Wondering Why, Setting Sun and Lounge Lizard By Dickie Gonzo.

Enjoy this Music that has been displayed for your enjoyment.  Simply click on one the play buttons and it will start the associated song after a couple seconds. You can listen right from the page (you will not be redirected)...Took a bit to allow for this so do enjoy.  Three songs have been put down the feed so you may have a little variety .  This music has been written, synced and brought to life solely by one man.. Dickie Gonzo...brings you Wondering Why, Setting Sun, and Lounge Lizard.  All Unique Original Pieces that would desperately love feedback...You guys are great...Enjoy the awesome tunes from Dickie Gonzo....A Great Friend and very talented writer, musician, and artist.


bum.mp3 by Dickie Gonzo   Dickie Gonzo Brings You: Wondering Why

the Setting Sun.mp3 by Dickie Gonzo   Dickie Gonzo Brings You:  Setting Sun

Lounge Lizzard.mp3 by Dickie Gonzo   Dickie Gonzo Brings You:  Lounge Lizard

The House That Dwight Dwells

Standing tall canvassed against the light

Ominous and eerie exciting delights

Rusted gate with trash weeks old

Wraps around the structure unsold

Tempting thoughts obstruct my being

To go beyond more than just day dreaming

Enter this structure I must entertain

The history attached of those that were slain

Adventure I must into this dwelling

My curious nature of the murder compelling

Slain and dismembered from what I remembered

by escaped convict dwight who never surrendered

Four little friends out to begin an adventure

Explore the old house where nobody ventured

Just little friends that play cops and robbers

Leave in remembrance a township of sobbers

I walk to the door and trace the thick oak

A scream in my mind, Hands at my throat

Heavy...Thick...Dark laughing Exists

Rumored to house Dwight and the victims

Of the slain children his demon lives within

Achilles reoccurrence they constantly relive.

Torturous thoughts so each to give.

I back off the porch a taste I've entertained

Terror sits firmly for the evil remains

Never to return to this house of mad death

Still being tortured the children can't rest

One little touch...Is all that it took

To experience the evil and set in it's hooks.

randy sturridge

Bloodshed and Butchery

Pompous brutes trudge past fast

Astonishing courage to challenge my wrath

frenzied hysteria fuses within

Rage permeates my existence with sin

I am the target I encourage the masses

Bloodshed and butchery fuels my advances

A cancer erodes the synapse to reason

Abominated, mutated now destined to treason

Blood and Death with excruciating pain

Is now my existence for as long as I remain

Feed my wicked broken desires

With the kind hearted set to fire

Lick the flames just to feel pain

I am death torture to reign

RANDY STURRIDGE

Intolerable Fear

Written by: Trish Cockburn

He strolls through the darkest wooded hills
Hands inside his pockets as the wind chills his bones
For once, his mind wasn't consumed by the piling bills
He takes in the fresh, clean air while he walks all alone

His mind so clear he admires the sounds in the darkness all around
In a flash, the small hairs on his neck at attention
Consumed with an uneasy feeling, he stands without making a sound
Bewildered and confused, he feels his body full with tension

He nervously glances around only to see shadows in the dark
He cautiously continues on though the feeling still remains
His pace turns faster toward the lights from the park
His heart beats like a drum with fear as the sky opens up to rain

The rain pelts him in the face like bullets
Inexplicably, he stands still once again
Knowing he should have taken the way that's lit, this fills him with regrets
His inner voice was against him before his journey began

He picks up speed while he cautiously glances behind
Startled by a horrific sound, he forces himself to run
This time he won't turn around afraid of what he'd find
He grabs his chest in pain, in the past he had done

His breaths become more laboured, he's forced to slow it down
While bending down with hands on knees, goosebumps wanting to appear
He looks ahead and sighs, only minutes away from town
Once again his ears consume the sound that had first filled him with fear

The next thing he knew, he's laying on the ground
When he looks up he could only see a small light at first was dim
The rain had stopped, the pain was gone, all had changed around
It all came rushing back again, the noise and fear was created by him

FIND IT (Intolerable Poem Series #2)

By Trish Cockburn

© 2009 Trish Cockburn (All rights reserved)

We Are Animals

Deny if you want but the fact remains

We are animals that have just combed our manes

The thirst still beats cavernous within our hearts

Jealousy and competition leaves their mark

Sophisticated we are though basic needs still remain

Without food and water you’re sure to go insane

cold, dark and lonely are the wide open spaces

Will you give your space to shelter other races

It’s easy enough to speak silly words

A vegan when hungry will devour helpless birds

We have taken this planet and claimed it as ours

We force all other genus species behind bars

We impede more and more as we see fit

Stomping out the lights other species have lit

We only step lightly when we unearth our own kind

Evolved our minds we bureaucratically resign

Take take take want want want

We are the same…social class means nothing

One just convinces itself it’s something

We are the same…we both kill to survive

Without food, water, and shelter we die

You are thirsty it pains your existence

But I’ve got the water and I’m quite resistant

I must live and there’s none to give

Frantic you desire for just one little sip

Driven by lust…with needs gaped ajar

We are animals…

Remember

…we’ve not traveled to far.

We’ve taken this world and live as we wish

We are animals

You must never Forget.

Randy Sturridge

Losing Something

Have you ever felt like you were losing your mind? this is not the standard but instead a deep concentration centralized around my own inability to understand the panic that seems to be growing more terrifying as the days progress.  At first I just felt as though I was overly stressed.  That seems appropriate; it makes sense.  

