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Go To the Devil

by Screaming Mad Dee

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1.
Common Enemy 04:42
I’m told the saw is family in a world of make-believe In truth I’ve seen atrocity in the hell that you’ve achieved Scorched earth, condescending—the match is lit and tossed “Defeat our common enemy—to hell with what it costs” Hollow and cold—I piss into your soul Watch it overflow and dry to black mold Now you’re growing old—resentment takes ahold So mourn the soul you’ve sold—and let the brood console Tell me how you suffer and how your spirit bleeds Look into your mirror—inflictor you will see Enablers have set you on a path—eventual downfall Against a common enemy who breathes to crush you all You’ve taken all away from me—my life, my sanity I see a dance in Hell someday—you bastards next to me Hollow and cold—I piss into your soul Watch it overflow and dry to black mold Now you’re growing old—resentment takes ahold So mourn the soul you’ve sold—and let the brood console
2.
Bedevil Me 05:43
Tonight—bite down as senses start to scream Invite—sting of leather and the crimson streams ‘Til my heart is black as coal I’ll give you my very soul I lust for what you are Seduce with things bizarre Bedevil me Recite all the fantasies and little white lies Hold tight—come together right before my eyes Til my will dissolves away Black of night and heat of day I lust for what’s inside Light the wick—burn me alive Bedevil me Incite—fantasies suspect revealed as true Delight—bliss erupts as you are born anew Oh my dear, you are so pleased What a sweet release False god you worshipped in the past Is gone—so bow to me at last Bedevil me
3.
Born in a one-horse town The lonely one—so different from the rest Scorned and beaten down Conformity eternally was stressed Dreams—to reach the sun Straight on til morning, then far into the night Themes I shared with none The weight of ridicule could never blur the fight I cannot change where I was born But I changed the fate it had for me Born without a chance “You never will escape from this collective that you see” Warned I’d not advance But that type of thinking could not sink its teeth in me I don’t regret where I was born I don’t regret the day I ran away Born with unbending will Nothing is too far away for my reach to obtain Sworn—I will fulfill The vow I made forever more, rebel against the grain I couldn’t choose where I was born Couldn’t choose where I was born Couldn’t choose where I was scorned Couldn’t choose where I was born But I’m glad it wasn’t born in me
4.
With nothing left to lose—even less to prove Scars upon the scars of battles lost His tears wet on the ground—upon the sight he frowned Took his feet once more to lift his cross At last had come the day—was once so far away He mustered all the might that he could find With eyes toward the sky—resolved to no more cry Tried for one last time to save his mind Rise again—remember when—days before the simple times had died The final stand of a broken man—but in this case the fallen still has his pride Abandoned and alone—betrayed by those from home Damned by the very act of birth Destined to his quest—to silence then to rest If even if it is his final act on Earth Rise again—remember when the sunshine gleamed in his eyes The final stand of a broken man— in this case what horror new will arise? The world upon his spine—Everest to climb Weakened knees that beg to not go on Discovery of truth—will it lead him to The peace he hopes to one day look upon Rise again—but can he win absolution from the grime? The final stand of a broken man—what will come—a story for another time…
5.
“Go to the devil” you instructed me To take my attitude and watch it burn I got my baggage packed and out the door I go Carry with me what I’ve learned Zero in upon the heat and follow to its source Blisters bubble on my naked skin When I arrive and knock, they’ll know my name of course With what I bring, they’ll surely let me in “Go to the devil” you barked with a smile And washed the hands that dragged me to this world So I have come—to my own drum—with gasoline to throw And how the flames consume and swirl I smell the cooking meat as it falls from the bone Settle for a long summer’s nap Roars of laughter from the thing upon the throne So pleased that I have walked into his trap “Go to the devil” the last thing you said to me And I returned the thought with finger high I hear familiar voices rising next to me Reverberating to the sky The master’s laughter joining mine in hate and fear Such a mad cacophony I went to the devil, but had no idea That you would join me for eternity
6.
Analyze my life—see what you want to believe Judging and begrudging—invent what you cannot achieve Dig through dirty laundry while I just beg to be alone Left alone—fucked alone—by anyone but you Never afraid—got what I need to survive I require only me, myself, and I Spit in your eye Rotting and plotting—make me the thing that you want Want to hate, bait, berate—twist me into what I am not So fabricate a motive—while I just seek the will to live To live, relive—but not forgive a single thing regarding you Never afraid—got what I need to survive I require me, myself, and I Tell you no lie Study my life—you can’t believe the things you see Eyeglass and a spyglass—the puppet cut away the strings No tears, and no fears—depression fades away at last No tears or fears as you fade into my past
7.
