Pestilence, Carcass, and Death at Skoochies

[AJOwens]

An embossed invitation in medieval style
To the wedding of Mona and Jonah McKyle
"Reception at Skoochies, party til three
Roast suckling pig, and the ale will flow free"
A receipt from a farmer; an abattoir's bill
The card of the trucker who ferried the kill

Transcripts of people undone as they plead
To a 9-1-1 worker who can't meet their need
Photos of wedding guests fleeing the hall
A few hundred paces from where they would fall
Concerns from the medics attending the scene
That some things they saw were affecting their dreams

Reports from police that do not reconcile
Redacted discussions from sensitive files
A memo from someone who worked for Defence
A coroner's statement that doesn't make sense
An obit for a chemist who suddenly died
In a car crash portrayed as a strange suicide

A page full of clippings from two days before
Of meteor sightings at Tracadie Shore
The tale of a trucker who saw a bright light
And couldn't remember what happened that night
Taped to the page in a sealed plastic bag
A greenish-blue thing with an evidence tag

An embossed invitation in medieval style
To the wedding of Mona and Jonah McKyle
"Reception at Skoochies, party til three
Roast suckling pig, and the ale will flow free"
A receipt from a farmer; an abattoir's bill
The card of the trucker who ferried the kill

[king_arthur]

PESTILENCE, CARCASS, AND DEATH AT SKOOCHIES
King Arthur

I was in a band back in 1984
With a drummer from the marching band
who called himself Skunk
And the Nelson twins who lived next door
Four high schoolers just tryin' to be punks.

We only had one amp, and just one mic
We were the kind of band that time forgets
We rode to rehearsals on ten speed bikes
But you might have heard one of our three cassettes -

Pestilence, Carcass, and Death at Skoochies
Here, let me give you one before they're all gone
Two minute songs on three C-60s
Don't forget to turn the Dolby on
Or it'll sound like this... all treble and hiss...

We used to dress in black back in 1984
We believed we were gonna be big stars
Though you couldn't buy our music in the record store
And we never played out 'cause nobody had a car.

Pestilence, Carcass, and Death at Skoochies
It's all we have now to look back upon, a
Bunch of two minute songs on three C-60s
Don't forget to turn the Dolby on
Or it'll sound like this... all treble and hiss...

I found the master tapes back in 2004
And I lovingly dubbed them onto CDs
I spun a couple copies for the kids next door
They said they'd rather download MP3s

Pestilence, Carcass, and Death at Skoochies
Here, let me give you one before they're all gone
Two minute songs on three C-60s
Don't forget to turn the Dolby on

Pestilence, Carcass, and Death at Skoochies
Diggin' on ourselves 'til almost dawn
Two minute songs on three C-60s
Don't forget to turn the Dolby on
Or it'll sound like this... all treble and hiss...

That's one thing I don't miss
From when I was in a group back in 1984...

[BBABM]

hopefully i will get a chance to record this (first requiring i figure out a way TO record this with out a mic) if someone would like to steal these they may... i was in a horror movie mood.

PESTILENCE, CARCASS, AND DEATH AT SKOOCHIES
by Bad Boys at Bat Mitzvahs

You know i'd loosen the ropes around your wrists
if you wouldn't use your nails on my face
i would take off the duct tape from your lips
if you promised me a taste
but oh, i can't trust you like that yet
oh but in time i hope we might see
that you aren't lying just like the others
in a pile in my basement
mama said there would be girls just like you
she's right upstairs if you wanted to see
i've left her lying in bed like an angel, just how she wanted to be
and i lie there at night cause the smell helps me sleep
but oh, can i ever trust you like that now
now that you've up, and ran out on me
oh but i've caught you here in my headlights
and im running you down

[FauxUmlaut]

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Are you ready for a brawl?
Are you ready for a fight?
What's the point in a party
if it ain't on fire before midnight?

Hope you won't go an leave
If we set light to the town
Hope it's not picking up
Because we're only going down!

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Some sickness
Give me some shine
Give me some death, now,
Trust me I'm fine
Give me some corpses
Give me something to buy
Give me some party, now, darling
It ain't over, now

Yeah, they've given us pride
And we'll give them some fall
What's the point in a party
if there ain't blood on the walls?

We'll take it to Skoochies
And show them how it's done
Pick yourself up!
'cuz we're taking them down

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Some sickness
Give me some shine
Give me some death, now,
Trust me I'm fine
Give me some corpses
Give me something to buy
Give me some party, now, darling
It ain't over, now

[Paco Del Stinko]

Pestilence, Carcass and Death at Skoochies - Paco del Stinko

Down in the swamp, where the gators haunt
There sits an old time hoochie shack, right about five miles back

They say that long ago, fifty years or so
A zombie walked in with the plague, no-one knew his name

Skoochies was the place
Where they knew your face
But no-one could tell
That it would end up in Hell

All the drinkers fled, but they all wound up dead
Too bad there weren't no good defense, against pestilence

Skoochies was the place
Where they knew your face
But no-one could tell
That it would end up in Hell

How can you fight a germ, that you can't even see (you can't see)
And if it turns you into a zombie, that's one nasty disease

Now no-one goes in there, they just wouldn't dare
But if you did you just might find, a killer stash of moonshine

Skoochies was the place
Where they knew your face
But no-one could tell
That it would end up in Hell

[EvelBist]

Pestilence Carcass & Death @ Skoochies
by Sausage

I'm not convinced of your guile
BeeGees and Prince are your style
Let's just pretend for a while
Our clones would be crocodiles

(chorus)
Get me on the floor
with the other whores
Pestilence Carcass Death at Skoochies

I left my pride at the front door
Maybe with luck I just might score
The coat check girl she's so fine
maybe I'll tip her a dime

(chorus)