Nigor Mortis - Chapter 4 - Suck My Contradiction

NIGOR MORTI CHAPTER 4 COVER

14) MRS. GUPTA  4:19

I’m gonna get you girl 
I’m gonna knock on your door 
I’m gonna get you girl 
I’m gonna knock on your door 
Because you’re a widow 
And you’re gonna need my love

I go to sleep 
In silent fear 
That my dreams 
Won’t find you here 
‘Cause I‘ve gotta give my heart to Mrs. Gupta!

I’m gonna get you girl 
And I’m gonna tie you down 
I wanna lay with you 
And I want to stay around 

I go to sleep 
In silent fear 
That my dreams 
Won’t find you here 
‘Cause I’ve gotta give my heart to Mrs. Gupta!

I’m gonna get you girl 
I’m gonna knock on your door 
I’m gonna get you girl 
And I’m gonna knock on your door 
Because you’re a widow 
And you’re gonna need my love

MRS. GUPTA BE SURE TO REMEMBER THAT OBSTACLES ONLY HELP CLEAR CONFUSION!

 

15) FREE ME  3:24

SHE DRIVE YOU CRAZY 
IF YOU'RE HER BABY 
LIKE A RED MERCEDES 
(AND SHE WILL KILL YOUR LUCK WITH OTHER LADIES)

FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME

SHE RODE ME LIKE A 
A HARLEY BIKER 
I’D ALWAYS FIGHT HER 
(AND SHE WOULD SCREAM WHEN I WOULD TRY TO BITE HER)

FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME

SHE KNOW NO MERCY 
TO REIMBURSE ME 
FOR MY CHARITY 
(AND FOR THE TIME THAT IT TAKES TO REHEARSE ME)

FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME 
FREE ME, LOVE ME

 

16) I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU  2:58

SHE DANCES WITH THE DEVIL 
HE KEEPS HER ON HIS LEVEL 
SHE WAS A COLD ASSASSIN 
SHE COULD HAVE TAUGHT A CLASS IN 
HE WAS A FIREBIRD 
SHE WAS HIS DYING WORD 
SO I WANTED HER DEAD 
TO PUT A BULLET THROUGH HER HEAD 
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD 
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS 
SO I WANTED HER DEAD 
TO SUFFOCATE HER ON HER BED 
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD 
AND WHIPED HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS 
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!

SHE CAME IN LIKE A WIDOW 
WITH SPIDERS ON HER PILLOW 
SHE WAS ‘CONFUSIONISTA’ 
HE WAS ‘EVANGELISTA’ 
HE WAS A RINPOCHE 
HER FENG SHUI NO EASY WAY 
SO HE WANTED TO DROWN 
BY KEEP HIS BIGGER FISH AROUND 
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD 
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS 
IT GOT HARDER TO SWIM 
I SWEATED SO MUCH, CHANCES SLIMMED 
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD 
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS 
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!

SHE DANCES WITH THE DEVIL 
HE KEEPS HER ON HIS LEVEL 
SHE WAS A COLD ASSASSIN 
SHE COULD HAVE TAUGHT A CLASS IN 
HE WAS A FIREBIRD 
SHE WAS HIS DYING WORD 
SO I WANTED HER DEAD 
TO PUT A BULLET THROUGH HER HEAD 
AND I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD 
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS 
SO I WANTED HER DEAD 
TO SUFFOCATE HER ON HER BED 
BUT I DON’T CARE SINCE SHE STOLE MY WORLD 
AND PUT HER FOOTPRINTS OVER MY PEARLS

I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!
 

17) AT THE CROSSROADS  5:38

HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO FEELS IT 
THEN I’VE GOT TO BE THE ONE WHO DEALS IT 
‘CAUSE I’M NOT A SECOND CHANCER 
HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO TAKES IT 
THEN I’VE GOT TO BE THE ONE WHO BREAKS IT 
BUT UNTIL I FIND MY ANSWERS, 
I’LL SURROUND MYSELF WITH DANCERS…

OF A CERTAIN KIND 
LIKE MOST OF YOURS 
AND SOME OF MINE 
I HEAR THUNDER IN A MOUNTAIN FIELD 
AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I FEEL 
AND I MUST GO AND I MUST GO ALONE 
YOU CAN'T CALL ME ON A TELEPHONE 
WHO KNOWS JUST WHAT I’LL FIND 
I MAY BE WASTING TIME

AT THE CROSSROADS 
WHERE I FIND MYSELF 
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP 
AFRAID THAT I HAVE TO 
FACE IT BY MYSELF 
AT THE CROSSROADS 
WHERE I FIND MYSELF 
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP 
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO 
FACE IT BY MYSELF

HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO CHASES 
ALL THE MIRRORS THAT HAVE BLURRED MY FACES 
THEN MY HAT’S OFF TO THE RACES 
HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO’S TASTED 
ALL THE WINE AND WOMEN THAT I’VE WASTED 
LOOKING FOR MY ANSWERS 
AND SURROUNDED WITH MY DANCERS…

OF A CERTAIN KIND 
LIKE MOST OF YOURS 
AND SOME OF MINE 
I HEAR THUNDER IN A MOUNTAIN FIELD 
AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I FEEL 
AND I MUST GO, AND I MUST GO ALONE 
YOU CAN’T CALL ME ON A TELEPHONE 
WHO KNOWS JUST WHAT I’LL FIND 
I MAY BE WASTING TIME

AT THE CROSSROADS 
WHERE I FIND MYSELF 
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP 
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO 
FACE IT BY MYSELF 
AT THE CROSSROADS 
WHERE I FIND MYSELF 
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP 
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO 
FACE IT BY MYSELF

HEY, IF I WALK THROUGH THE GRAVEL 
OF STONES AT MY FEET AS I TRAVEL 
STAGGERING LIKE A PANTHER 
HEY, IF I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEYS 
THROUGH THE CARAVANS OF BROKEN ALLEYS 
LOOKING FOR MY ANSWERS 
I’LL SURROUND MYSELF WITH DANCERS…

OF A CERTAIN KIND 
LIKE MOST OF YOURS 
AND SOME OF MINE 
I HEAR THUNDER IN A MOUNTAIN FIELD 
AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I FEEL 
AND I MUST GO, AND I MUST GO ALONE 
YOU CAN’T CALL ME ON A TELEPHONE 
WHO KNOWS JUST WHAT I’LL FIND 
I MAY BE WASTING TIME

AT THE CROSSROADS 
WHERE I FIND MYSELF 
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP 
AFRAID THAT I’LL HAVE TO 
FACE IT BY MYSELF 
AT THE CROSSROADS 
WHERE I FIND MYSELF 
LOOKING FOR SOME HELP 
AFRAID THAT I HAVE TO 
FACE IT BY MYSELF…..

 

18) HAS IT BEEN TOO QUIET?  3:33

I ADMIT, I’VE BEEN CONFUSED 
MY MIND SEWN UP 
MY SOUL ABUSED 
I NEEDED TIME TO BREATHE 
TO WARM MY FEET 
ROLL UP MY SLEEVES 
NOW LISTEN UP BEFORE YOU LEAVE 

I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET 
BUT BABY, HAS IT BEEN TOO QUIET NOW? 
I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME PEACE 
BUT NOW IT FEELS LIKE I’VE LOST 
A PIECE OF ME

BACK WHEN I KNEW YOUR NAME 
BEFORE I KNEW 
YOUR OTHER GAMES 
BACK WHEN A KISS WAS ALL 
YOU NEEDED TO 
BREAK YOUR FALL 
WE SELDOM SPEAK NOW, IF AT ALL

I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET 
BUT BABY, HAS IT BEEN TOO QUIET NOW? 
I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME PEACE 
BUT NOW, IT FEELS LIKE I’VE LOST 
A PIECE OF ME

YOU PLAYED ME LIKE PIANO KEYS 
THEN BROKE MY HEART 
BY MEMORY 
THEN BEAT ME LIKE A DRUM 
DROPPED YOUR STICKS 
THEN TRIED TO RUN 
WE HELD EACH OTHER LIKE A GUN

I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET 
BUT BABY, HAS IT BEEN TOO QUIET NOW? 
I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME PEACE 
BUT NOW, IT FEELS LIKE I’VE LOST 
A PIECE OF ME


NIGOR MORTIS CHAPTER 4
SUCK MY CONTRADICTION

‘NIGOR MORTIS’ - Somewhere between ‘Rigor Mortis’, and ‘Vigor Mortis’ lies ‘Nigor Mortis’. “I know what it feels like when the heat comes up, the hammer comes down and ‘NIGOR MORTIS’ sets in”. - Sananda Maitreya!

Lyrics for chapter 4: ‘SUCK MY CONTRADICTION’- The further adventures of the process of ‘Nigor Mortis’, which this author has duly known. Death can penetrate no further than this…..

The titles are- 

...• Mrs. Gupta 
...• Free Me 
...• I don’t give a Fuck about you! 
...• At the Crossroads
...• Has it been too quiet?

All titles written, produced, performed and arranged by Sananda Maitreya and mixed by Maitreya and Matteo Sandri (‘Sergente’). Recorded and engineered by ‘Sergente’, assisted by the very capable Giorgio Bau at CASA LOGIC studio, Milano Italy. I thank them for their diligence and craft.

