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About "Crooked Man"
Crooked Man
© 2020 Gary Wayne Clark. All Rights Reserved
An ancient tale with a modern twist.. dark poetry, intelligent rap, and multi-layered SFX are entwined with ethereal waves that weave a prophetic tapestry of addiction, despair, and a fleeting hope of recovery from the grip of an epidemic that consumes the lives around us and haunts our soul – we dare not turn away.
Music and Lyrics by Gary Wayne Clark
Oh why?
Oh why?
There was a crooked man,
he walked a crooked mile.
He made a crooked potion,
For souls he could defile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Who caught a crooked mouse.
And they all mollycoddled,
In their little crooked house.
Now the crooked mouse was dying,
From her snow of china white.
No golden girl could save her,
From her crooked little plight.
Now The crooked man was sad,
Then he had a crooked thought.
Why should he be jailed as crooked -
When the others, they were not.
Suicide, genocide.. curse your bloody name,
Money train, ball and chain.. damn your house of shame.
Ritual, habitual.. atonement nevermore,
Murder-8, desecrate.. reaper guarantor.
Invisible, Deplorable.. walk your crooked mile,
Victimize, stigmatize.. banish me exile.
Castigate, incarcerate.. fill your slaughterhouse,
Crooked cat, crooked mouse.. fuck your crooked house!
There was a crooked man,
And he walked a crooked mile.
He made a crooked potion,
For souls he could defile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Who caught a crooked mouse.
And they all mollycoddled,
In their little crooked house.
Now the story’s not yet over,
As the tale for you unfolds.
Better hide under the covers,
Or your soul will be controlled.
Out there the crooked man is waiting,
Selling toxin with his strife.
And he won’t be satisfied,
‘Til he takes your crooked life -
Crooked life,
Crooked life..
Oh why?
Oh why?
Oh why?
Oh why?
**
Credits
Lyrics, Composition, Arrangement, Recording Engineering and Production by Gary Wayne Clark; Estes Park, Colorado.
Vocals, Bass, Drums, Keyboards and SFX by Gary Wayne Clark; Estes Park, Colorado.
Vocal Production by Gary Wayne Clark, Estes Park, Colorado.
Mastered with Landr @ the 12th Dimension of the Multiverse.
Some portions of cover art licensed from Shutterstock.com; Planet Earth.
Crooked Man © 2020 Gary Wayne Clark, All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer
This musical story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
Lyrics inspired in part by the Nursery Rhyme, There Was a Crooked Man.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_Was_a_Crooked_Man
About GWC
Gary Wayne Clark is an Author, Grammy® Recording Academy Artist, Indie Singer / Songwriter and Poet; 6-time winner of the prestigious Clouzine International Music Awards and regular charting artist on ethnocloud.com Now he's leading a band of artists, doctors, engineers and healers in the fight against drug abuse with his Music as Medicine WebApp called HearingisHealing.com
© 2020 Gary Wayne Clark. All Rights Reserved
An ancient tale with a modern twist.. dark poetry, intelligent rap, and multi-layered SFX are entwined with ethereal waves that weave a prophetic tapestry of addiction, despair, and a fleeting hope of recovery from the grip of an epidemic that consumes the lives around us and haunts our soul – we dare not turn away.
Music and Lyrics by Gary Wayne Clark
Oh why?
Oh why?
There was a crooked man,
he walked a crooked mile.
He made a crooked potion,
For souls he could defile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Who caught a crooked mouse.
And they all mollycoddled,
In their little crooked house.
Now the crooked mouse was dying,
From her snow of china white.
No golden girl could save her,
From her crooked little plight.
Now The crooked man was sad,
Then he had a crooked thought.
Why should he be jailed as crooked -
When the others, they were not.
Suicide, genocide.. curse your bloody name,
Money train, ball and chain.. damn your house of shame.
Ritual, habitual.. atonement nevermore,
Murder-8, desecrate.. reaper guarantor.
Invisible, Deplorable.. walk your crooked mile,
Victimize, stigmatize.. banish me exile.
Castigate, incarcerate.. fill your slaughterhouse,
Crooked cat, crooked mouse.. fuck your crooked house!
There was a crooked man,
And he walked a crooked mile.
He made a crooked potion,
For souls he could defile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Who caught a crooked mouse.
And they all mollycoddled,
In their little crooked house.
Now the story’s not yet over,
As the tale for you unfolds.
Better hide under the covers,
Or your soul will be controlled.
Out there the crooked man is waiting,
Selling toxin with his strife.
And he won’t be satisfied,
‘Til he takes your crooked life -
Crooked life,
Crooked life..
Oh why?
Oh why?
Oh why?
Oh why?
**
Credits
Lyrics, Composition, Arrangement, Recording Engineering and Production by Gary Wayne Clark; Estes Park, Colorado.
Vocals, Bass, Drums, Keyboards and SFX by Gary Wayne Clark; Estes Park, Colorado.
Vocal Production by Gary Wayne Clark, Estes Park, Colorado.
Mastered with Landr @ the 12th Dimension of the Multiverse.
Some portions of cover art licensed from Shutterstock.com; Planet Earth.
Crooked Man © 2020 Gary Wayne Clark, All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer
This musical story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
Lyrics inspired in part by the Nursery Rhyme, There Was a Crooked Man.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_Was_a_Crooked_Man
About GWC
Gary Wayne Clark is an Author, Grammy® Recording Academy Artist, Indie Singer / Songwriter and Poet; 6-time winner of the prestigious Clouzine International Music Awards and regular charting artist on ethnocloud.com Now he's leading a band of artists, doctors, engineers and healers in the fight against drug abuse with his Music as Medicine WebApp called HearingisHealing.com