I began to feel increasingly agitated and angry when I realize I can not remember events as they’ve happened.  I instead only retain a memory that is misplaced, and wrong.  I often catch myself with my hands in my hair thinking, about what I don’t know.  

I just know that I have to find something.  Something that I know I will never get.  Most bizarre of all I’m not even sure what it is that I am hoping to acquire.  It doesn’t make sense but I can’t figure it out.  

Why does this something weigh so heavily on my thoughts?  I have to break free of this vessel that I am bound.  I need myself to leave me.  However that is possible.  Again, I find myself holding my head in deep concentration.  You should speak to me when I’m like this.  I feel like something would happen, I’m not sure what.  

I know that I can’t think anymore about anything but whatever this is.  It’s going to be okay because we always figure it out.  I just need to stop fighting and listen.  I always seem to figure it out; that makes sense.  I 

was awake the other day and realized it was not right.  I was searching and knew not what for.  I was yelling at two days.  I know that doesn’t make sense but it does.  

It has to because I don’t know.  

I’m walking in the grass but it’s sand and it makes me feel like two decks of cards with only the cards in the yellow pieces.  Tonight Is tomorrow and yesterday never happened. I know that I will walk for six blocks and be okay.  

My night is upset because of the stars, they don’t care anyway.   I have to urge myself to continue before I forget that I didn’t.  

I can’t remember something but I know that we will remember when I remember that I can’t play.  

Hope that you enjoyed this...a stray from the norm however felt more like free writing and just putting up whatever came out.  Thanks.

Her Space Holiday - Something to Do With My Hands

I remember when I heard this song a few years ago. It says quite a bit and leaves the message that Im sure quite a few people have felt and experienced. Listen to the song below and follow along with the lyrics posted as well.  ENJOY...

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue
Of how much I've been touching you

My problem with me is my problem with you
It doesn't take much
For me to come unglued
I put my headphones on
And hear your favorite songs
And it kills me to know
That this won't be one of them

You know it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear
I almost didn't make it
This has been my hardest year
Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could
So now you're giving up like they always said you would
You've got that old map out now and you found the farthest town
You hope that if you're lucky this is where you'll settle down

I don't care where you move
I don't care if it's far
All that I ask is that I know where you are 
In case our timing is right
In case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice
Or a tongue full of sympathy

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So my girlfriend has no clue
Of how much I've been touching you

Without Humanity

Written by:  Gill Shutt

Your inside doing your stuff ,

I'm outside looking in .

I haven't got the things you've got ,

But then that's not a sin .

I see you going your way 

And ask: 

" How can it be 
That I see you and your life 
And yet you don't see me ? "

I have a heart that beats like yours 

And yet you never give 

A thought for me , 'cos I've not got 

A home in which to live .

Well let me tell you , I'm as good 

As any person here ,

But I must spend my life in cold 

And constantly in fear .

I'm spat on and I'm kicked about ,

And dead I'd not be missed ,

But worse than these is when you act 

As though I don't exist .'

Digital Editing Piece: Fade Away

An attempt to further improve image and art rendering to bring forth a whole new meaning in an otherwise ordinary moment. 

Enlightened Wanderers

Knowledgeable gestures upon the face

Unwavering faith laced with grace

Humility articulated from day to day

Tranquil empathy habitually conveyed

Blackened attire wholesome images

Compelling influence with boundaries limitless

Soul filled trust and grateful thoughts

Ensures troubled minds for happiness sought

Enlightened wanderers lifted from despair

By the hands of wisdom and welcoming care

Guiding light provided to all

Rejoice now friends and stand up tall

Futures bright with guided light

Thank every man every day and night.

Randy Sturridge

Bullets for Apes

By; Arron Shilling

Suicide tiger, Bullets for apes, loaded gun - ALL THE WORLDS A ZOO,
Monkey Lobe Lobotomy, slit throat sheep weeps - let’s have some fun.

17 Pylons, Horror Horizon, cadmium orange, hell hue milieu crackles,
Mackerel skies linger large the expanse weeps – let’s have some fun.

Zoo sanatorium silhouette scans the scene in caesarean sections,
Rabid robots fester, captive droid has seizure, oil weeps - let’s have some fun.

The tragedy, pacing Tiger, insanity bound, fearful lunatic symmetry,
The shame, jeep beep - beeps, hell cat diesel weeps - let’s have some fun.

Emblems patch work, uniform cameo, child soldier, warrior quadruped,
Plutonium perversions, electrode clips balls in a vice…weep – let’s have some fun.

Fume of Faeces lines the lungs animal killer. Butcher boy chiller,
Loco safari, rifle range, derange, zebra eye weeps - let’s have some fun.

Glory beast arsehole, bear belly bar distended - B A L L O O N B A B O O N and burst,
Hunting expedition, lame ducks outta luck, sitting targets weep - let’s have some fun.

Silver back chockfull of holes and lead, weird wolves chuck hair balls, drizzle chin of swine,
Electrode elephants shocked, arson cages wreak, giraffes gently weep –let’s have some fun.

Mission complete, blood on his feet, slaughter house chimps snuggle in,
Leaning back he pulls the pin. Cuddle cousins wounded weeping - let’s have some fun.

Don’t you weep for the beast; comfort nuzzles, jungle genocide, wide screen TVs,
Sand man assassin sing – fanatic, multimedia play pens, Industrialist guzzlers – let’s have some fun.

Suicide springtide, insectile breach, poker dot/pebble dash the art of the gun,
Savannah utopia incinerating nations, new world order, Libya who’s next? Let’s all have some fun…

Except You, you, you and you...and you at the back with the big trunk..

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