ALL SONGS THE PROPERTY OF TREEHOUSE PUBLISHING ’08. 
ALL INSTRUMENTS USED WERE REAL AND ORGANIC AND PLAYED ENTIRELY BY HUMAN HANDS AND NEUROSES. WE USED A YAMAHA STAGE DRUM SET WITH UFIP CYMBALS. WE USED LES PAULS FOR ALL THE GUITAR WORK AND OUR TRUSTY BLUE FENDER JAZZ BASS, SOMETIMES BOTH BEING RUN THROUGH A ‘Q-TRON’ FILTER BOX. A MARSHALL 1960 LEAD AMP WERE USED AS WERE A MARSHALL JCM 2000 HEAD. THESE SESSIONS UTILIZED A SECOND AMP APPROACH AND WE USED A SMALL KUSTOM AMP. OUR ROLAND VIKING VK-8 ORGAN WERE USED AND CASA LOGIC’S BATTERED BUT FUNKY OLD GERMAN BRUDER AND SOHN UPRIGHT PIANO WERE USED WHERE YOU MAY HEAR IT. THE BACKING VOCALS WERE ALREADY USED WHEN WE FOUND THEM……

THESE RECORDINGS MADE UTILIZING 11 DAYS BETWEEN THE 12TH OF NOVEMBER AND THE 28TH, ACCOMPANIED BY THE USUAL ‘STURM AND DRANG’ WHICH NORMALLY AWAITS MY RECORDING EVENTS, YET WHICH ONLY ADD MORE SUBSTANCE TO THE CALL. WE ARE DEEPLY GRATEFUL FOR WHAT EXISTS OF YOUR POSITIVE PRAYERS AND GOODWILL, IT HELPS, THAT’S FOR SURE.

EXCERPTS FROM RECORDING DAY ONE: 
‘SERGENTE’- “SANANDA, HOW MUCH VOLUME DO YOU WANT FROM THE AMP?” 
‘SANANDA’- “SERGENTE, WE JUST GOT ELECTED PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, SO TURN THAT BITCH UP!”
‘SERGENTE’- “COOL!”

SO WELCOME TO CHAPTER 4, SUCK MY CONTRADICTION, WHOSE SONGS ARE PRETTY SELF EXPLANTORY. TO VERY LOOSELY PARAPHRASE A HERO OF MY OWN, THE GREAT AMERICAN MASTER WALT WHITMAN (AND VERY LOOSELY INDEED), IF I CONTRADICT MYSELF, I CONTRADICT MYSELF, FOR I AM MULTITUDES. When I’ve borrowed it for personal consumption, it turns out more like, 
If I contradict myself, so what? The great master Ralph Waldo Emerson also reckoned 
That yesterday belongs to yesterday and today belongs to today, and that a foolish consistency was the hobgoblin of little minds. Steady on as steady goes, and appears, and so life is like unto this, A LADY YOU MUST SWAY, EACH AND EVERY DAY. We also do not believe in ‘Anti-Christs’, since we know that Christ is all, the seen and the unseen, the shadow and the light the shadow casts, and we know that he does not mind ‘appearing’ to be ‘Anti-’, if it helps to shake things up the way he needs them to go. Neither will it stop him from appearing as the ‘wolf’ if it takes that to move his recalcitrant sheep. There are no Anti-Christs, just some people with really bad manners……Knowing who you are precludes having to make your mind up in advance about who you may be tomorrow……and we are indeed all things, as the master Whitman said, duly served. Please enjoy and keep impressionable minors away from my work, they can learn their own swear words and phrases! I am an artist and it is a part of my spiritual responsibilities to shake shit up, upon when called by time and necessity to do so AND I LOVE MY JOB (despite sometimes the grieves to bear)! And I zealously covet what time you give my POST MILLENNIUM ROCK to the fertile spaces your ears surrender to my sound. Thank you and may heaven bless and keep you. We dedicate these recordings to our new young and gifted President and his family, to those of you who care for freedom and democracy, to those who strive for merit and invention, to those who understand that ‘profiles’ are death masks and are naught but the new chains, they chafe, so we step out of them and into another CAMELOT. 
MOST OF ALL, we dedicate this to all artists of all real stripe and hue, for the days belong now to our fulfilment and our time most certainly needs us, every swinging dick, every clinging vine, every beating heart. Signed Sir Lancelot (so called because he laughs when he dancelot!)


Important info: the ‘karaoke’ and instrumental versions will be available upon request. We have instrumental versions of all of Post Millennium Rock, which in due course we plan to make available to interested parties.