With calloused feet and calloused souls—delirium taking hold The masses march toward the lotus field Sharing all the pains of war—with fallen who have marched before Seeking rest til battle wounds are healed A quiet coda begs to close To put behind the terror that arose With bloodshot eyes and bloody tears—debility drawing near Collective hearts will rupture in the chest Forgotten what they’re fighting for—they beg to close the door To the sky they plead “just let us rest” To smell the bloom—inhale so deep Into the loving arms of sleep Drift away from all the ache Please—oh please—don’t make me stay awake With calloused feet and calloused minds—impossible to find The lotus field is barren—gone to sand The dream to dream corrodes away—from day to night to day Against their will—they’re cognizant and damned
8.
On a dark, lonely night he walked down the street—looking for a way to find Jesus The rags on his back were long soaked by the rain and the devil pushed him from behind With 48 cents he had left to his name—the auctioneer riding his heels He’d given his soul to this Christ long ago but was hell-bent on killing the deal The life he’d devoted was hanging in shreds—a new buyer’d just come along On this cold, rainy night he would buy back the deed, and didn’t care if it was wrong With the glowing of neon cast red in the sky, he slipped into the watering hole And there with a shot glass pressed up to his lips—Jesus sat high on his throne With courage that spawned from the decades of dread he sat at the Savior’s right hand As the devil sat quiet with a deep, brooding smile he issued his list of demands “The item I sold you misused from day one, your glory nowhere to be found I offer this pittance with a handshake and then your hold on the deed be unbound” The devil stood tall with a contract held high—30 pieces of silver thrown down “A price right for Judas—a price right for me, and all that my coffers allow” With thunderbolts rising and rage in his eyes—the Son of God glowing in white “This fool gave himself, his existence to me—you will not have him this night” With the deed out in view, the man snatched it away—tore it to pieces and yelled “My life and my soul owned by no one but me—I’ll see you both someday in hell”
9.
I sat there on the shore and watched what floated by First it was my daddy’s car—and then a railroad tie Watched the town just wash away with my last swig of rye Debris started piling up—the bridge was buried now The path to top my bottle off—there weren’t no way, no how I couldn’t get ‘cross to West By God—the rain would not allow Hip waders nice and snug to make my way across Old Lou said rain for two or three more days—and me fresh out of sauce The thirst had gotten hold of me and I was purt’ near lost Lord have mercy The current was so strong—goodness sakes alive Swept me off the Dixon Bridge—my hunt for rye denied Washed me up upon the shore—but on the wrong damn side
10.
Your Face 04:53
I dream about your face It looks down from the sky Its final resting place Teardrops fill my eyes Why are you there While I am left alone? I think about your face It warms me to my bones I look around this waste That used to be a home But now you’re gone And I fall to my knees I beg that you will come for me A world that lost its grace A world you’re best without How I miss your face In pain I cry and shout And wander off Where silently I’ll weep Until at last I fall asleep
11.
Your bones have left your flesh And now form the cage that holds you Trapped within yourself—your heart ticks the hours away Père Malfait has leapt from your dreams Rattles the door of your soul The sickening grin of addiction that greets every day Cast your glance to the East The rising sun lurches on the mountain Daily daggers of light stab into your eyes The tiny mouths in your arm cry for their morning feeding Too broken to live but the craving won’t allow you to die The warmth of your mother’s love has eroded to nothing A lone and flickering ember from memory fades Scratch through the cobwebs’ subconscious to rekindle a feeling Just to trade it for poison and life in decay The bloodied stumps that once were your feet are still moving Leaving the red flyblown trail that is marking your path The gingerbread house in the distance gets smaller and smaller As dry heaves and needles and pain come to mete out their wrath

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The second solo release from former Iron Man voice Dee Calhoun.
©2018 Argonauta Records

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released August 6, 2021

This album is dedicated with love to Dolores Vanyo. who taught me to dream big, and to Alfred Morris III, who gave me the stage on which to do it. Rest easy dear ones, and thank you.

Dee Calhoun: voice, guitars, percussion, keyboards, harmonica, cello, flute
Louis Strachan: bass guitar
Robert Calhoun: additional voice on “The Ballad of the Dixon Bridge”

Produced and engineered by Dee Calhoun . Recorded at The DustBuster, Walkersville MD . Mastered by Doug
Benson at Commodore Recording Studio, Thurmont MD

All lyrics, music, melodies, and arrangements by Dee Calhoun

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Screaming Mad Dee Frederick, Maryland

Dee Calhoun was the final voice of doom metal legends Iron Man, and fronts metal band Spiral Grave.

Dee has released four albums on Argonauta Records: "Rotgut" (2016), "Go to the Devil" (2018), "Godless" (2020), & “Old Scratch Comes to Appalachia” (2023). He also released the independent EP "A Dream Within a Dream" (2020).

In addition to music, Dee is a published author and does voiceover work.
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