Cano Sings

Suture (The Adrenochrome Song) | Song 201: Suture (The Adrenochrome Song) | by Cano | A=432 Hertz | The arbitrageur stamped some lots within your soul/Bare a witness to the barrage you control/Down in Sheol there’s a troll that keeps the scroll. Mortified/Gently eyed the guide that tried to scry/I spy of six of portals in the wide sky/The archetype, the bridgehead of death/The dead blockhead read we were wed/I’m moving down the line, with a mask on my mind/Slowly shopping along, it’s the adrenochrome song/An avante-garde that scarred beneath the yard/These parallel portals scar the stars/Cantilevering between here and there/The Son within the Son without I hear/I’ve had enough of this chicanery/Death’s head is just a slavery/I’ld like to see us rise up in bravery/I don’t wanna see no more vagaries/I’m moving down the line, with a mask on my mind/Slowly shopping along, it’s the adrenochrome song/The deference I’ve lost I have gained/The order I was trained and ordained/I cannot die a normal human death/The wind of life is the breathe of God/I want to live nine hundred years/And overcome those fears with beers/Then through the tears I see the future/From here to there let’s make a suture/I’m moving down the line, with a mask on my mind/Slowly shopping along, it’s the adrenochrome song/I’m moving down the line, with a mask on my mind/Slowly shopping along, it’s the adrenochrome song

The Great Awakening | Song 096: The Great Awakening | aka Green | by Cano | A=432Hz | Welcome to the great conjunction, won’t you take a seat and throw it out/I’ld like to introduce the band. I hope you scream and shout/I’ve been saying for far too long, “Let’s close the gates to Hell”/The door’s attached to a dead-man's switch, which should, spell it out/In the future I’m erased from time/I’m just a ghost, right now, and a rhyme/I left a picture for you at the South Fork Bridge/Will it hurt to die an angel’s death? Oh, just a smidge’/Ah../I am laughing at you, ancient snake, you’ve lost the game/It’s a shame but your jealousy and envy are to blame/There’s a feather that’s falling down. I think it’s got your name/There’s no army upon the Earth that can defeat what God proclaims/Welcome to the great awakening/Won’t you make your TV blackout?/I doubt “tell-lies-vision” has left creed or clout/Will it hurt to die an angel’s death? Let’s find out!/Ah…

Anathema (Time Machine) | Song 206: Anathema (Time Machine) | aka Anathema | written 8/21/2020 at 10:52 AM EDT | by Cano | A=432Hz | Anathema we jaunt upon the Earth/We fritter life and death from out birth/With mirth our foolscap and worth/Is dearth and shallowly unearthed/The sonatina sozzled spurious/And furiously furled the dreaming world/Twirled and swirled and curled a golden pearl/Exasperating and intelligently burled/I built a time machine with some stones in the yard/Now I can’t get back and the grass is all chard/The time between the interregnum/A jitney hasted and frowned at a crumb/The illusion is sincere and it’s me/The dreamer sees and conceives reality/Grandiloquence and with much pomp/Circumstantial dipsomaniacs’ romp/Ax stack wax stash a maniac/The trolls contrived to make the people whack/I built a time machine with some stones in the yard/Now I can’t get back and the grass is all chard/I piled them up before they started to float/I left a note. Here’s what I wrote:/Commonsensical adrift in the monsoon/It’s a boon for the the dunes upon the moon/If I ever take you for a joy ride/The grawlixes will be tied and dyed/I built a time machine with some stones in the yard/Now I can’t get back and the grass is all chard/I piled them up before they started to float/I left a note. Here’s what I wrote:/I built a time machine and now I can’t get back/I’m just a rhyme. I’m just a ghost of a crime

Red Granite | Song 205: Red Granite | aka Swirling Spirits | written Sunday, July 26, 2020 at 12:38 A.M. EST | by Cano | A=432 Hertz | And the world got so quiet/I could finely here myself think/I need a drink of water, my love/Can’t you feel me dying again?/Walk with me were going for a long while/I can see the end is coming, oh so near to me/Break the glass we’ll walk right through it/Starving again. I call it energy my friend/And from a whisper, from a spark. A word is written upon a rock/And from it comes a new beginning/From the crumbs, of their new world spinning/See me flying. See me fall/I’ve got the power. Let’s bend the wall/The greatest concert, stage levitates/And we’re over. I know how this ends/I am laid out on a slab of rock/With you, my friend/They want us dead. They want to torture us/To the point that we renounce our Faith. Only why do they haste?/And when we sit up from beyond the grave/They rave and claw like raving false/And now we walk through Canada we cross the path of future me/Flawed fallible full of regret/And erased from time. Oh, woe, is this rhyme/I’m just a ghost now. I’m not even here/Lord, please protect as we know not what we do https://rumble.com/v2si5sc-red-granite.html

Hipster || By Cano Sings || Song 204. written Sunday, July 12, 2020 at 7:42 A.M. EST || LYRICS :|| Oh, baby, I’m coming for you and we’re open for business/Oh, lady, the chickies always like to call me Nuts von Crazy/Sweet sexy, do you like it rough when were in the buff?/Temptation, I’m drooling for ya you are next in rotation/Dirty girlie, a little birdie told me that you like me flirtie/Passionate Sade? Should I take my time, or call you maybe?/Prostitution. I tried to give you money but you always wanna pay me/For lip service, I like to set the timer so you know what you purchase/They call the hipster from out of time. I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care/Your husband hates me. I try to be a good boy but you wanna rape me/Pheromone seed. I don’t but the product. I just sweat it on thee/Copulation. There’s a line outside the door called delineation/Next the number. I’ll hand you off a slice so you taste and remember/Bitchy titty. Gimme lippy sippy if we innuendo/Double entendre. She walks into my bar and I gave it to her/Prima donna, look into my eyes, let’s turn on the sauna/Roll in the hay. Your heartbeat flutters before you get laid/They call the hipster from out of time. I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care/They call the hipster from out of time. I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care ||