CEVIN KEY: THE GHOST OF EACH ROOM Lyrics and vocals: Edward Ka-Spel 15th SHADE I accepted the subtle invitation in your beautiful green eyes And pressed an ear to your ruby red lips... "It's coming to get me", you whispered. A button on your dress released itself And the garment dropped to the floor. The fussy eunoch had fumbled to cover your exposed shoulders But you couldn't reach... "Look...it wants to kill me!" Understated, yet petrified... You were appealing to my better side Although the devil in me ached for satisfaction. I dashed to the elevator... Pressed the arrow and waited. On my 13th floor balcony in this hollow hotel I spied on the lobby below. There's pandemonium. Guns are trained...cops in corners. Cops in visors...lines of shields... And i swear i caught the eye of the beast. Wrong. As my would-be adversory turned from the counter, a dart flew into his forehead. The guns rattled...the line of shields parted. There was a distortion of space Like a ball of congealed air rolling at a massive speed... Scattering bodies as it squeezed through the gap in the closed elevator doors. And I turned to watch the illuminated number descend... 1...2...3...4...so slow it must grow angrier by the second... 8...9...10... "It's coming to get me", you whispered... But what the hell could I do about it? I woke up. I'm sorry. And the radio at my bedside spat out the ever-worsening news: Satan's in the White House! React. Reboot to the sound of a violent fart at a pretentious dinner party. Let it pass. I want to wake up again. I couldn't save you, my lovely. I cannot save myself. It's coming to get me... A CERTAIN STUUUCKEY Lyrics and vocals: Edward Ka-Spel Talking guitar fx: Martyn De Kleer Synth: Silverman 3rd Jazz Bass: Ryan Moore Kill it! That's always your answer, isn't it? If it offends you, close the door... Tell someone else to kill it. So Honeybun, any recommendations? Suggestions on how to kill it? A spoon, maybe? The hairdryer? Hey! How about a really long straw? As long as I don't suck too hard, that is! Kill it! Maybe it leaves a stain. Tell you what: Why don't we go and have coffee somewhere And by the time we're back, maybe it's gone! Kill it! We could move... This place is a pit anyhow! The landlord's a nazi! Imagine. No posessions. That's what John Lennon said... And you know how much you've always liked John Lennon. Kill it! There are two of them now... Approximately 2,000 gelatinous eyes Wobbling...indifferent. Focusing on nobody...nothing in particular. One of them is dripping down the side of the bed Onto the floor which I had meticulously cleaned only yesterday. Kill it! Look, why don't you kill it? It's always me that has to play the Grim Reaper... It's against nature! Live and let live, say I! We're all God's creatures, goddammit! Kill it! Sixteen. One of them is seeping under the door... And nobody notices. One of them seems to be fondling the receiver on the phone... Nobody notices. One of them is dripping into the TV... Nobody notices. One of them appears to be copulating with the toothpaste... Nobody notices. Kill it! Why don't we just burn the place? Nobody's gonna care! Nobody's gonna know who did it! Kill it! I don't want to (?) kill it! You kill it! Hell, I wouldn't even kill a l'il ol' fly!