I said I should try writing a metal 'gore' lyric and this is what I came up with. It's not as gorey as you guys get soemtimes, but it's there. Hope you catch the drift in it.

" Dinner for One "

Hung upon the hook
Carcass red and waiting
Dripping on the floor
And I am salivating

Letting the muscle rot
Fermenting the outer rind
The days pass so slowly
Waiting for the proper time

Cold environment is crucial
Perfect a feast of meat
Watching daily with impatience
The fleshy tasty treat

Soon the slab is scraped
The knife so carefully tears it's skin
My eyes are glazed anticipating
For dinner to begin

Slicing segments on the great table
Carefully carved lines measured
Weaping blood puddles
Grin in anticipated pleasure

Seared upon the iron grate
White hot coals belows
Gleefully chuckling to myself
Not much longer to go

Ripping off a chunk of it
To taste its delectibility
Don't even think to come near
This is all for me

BJH
4/17/2005

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hahaha, beautiful!!!!! when i read a piece normally, i listen to a song with either inaudible lyrics, or no lyrics at all. in this case the former: the day everything became nothing - naked. great piece to have a growl along to, entertaining as well. good work as usual, metal mum!

There's a lot of room for interpretation. In my mind, I'm thinking "mmm... hamburgers!", but that's probably because I'm obsessed with hamburgers.

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I LOVE YOU BOBBI! :'D

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Cool. Glad you all liked it. One of the kids where I mod asked if he can use it to do a song to mess with the hippies at his school! lol I told him to go for it!
Chris R'--You're real darn close at the interpretation.

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How close am I? Am I so close that instead of hamburger, it's hamburger helper? Or Meatloaf? When my mother makes meatloaf, I'll put it on bread and eat it like a hamburger out of spite.

Or maybe you are talking about pork? Chicken? Deer? Lamb? I had lamb yesterday for the first time. It wasn't bad.

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Actually it's the process a filet mignon goes through from the loin in the meat locker to the grill to my plate. My father-in-law worked in a butcher shop and talked about it once in awhile.

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Excellent.
I could hear the guitar in my head as it's rhythm took place.