Those Little Devils

by Terry Turtle

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John Belmont
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John Belmont Bizarre, enthralling, and poignant all the same. What does it mean to have a lot of Robert Johnson in your soul? Why should I call you ocean head? I don't know, but I'll keep listening until (or even if I never) find out. Favorite track: Robert Johnson.
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Tyler Bisson This album is a work of psychedelic-blues-rock n' roll genius. The instrumentals are raw and inspired. The lyrics are haunting and take on unexpected angles as the album goes on. I'd recommend this album to anyone who likes good music.
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All tracks recorded 1993-2009 in Harrisonburg, Va.
Mastered by Don Zientara.

Cover photo by Jane Vincent.

R.I.P. UH-OH

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released January 16, 2015

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Track Name: Two headed owl
-----in the winter time when the birds fly away
and all I own is a scowl,
I've got a lot of help from my friends
I ain't searching for another pal,
sometimes i wish
i were a two-headed owl.

2.can't keep a lover ,
can't find a job
and a starving dog
wouldn't love me any how [repeat]
sometimes i wish i were a 2 headed owl

repeat verse 1,,,
Track Name: Ain't that martian
1.I can't do things the way you want ,
I stumble blindly so Distaught
it seems I am an alien
and life's so hard to understand,
ain't that martian,

ain't that martian when you're finding out about life[repeat]

2.My orbit is a vast despair,
I ain't no plant that needs your care,
I'd like to take a laser gun
how would you like to be the sun
ain't that martian,

ain't that martian when you're finding out about life.
Track Name: TV evangelist song
those people that follow you
so blind and lost to everything,
all lies lost tears
I've found no one really cares

Chorus
I'd love to get my nun chucks out
get you cornered and end my doubt
give the cross right back to you
beat you brother till you're black n blue

Chorus
take it back what you said about the savior[repeat]

2. All those years I listened
and then I see you changing w/ the times
you liar you warp little children
scramble up their minds,

Chorus.

3 Sunday you preach
run around make the double-back beast
you say I'm wrong
it's a sin to play a rock n roll song

Chorus
Track Name: Ocean head
WELL I CAN'T STAND IT
LOVE ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION
MAKES ME BRAVE
IT GIVES ME GUMPTION
PEOPLE SAY MY BRAIN'S GONNA FLOAT IN IT
CALL ME OCEAN HEAD
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT

NOW I'M A NICE GUY
GOT A LOT OF CLASS
BUT IN A BLACK OUT
I MIGHT KICK YOU UP THE ASS
MY BRAIN'S A BOAT WITH TOO MANY HOLES
ALCOHOL'S MY GOD
THAT'S ALL I KNOWS
OCEAN HEAD
OCEAN HEAD
WISH ON A STAR
MAYBE ONE DAY
I'LL OWN A BAR
OCEAN HEAD

WELL A BRO SAID
"TURTLE, WHAT'S UP WITH YOU?
DON'T YOU KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE DOING
WHEN YOU DO WHAT YOU DO?
STRAIGHTEN UP YOUR ACT, DOG,
GET SOME CLASS!
YOU'LL NEVER GET A LADY IF YOU DON'T WASH YOUR ASS
YOU GOTTA BRUSH THEM TEETH
EVERY DAY
YOU WANNA LOOK NICE WHEN YOU SAY
WHAT YOU SAY
YOU'VE GOT A LIQUOR LOGGED TONGUE
THAT AIN'T NO LIE
THE LAST GIRL THAT KISSED YOU GOT A D.U.I.
NOW I AIN'T TRYING TO HURT YA,
BE A MEANIE,
YOU'VE GOTTA THROW AWAY THE BOTTLE
AND KEEP THE GENIE."
WELL THAT DIDN'T PHASE ME
I'M USED TO THE SLAP
YOU THAT TAKES US BACK TO MY PREVIOUS RAP

YO
I CAN'T STAND IT
LOVE ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION
MAKES ME BRAVE
IT GIVES ME GUMPTION
PEOPLE SAY MY BRAIN'S GONNA FLOAT IN IT
CALL ME OCEAN HEAD
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT
Track Name: Flying back to death
1. In my dreams I talk with you,
in my dreams only I smile,
your short life I didn't tell you girl
I loved you all the while,
didn't I see the pain in your eyes
I looked closer you were crying
ghost of my dreams I felt you fading away

CHORUS
YOU WENT FLYING BACK TO DEATH[REPEAT]
oh flying back to death
mama never gonna take another breath
you went flying back to death.

2.Mary come back
I need you now
I would have made you a queen,
last night I caught a glimpse of the pain
today I relive that tragic scene

CHORUS.
Track Name: I don't talk to the dead
1.Who's that knocking on my door,
all along the watchtower and so much more
now I've made Jehovah sore
what the hell am I hiding for?

CHORUS
I don't talk to the dead[repeat] twice]
just keep the living in my head.

2Preacher say a lot of terrible things,
say my soul gonna burn in flames,
say I need to fall down on my knees
get rid of those demon fleas.

