll hunt once again
The golden sand stained red
Flowing through my hands...
SOLO
The clues that lead me to you
Are hidden in plain sight
Waiting for the right moment
To break the cycle of eternal night
To those who are blind to the power
They seek, I only want to hear them sing
They will follow the signs
Regardless of the danger it will surely
bring...
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5. |
Self Mortification
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5. Self Mortification
Words and Music by: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
The morning comes
I lay there as a corpse
There's something
Different about my environment
It seems darker than it should
The windows are shuttered
Boards haphazardly laid
Blocking the light...
I struggle to my feet
And stagger to take a look
The whole worlds outside
Bathed in sunlight
Why am I carrying a blade?
And my other tools of the trade
I keep looking with same
Dead stare
The fear constricts
As I become a lucid
It's all insidious
My disposition is poisonous
Looking, I see a head
Bodiless and fresh...
My mind's a blank
I'm so tired I can hardly think
Why am I in this place?
What happened last night
I try to think
I can't remember...
Did I dismember her?
Grabbing the head I'm baggin' it up
Taking it back my apartment
A bloody contradiction
Cruelty in abstraction
"Oh Micheal, you should have seen
yourself last night, it was so beautiful...I love you..."
The dread horror as I realize
My complicity with the things
I've done In the city
It's all arranged
That you believe the lie
I bring 'em here, to die...
Corpses keep the balance
As tribute to the one upstairs
The price of flesh
To keep "her" from suffering
I stagger into the light
The head in a bag by my side
Drive to the outskirts of town
Out of my car there's no one around
A clear view
The shifting sands of the dunes
It seems so clear
Getting closer I manage my fear
A dirty circus freak dressed in leather
And human skin
A shovel comes out
And I dig the ninth hole
A slave on a leash
Doing what "she" tells me
Is this the last time?
Now I know that's a lie
"She" keeps a relentless pace
I throw the head into the open grave
SOLO
The reflection from within
The darkest pleasures? or rites of sin
Roads slathered in blood
Intimate human corruption...
SOLO
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Bruised Full Lips
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6. Bruised Full Lips
Words and Music by: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
It's 1996
And I'm a Doctor with a secret
A disciple of logic
A student of modernity
I'm burnt out
It's work night and day
The competitions fierce
I hope I can make it...
There's a light in my life
The reason for the endless hours
I'll be seeing her tonight
My pulse is racing
In the back of my mind
There's a sliver of trepidation
A glimpse of things to come
That can never be undone
Sleepless nights and hazy days
The secrets of the flesh
Altered states of reality
Pushing the limits
To make the grade
The science is new
Reflected in rows of stainless steel
She haunts my every dream
As the meth takes effect
Drugged and dizzy
I fantasize about her all the time
I masturbate in the morgue
To find some kind of release
The smell of formaldehyde
Seems to excite me..
I'm feeling strange
I'm ignoring the things that should
Matter to me
But then I see
A future with you with and it
Fills me endlessly
A deadly game
There is something wrong
There's talk on the campus
The wheels of fate
Pushed into motion once again
SOLO
There's a comfort in the silence
In the quiet, the world gets washed away
I dream of the moment
When we first saw each other
And knew it was fate
My studies are progressing
The rigors of a Doctor...
Feeding off the disease of society
I long for the moment
When you are near
For me to hold again
There's a place inside
That we rarely ever see
A place where the doors are closed
A place of fear
What you want is irrelevant
As the human condition implies
She hasn't come home
Is it me? I'm starting to wonder why
My hands are sweaty
And I can smell the dread tonight
I really want to meet up
Coffee by the lake?
By 7:32 I knew there was something wrong
Her office is empty and she's
Nowhere to be found...
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Dead Noise
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6. Dead Noise
Words and Music by: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
The next day
The sky is blue the sun is shinning
Footprints in the sand
They wonder where they go?
They check her empty place
To find that she's not there
Did she run away?
It's hard to say...
A party of 6 men
Follows the sandy trail
Cold and desperate
Their hearts filled with revenge
The killers next on the list
For getting them into all of this
Oh, how they'll make him pay
He won't make it through the end day
Total rage
Fuels them through the day
They fail to realize
They'll be stuck out here come the night
It's clear that they couldn't care
As they blindly follow the trail
One step after the next
To hell with common sense...
Visions plague their mind
As they're constantly looking behind
it's kind of hard to see
But it looks like someones following
Lightly carried on the wind
The sound of teeth chattering
What's that up ahead?
Stairs leading down into a crypt
Dirty doors like those to a cellar
Out here in the middle of nowhere...
Dirty steps leading into the earth
Discarded in the sand is her coat
Cautiously one by one
The police make their way down
The darkness permeates
The smell it suffocates
The coppery tang, that they know
Oh so well
Of fresh blood
As move further into the dark
SOLO
Laura...
Are you in here, we're looking for you?
Laura...
you can come out now everything is fine
There's no need to be afraid
Laura...
we're here for you
It's ok you can come out now
Laura...
we're here to help you
We're here to take you back to the station
You'll be safe and warm
We'll have to go down and check it out...
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Crush Thine Enemy
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8. Crush Thine Enemy
Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite
Album: Khan 1996
I stare into the candle flame
My conscious mind is laid to rest
In the land of dreams
there are many worlds...
A multiverse of possibilities
Some we share in common
Our fears, our victories
The prism of our lives
It's perfect symmetry
Two sides of life
Reflected in extremity
The mirrors reflection
The paragon entity
While you were dying
It was a sight to see
Life drifting from your eyes
Escaping into eternity
The dream transcends
The thought so deep
We feel the nightmare
That owns our reality
But then beauty rents the black
And allows some light
Your faith is renewed
Based on a lie
The Interpretation of your dreams
As you start to come apart at the seams
I've come full circle...
Running round and round endlessly
I'm trapped in a nightmare
It drains me of vitality
Am I the only to see?
What's for you isn't always good for me
I can't seem to wake up
The dream consumed me
I tried so hard to make "her" see
The dreams we have in common
Don't fit our reality
There's something missing
The picture is slightly blurred
We fall apart when things become Obscured
I'm helpless to stop of it
I'm speeding out of control
It's only a matter of time
before it takes it's toll
I'm falling I wonder do I even care?
I go through the motions
because I'm, sacred...
Khan 1996 - Pt.2? we'll see ;)
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Christopher Carrion Kingston, Ontario
Progressive Metal Artist from Canada. I do Death, Black, Progressive and Classic Rock. I have issues.
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