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Year Of The Worm

by Don Paris Schlotman

Feel like my train has Jumped the track Don't know if I will Ever get back But I know I got to keep rollin’ on Rollin’ on my way Devil's on my heels Feels like he's there to stay Ridin’ on these rails ‘Til I see my judgment day Sky gonna open up Bless my soul And I hope that I'm not Left alone Down here on earth with my Sins and troubles in my case Dog at my heels Movin’ from place to place Bindle on my back And tears rollin’ down my face Bent over double From the strain Of all my troubles Adding to my pain The devil is beside me Tempting me along the way I can't be turned aside now Can't afford to lose my way Sometimes I feel like I'm Gonna die Makes me hang my head and Wanna cry But I got to keep movin’ Rollin on my way Be'll carryin’ this burden ‘Til my judgment day
Persephone 01:48
I'm truly sorry but this Won't take long My eyes are heavy and My work is done When you need me Just recall this song The day is over Got to sleep now son This is the goodbye That we never had Just live your life and Do the best you can Enjoy the good Learn from the bad It takes experience To make a man
I don't mind cryin’ and I ain't afraid of dyin’ All for the love of you Take away the ills and you'll Cut out all the thrills All for the love of you Break away my heart Just take it apart All for the love of you Rip apart my soul And spit in the hole All for the love of you I don't mind sayin’ That my heart ain't breakin’ All for the love of you But it bears repeatin’ That you'll never find me cheatin’ All for the love of you When you look in my eye Just makes me wanna die All for the love of you But I ain't cryin’ ‘Cause I'm in like a lion All for the love of you
I'm still high but my kite's coming down I'm still holding the string When it's flat on the ground My spirits are up And I don't know why It's kinda funny When you laugh When you wanna cry Wasn't long ago It was up in the air But when I think about it I don't really care You'd think I would feel dumb But I act like a clown I laugh like an Ass ‘cause my Kite's coming down So I wind up my string So carefully It could have been worse Could be stuck in a tree I know I should care But I don't give a damn I'm not losing sleep Cause I'm out like a lamb
I wish the camera Could see things The way I do I wish your mirror Had known it The way you knew Shadows of life's reflection Give a subtle clue The pinhole my obsession Lets the light shine through This tiny chamber In the dark That I employ To construct my art Measure a feather Against my heart As time slowly fades I see the shining reflection Start to make sense Project the future, the past In the present tense It's such a world of wonder When you see through the fence The pinhole my obsession Captured at our expense The tiny chamber In the dark That I employ To construct my art Set the stage For the show to start As the theme song plays Present the angle The title For the public view Sharpen the focus A perspective With a subtle skew It's such a world of wonder This debauched milieu Traffic in vulgar ways now For your big debut This tiny chamber In the dark That we employ To construct our art Draw back the curtain For the show to start As the house lights fade
Looking down through the clouds I can see just how far we've come Follow now, I'll show you how To forget life and get over the sun The air is clear and bright If I can keep it right We might find your way tonight Throw the weight away let's fly away That’s how it's done Let's leave today, can't stand to stay To hang on to something that’s done The air is clear and bright If I can just keep it right We just might find your way tonight
In 14-hundred-and-92 Columbus sailed the ocean blue He claimed it for the crown The paradise he found What was there to do? Three hundred years came and went And on a mission that was heaven sent We fought for liberty and equality As long as you could pay the rent Happy birthday, Columbia I know you're feeling out of place Please don't cry for me Because it's plain to see The bruise upon your face Please don't take this oh so personally Because of rampant Nationality Which is why things need to change Fixed and rearranged Égalité for you and me Happy birthday, Columbia
They said I was crazy They said I was mad For building a monster In my own head Didn’t think you would notice Didn’t think you would care So come a little closer Step into my lair In the dead of night You can see the lightning flashin And in the dark of night You can hear the thunder crashin In my heart of hearts I reject this world of fashion In my heart of darkness It’s my crime of passion! I pieced it together From random parts A lover’s brain And a killer’s heart Induce the current Apply the steam Turnin’ this nightmare Into reality And my boundless love You can see in every stitch Strip off the bandages When they start to itch All my deepest fears They come off without a hitch At the stroke of midnight That’s when I’ll throw the switch! Building a monster! Building a monster! Building a monster! I'm building a monster In my own head!
Masquerade 02:56
Sitting pretty getting Ready for your day A formal costume to Keep your image straight Adjust your collar Comb your hair just the right way It's all a lavish charade It's just another masquerade You try your hardest now To keep it honest somehow Until your final bow When things will finally go your way Slowly rolling up your stockings Keep them nice and tight You know you want to pull one Over on them all tonight You know your secrets but you Keep them all just out of sight With the mystery you've made It's just another masquerade Try to prove to yourself You keep it true to your self Until you're someone else Things will always go your way Make your face up with a Rose upon each cheek Coy yet flirtatious just enough To make them want to peek All of your charms you barely Hide and that they always seek It's like a tickertape parade But it's just a masquerade It's all a subtle game This clever picture that you've made And every time we play It's just a pretty masquerade
Luna 03:09
Luna came to me in a dream Where killers walk and lovers scream A simple place where I can keep things inside She came to me and caressed my face Sent my thoughts to outer space Exposing to the world my place to hide Luna's veins run with ice We dance in circles and entice Each afraid to quench the other's desire When she's around she fills my head With thoughts of how I might be dead Were it not for the eternal fire She reaches out and draws me in We tangle in a pile of sin Her smile a knife that thrusts into my eyes She's cutting out my heart you see The only way to get to me A pain that makes me smile to my surprise Then Luna hides her pretty face As she’s fleeing from the place Without a second look behind Does she know how far she'll get With just a smile and a cigarette? A slender hope for a stranger kind
My ghost is a memory Of how I used to be I haunt your house late at night I stroll through the gallery But you won’t believe in me Until you turn out the light I don’t know where we’re goin’ But I know just where I been I can feel a chill wind blowin’ And if you walk away again I’ve surely paid the price for sin My heart is a melody A dirge in a minor key A tune to make it seem all right It’s on your lips eternally I haunt you oh so easily Every time you turn out the light Now time is a part of me My life is a skeleton key That opens your heart to my sight We waltz in the gallery And tango in your memory After you turn out the light I don’t know where we’re goin’ But I know just where I been I feel a chill wind blowin’ … price for sin Love still clings to me Despite trying to set it free Wraps me up good and tight It keeps me warm at night you see And you have truly haunted me Every time I turn out the light


Every song is a month in the year. The year is a lifetime.

Dedicated to my family and friends.


released August 1, 2007

Written, produced, and performed by Don Paris Schlotman


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Don Paris Schlotman Brooklyn, New York

Don Paris Schlotman is a Brooklyn-based musician. He sometimes plays bass in neo-noir band Toshio; bass/synth for Brian Bonz & The Major Crimes; and fronts wavegaze rock band Dolphins Don't Love on vocals and electric guitar.

The seventh son of a lightning bolt and a mountain lion. Plays music the way some people fall over. His artificial left eye can see 4 seconds into the future.
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