CHORUS

3. Have no desire to live fast,
use what I got and make it last,
when my time on earth is passed
all you preachers can kiss my ass,

CHORUS…
Track Name: Madder than a hip hop marinated bee
I WAS MADDER THAN A HIP HOP MARINATED BEE
THE FOOL HAD A BB GUN TERRORIZING A CAT
I FLEW INTO A RAGE LIKE KING OF THE MAT
HE HAD ONE FOOT ON A FLOWER
WITH A BUTTERFLY IN SIGHT
I TOLD HIM TO STOP OR I'D SHOW MY MIGHT
HE CONTINUED ABUSE WITH HIS NO FEAR ATTITUDE
I DECIDED RIGHT THEN I DIDN'T LIKE THIS DUDE
I ALMOST LOST IT
I AIN'T THAT FAST
TOOK A DEEP ZEN BREATH
*SNIFF*
GAVE HIM A CARD TO ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASS
I WAS MADDER THAN A HIP HOP MARINATED BEE
Track Name: Robert Johnson
CHORUS

I believe I got a lot of Robert Johnson in my soul[repeat]
something's on my trail and it's not gonna let me go/

2,Hard lucks gonna be the death of me[repeat]
I'll be holding my guitar when they bury me.

CHORUS.

3.A lot of folks wanna be where I stand[repeat]
they don't realize I'm holding a shaky hand

CHORUS.
Track Name: Become an angel
1.We all want to stay alive
the world is fun that ain't no jive
I understand that point of view
when you hear die it worries you.

CHORUS
How many people,how many people
how many people wanna die,
how many people how many people
how many people wanna become an angel.

2 Not even preachers want to die
their money's here they like to buy
all those nice earthly things
cause they don't know what dying brings.

CHORUS

3.Live your life just like a fool,
in the end it kills you,,
probably thought you were James Dean,
your cries of fear were never seen

CHORUS

RAP
Preachers preach about going to heaven
then they take your money like 7-eleven,
money root of evil
that's what they say
guess that's why they never throw any our way,
I don't wanna die I can tell you that
wish I had the 9 lives of a cat
few wanna die that's a fact
I will bet you any thing you want to jack.

CHORUS
Track Name: Poetry night
SO HERE I AM AT POETRY NITE
DRINKING COFFEE
LUSTING AFTER BEER
AND CIGARETTES
MY LOWER PARTS DON'T WORK NO MORE
I ONLY CUM ONCE A YEAR
ON MY BIRTHDAY
WITH THE
HELP OF(?)
SEXUAL AIDS SUCH AS MY POETRY
A MONKEY HAT WITH A HOLE
OR THE MEMORY HAD ON APRIL 12, 1974
MY TONGUE - "THE TINGLER" -
ON A GIN STAINED CLITORIS
HOW SHE BROKE THE BABY
I STOOD UP CRYING
IT LAUGHED
ITS ERECTION WAS BIGGER THAN MINE
I'VE BEEN TRAUMATIZED
I NEVER PAID MUCH ATTENTION TO SOLDIER POETS
I SALUTE THEM
BUT NOT THE WAY I WOULD A
HENRY ROLLINS FLAG
NOW HERE I AM AT POETRY NITE
WHERE EVERYONE IS YOUNG AND BRIGHT AND FULL OF LIFE
I'M OLD,
DULL,
AND FULL OF SHIT
I OPEN A SEAT ON A THRONE (?)
LIKE A WARPED KING DIAMOND CD
I DO DRUGS
I DO PAGANS
I DO GOD
I DO ANGELS
I DON'T DO WINDOWS
JUST DISHES
I WALK THE STREETS
IN SEARCH OF A DREAM
IN A GOD DAMNED FOG
WITH RICHARD HELL
I TURN
THE COOLNESS OOZING THROUGH EVERY
POUR ME
ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE
AND EXPLAIN TO ME AGAIN
HOW AND WHY THESE STRANGE THOUGHTS AND MUSIC
COME TO ME SO EASILY
YET I CAN'T HANDLE BEING AROUND TOO LONG
AFRAID SOMEONE MIGHT
THINK I'M IMPORTANT
AND WANT TO TALK
ABOUT THIS CONVERSATION TO REAR ITS UGLY HEAD
HOW I WENT CAMPING
THE DEER SHIT AND ROTTEN LEAVES BOTHER ME
OR WHY I CAN'T SMILE
WHEN THE MORONIC FACE OF DAWN KISSES MY WINDOW
AFRAID OF THE DRIVER'S SEAT
AFRAID I MIGHT BE MISTAKEN FOR A BORN AGAIN LION
I'D RATHER BE IN AN OPIUM DEN
THAN HAVE MY NOSE STUCK IN
THE BOOK OF DANIEL
FOR ONE SECOND
I LOVE WRITING MY WILL
ON PAPER
POETS WRITE THEIR WILL EVERY DAY
MY WILL IS SENSITIVE AND PROMISES NOTHING
BUT REMAINS
SOME PEOPLE COUNT SHEEP
TO BOMBS IN THEIR SLEEP
I COUNT DISHES
JUMPING OVER FENCES
TO MARILYN MANSON
THEY ALWAYS BREAK
AND THAT WAKES ME
AND I CALL
LOU REED (?)
FOR SOME GOOD METH
BECAUSE I'M AFRAID OF SLEEPING
THOSE GUYS ARE EATING WHITMAN'S CHOCOLATES AGAIN
THE DISHES ARE LAUGHING
AT MY NEW PLACE TO COOL (?)
I'M JUST A LAUGHING DISHES FOOL