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WORMFOOD

Though his head is pounding, the few drinks that have burned their way into his system have resulted in an unnatural energy pulsing through The Performer. The band have moved to the forefront and his jealousy is growing. With difficulty, he rouses himself from his piano stool and begins to semi-rhythmically stumble across the stage, imitating a far more successful performer who has probably left this world long ago.

The dance-floor is no longer empty, but to call it busy would be a lie. Most of the Devils that occupy the bar are still more irritated than enamoured by the performance, but some use the increased tempo to up the level of their pursuit. The Angels’ anxiety rises and control starts to be loosened.

By the end of the song, the room as been transformed and debauchery reins. This is undoubtedly both the peak and the trough of the night. The Performer looks regretful at his misguided rise in energy, but chooses to remain standing, awaiting the beginning of the next tune.

lyrics

What’s a boy to do with a phantom such as you?
Captured in your smoky haze
Hysterical and wild. You’re truly Satan's child
An apparition formed by grace

Oh, I get high, high, high
When I see you floating by
Oh I get high, high, high
Through the rooftops we will fly
Oh, I get high high high

Well, what’s a ghost to do for a man without a clue?
Caught up in your senseless chase
Delusional boy-child. A spectre you defiled
Astride between your hope and fate

Oh, I get high, high, high
Then I hang my head and cry
Oh I get high, high, high
I’m not the interventionist type
Oh, I get high high high

So forthright, In hindsight
I’d sink as low as one can go
My eyes glued, just to you
The only weakness I can show

Knock once more on death’s door
And you shall reap just what you sow
I promise, I’ll lead the tributes.

I’ll play you all and I play to win
I’ll score your end with a violin
Feed the worms, return to Earth
Untimely end, so well deserved

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from A Lounge Full of Demons, released March 22, 2021

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Bert Honour Oxford, UK

Singer-songwriter from Oxfordshire.

Misguided, wayward and fueled by whisky. Breaker of strings, glasses and eardrums.

Primarily a songwriter and author, Bert is also a mediocre singer, guitarist, pianist and harmonica-ist. ... more

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