Compartmentalized
Accessed when needed
Cached in dust
Pushed away, Given the hand
Boundries surround me, not for thee
Break glass, emergency
Kept to the edges
Unsupported extension
Unable to convert
Purpose lost
Overwhelmed in memory
©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026.
“We live each day like there’s nothing to lose
But a man has needs and the need is booze
They say all the best things in life are free
So give all your beer and your rum to me“
Heavy Metal Pirates! I Haven’t seen them live yet, but to me this is absurdity is at genius levels.
Piracy’s a crime and crime doesn’t pay
And we go home poor at the end of the day
But I’d rather live my life in rags
Than be chained to a desk with a wife that’s a hag
We live each day like there’s nothing to lose
But a man has needs and the need is booze
They say all the best things in life are free
So give all your beer and your rum to me
We are here to drink your beer
And steal your rum at the point of a gun
Your alcohol to us will fall
‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
We are here to drink your beer
And steal your rum at the point of a gun
Your alcohol to us will fall
‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
Drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink
We sailed Over the Seas for Wenches and Mead
And told great tales of the Huntmaster’s deeds
The Quest for a drop of That Famous Ol’ Spiced
Has shown us the wrath of Leviathan’s bite
We went Back Through Time to get more Rum
Though we end up Shipwrecked having no fun
But Heavy Metal Pirates we must be
So give all your beer and your rum to me
We are here to drink your beer
And steal your rum at the point of a gun
Your alcohol to us will fall
‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
We are here to drink your beer
And steal your rum at the point of a gun
Your alcohol to us will fall
‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
We are here to drink your beer
And steal your rum at the point of a gun
Your alcohol to us will fall
‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
We are here to drink your beer
And steal your rum at the point of a gun
Your alcohol to us will fall
‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
Drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink, drink
Written by: Christopher Bowes, Lasse Lammert Album: Sunset on the Golden Age
Released: 2014
I don’t think Im cut out to write a children’s book. Ive always wanted to, but somehow my absurd & dark sense of humor always takes the house.
A wall of sound, like a train into solid mountain granite
A cacophonic quartet of smashing rhythm
Surrounded by darkness and a halo of thin light.
The bar, black walls, stale smoke and beer
Illumination of execution by genocide, crucifixion for/of beliefs
Murder, letting of blood
Metamorphosis
Material to ethereal, body to spirit
Or some would call it glory, ascendancy of man to heaven
Cyclical thunderous melody, droning and blooming into monotonous complexity
Bombastic renewal of circles cycles, of intricate repetition.
The eye of Isis, the death and rebirth of Osiris. The annual flooding of the Nile.
Life is a system, the process of rearrangement of cyclical moving parts, like a wall of sound.
Written around ~1995 after seeing the band Neurosis at Okayz Corral in Madison, WI. It was so loud I couldn’t hear correctly for an entire week. ©Jacob A Pickard. 2025.
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you’ve had quite enough
Absurdum for our absurd cruel world.
So remember when you’re feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there’s intelligent life somewhere up in space
‘Cause there’s bugger all down here on earth
Okay ive never done this before but here we go:
“What’s a stupid thing you do or say, and you know it’s dumb, that slightly annoy’s other people, but you do it anyway because you think it’s funny and you don’t care it annoy’s others?”
Ecoheretic 