BONUS TRACK- YOUR MOTHER THOUGHT THAT MAMMOGRAMS WERE SINGING TELEGRAMS FOR HOUSEKEEPERS (SHE THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE INVENTED BY AL JOLSON…)

OK, I know, but it is my web site…..one little last one? Please? Ok, despite how hard your brother studied, he still couldn’t get into Oxford shoes! Ciao!!!

Sananda Francesco Maitreya, Milano, December 1st the year of our Lord 2008.

OM MANI CHRISTUM!


And not being disciplined enough to resist… Your mother?s idea of teaching you cultural diversity was in making you guess who your father was……. 

All rights reserved (though being shy, some rights are more reserved than others….)


Suck my Contradiction, a love story. (please shake well before reading):

The wordsmith was pissed! “They promoted that asshole over me, just because he came up with consonants? I invented vowels for crying out loud!” “Yeah”, said his regular yes man, “but there are more consonants than vowels”. “Yes, but that’s the genius of vowels, you only need a few, I downsize and get overlooked by management while ‘that one’ gets promoted for excess, waste, extravagance, I’m like so out of here”. “So, you coming with me?” “Uh, well, I got an offer from the adverbs division about possibly managing their semi-colons”. “Wait, you’re going to leave me AND ALL OF THIS to look after those spastic juvenile semi-jerks, are you for real?” “Well, the pension looks good, the insurance is great and I get to use as many definitive articles as I choose”. “Alright dude, you are such an idiot, and good luck to you, I’m Audi 5ooo. Don’t think that you won’t one day miss the old vowel man, your tongue wouldn’t be the same without me.” “Have you given thought to your future?” “Yeah, me and exclamation point are going to start up a new scheme and if we can talk period into joining us, this place is so over.” “Do you know that that promoted dickhead told comma that he came up with ‘THE’? “Well apparently it was comma who recommended the promotion:” “THAT TRAITOR, THAT SCUR! HE WILL PAY FOR THIS, comma was always trying to compete with me, remember that time he tried to copyright the title; the WORD JONES, just because I was wordsmith? Now who is gonna take a company seriously which employs both a wordsmith and a word jones? That’s just silly, and then he tried to copyright the word ‘copyright’ before the copywriters stopped him. He will get his, now come on quotation marks and let’s go to a bar and get ‘scuzzed”. “Uh, quotation marks are staying right here with the company”. “Et tu QM?” I’ve known you since you used to rub my head and call me ‘bowels’. 
“Yes my friend, they upped my pay AND I got to drop my workload and just handle single quotations now, which at my age is much easier”. “Right, I’m off then, use any of my letters, even think about it and you bastards will hear from my lawyers…..” (he had known them both since the team first started out together working in the short sentence division though there was a sense of estrangement when vowels were moved on to parables). And with that the wordsmith scurried off to his lawyers at Klein, Doolittle or nothing to make double sure that he really were the owner of ‘an sometimes Y’. To beat them at their game, he knew that control of ‘Y’, were the key to complete exploitation of his soon to be quite lucrative vowel franchise. 
He would even win his landmark case against XY chromosomes for infringement of his patent. 
And he would gain another fortune in time when he invented some new letters specifically for those who lisped. Exclamation point left after a while and went independent (and in truth they all envied ‘EP’ for how effortlessly he did his job and how fit he kept his figure). Comma too eventually left the company. He is now working with period on a common language for all housepets……


…and finalmente, we address these sessions and writings to our dear sweet friend Saint Gabriel, who were the patron saint of chapter 4 especially. Many of these songs were composed and inspired during my time living amongst Southern California’s ‘San Gabriel’ mountains and my brother in law a few months ago, brought me back from his travels a lovely simple framed portrait of him as well as a nifty key chain. God bless the church, they do know how to market and they have many stars worthy of it. During these recordings, the small portrait of Saint Gabby occupied the center of our mixing desk. That and a gift given to me by my dear, ancient friend, Satya Sai Baba. Also dedicated most sincerely to my dear old friend and sponsor, the late great BISHOP HENRY ROSS of LAKELAND FLORIDA and to his wife SARAH. 


And always we thank our loyal and great staff, Margherita, Maceo, the wonderful and unique Lily, our web dominatrix and the amazing Mrs. Francesca Maitreya, who is far more woman than I deserve, though I won’t be giving her back any time soon….. We thank God, we thank our SHIVA, we thank our local priest. We also thank profusely the great vineyards of Italy and France and their kind bottlers. And to you, your joys and your pains. Respects to Luther Means and Victor Spoils. And I leave you with Sananda’s ‘shadow’ prayer: Thank you Lord for protecting me from my own ignorance. Amen. And Happy Holidays!