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Bleakshow

by Pandora's Toybox

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Rhokeheart
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Rhokeheart Amazing experimental music that respects no boundaries. If you like weird music this is something to check out.
Poesy Rider
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Poesy Rider Eh ben ! Je ne pensais pas dire ça un jour, mais cet album est trop metal pour moi. Trop de morceaux qui ressemblent à du sous folk viking metal...Snif ! Finie la monstrueuse parade ; dommage, on s'amusait bien ! Favorite track: Bleakshow.
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And so it begins...
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Bleakshow 04:25
Welcome, everybody, to the Bleakshow! We're dressed to depress; a burlesque peepshow! We got deviants and creatures like you've never seen The Box is back open and on the scene... So what brings you back to the amusement park? The crowd shambles in from beyond the dark We draw tight the curtains and light the spark And let the show begin! We present to you the latest thrill So step right up and get your fill And when you're finished, we can send you the bill Very much to your chagrin. Reverie in charred debris! (in this cacophony) Necromantic songs and antics! (it's elementary) We break the mold with stories untold... (a gothic fantasy) Riven and hidden in a world of misery. We're here to tell you that your life ain't shit! You're just a pestilence conduit That rotting shell of flesh is the perfect fit For that hopeless life you lead. But it's okay now, don't you fret! Some folk have got it worse than you'll ever get. We'll show you darkness you won't ever forget AS WE SOW THIS SORROWSEED! Heads turned around on a rollercoaster ride Blind eyes, no directions or guides Into the peaceful ground they did collide Now their bodies dangle calmly. Nostalgia embalms and preserves Kills ambitions and soothes the nerves We all get what we deserve In this ticking time bomb we call "society." "Hurry, hurry, kind patrons! Lend an ear, lend a hand, lend any extremities you no longer need! We present to you a never-before-seen peek at the most hideous and spectacular eyesores dwelling in our world today!" Don't be shy, come dressed as you are! Whether nude, snappy dressers or brains in a jar The Bleakshow is here to amuse and berate Take a look at the freaks; maybe you can relate! "Naturally, we seek to educate and captivate our captive audience. Come browse our vast selection of mutants, undead and other aberrations that walk amongst us. Oh, I assure you: these creatures are real - you just haven't been looking hard enough!" Each creature has a theme and a dark melody We dance like devils and laugh like banshees The time has come to expose what we must Now pose for the crowd, for the monsters are us! Eyes are upon you - no turning back Don't try to escape and don't be a brat Anomalies bound by carnival law And if you stick around, you can catch the opera... So are you ready for the Bleakshow? We're all prepped and rarin' to go! We hope you enjoy our latest collection Now sit back, relax, and make your selection...
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The psychology Of Immortals Lies underneath Bedizen eyes Paralyzed. Ideology Kingdoms fall and rise (But) pity those husks Doomed never to die. Let’s wrack the whole world with fascination With a carrion style of our own creation! It promises to be the next sensation When a plague of undeath sweeps through the nation! I am the poison that bathes in the wine My existence defined by addictions and bloodlines My pathway is blazed in betrayal and lies And my beauty is just a disguise… So you wanna be like me? So you can feed in ecstasy? Choke on misery Sow your seeds Spread your disease? I will let you see Just what it means To hear them scream It’s your soul to bleed, You fucking wannabes… She makes residence In the shadows alone She reclines In her home catacombs. Her biology Is but a heart and mind Unredeemed Neither sweet nor kind. I am the parasite, succubus bitch My body is barren, my heart black as pitch. Now you may believe that your life was a waste But you will change your tune when you feel my embrace! So! Immortality Prosperity Depravity Bloody Gluttony And sovereignty Awaiting thee. All this can be yours As the sunlight’s enemy… But a sorrow-born corpse Is all that you will ever be.
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They could make your ego sing like a jubilant carol But you better beware; the path is fraught with apparel! I don’t know where they get so many shining, bright eyes But this catwalk of shame can make a grown kitten cry. It’s the place where fashion goes to die Sent to a vulva-shaped coffin for the world to buy It’s the Haven for Depravin’ with the power of sleaze Collecting dollars and dames with the greatest of ease. You won’t be candy for the eye if you don’t even try And this ain’t no place for the camera shy! Iconography, photography and fashion shows The craven cravin’ all the beauties in posh repose Fraught, Fraught, Fraught with Apparel They’ll shoot your body like fish in a barrel The loftiest profession is to simply exist As a vassal to the trappings of a debonair business.
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Clowntrodden 02:43
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In the land of trenches and warfare Where flesh is acquainted with lead Casualties everywhere A surplus of the dead. The military wages and healthcare Offered to soldiers, destroyed An insurance plan beyond compare Providing postmortem employ War supplies these days include the bodies of the men Reanimation ensures that they will rise to march again! The Trench Man stands and fires from a freshly pre-dug grave A second chance to avenge the life he gave! Now, there are several kinds Of various veteran programs But there is only one you will find That makes proper use of the damned. In the wake of tragic attrition Young men dying in scores Pumped full of live ammunition They'll rise again to take some more. War supplies these days include the bodies of the men Reanimation ensures that they will rise to fight again! The Trench Man fights from muddy depths for victory and pride Standing united with the ones that fought and died by his side. Professional placement in peacetime There's no honor in being entombed The infantry are so easily forgotten after all they do. But when they come back as zombies And return home from overseas The grisly, discharged soldiers can complain for all eternity! War supplies these days include the bodies of the men Reanimation ensures that they will rise to serve again! The Trench Man could be working in your local grocery store Unliving proof of the ravages of war!
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WTHR 01:00
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In the end, we may find No reasons why Adrift in a river of lies With no way to stem the tide Anonymous hatred grows Where information flows Unwilling flesh exposed With forbidden file uploads To and fro Everybody must know Our woes exposed to the firmament You can have it all Like a forum trade Diatribes enthrall And the trolls invade Everyone must pay To be held In the public eye Where dissonance dwells And shame never dies In the Lachrymosa Sky When grace falls like rain Upon gardens profane Faceless and in vain Dark desires know no names. And who knows what is real? This addiction we feel When all is revealed No more dreams left to steal. So it goes Like a withering rose Our woes exposed to the firmament It’s a brand new industry Electric ties of misery So many trolls to feed They consume all they see. And so we cast our eyes To a Lachrymosa Sky. Our failures scrutinized ’Till our appetite subsides.
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Boneshaft 03:37
They call him Boneshaft...but for the daft and unaware The walking corpse of a pimp who became a millionaire Never known to pop pills or wear willy protection The fella once suffered a downtrodden erection Panicked by the loss of his male potency He sought to show the bitches how hard he could be Even if this meant for all eternity Mr. Boneshaft downed every male enhancement pill with the utmost certainty! In a matter of minutes, all the blood rushed down They say he nailed every lady in the whole damn town By the end there was no fluid in his heart and head In a matter of hours, the pimp lay dead. But never underestimate the power of pills They have the power to revive and the power to kill Still risen...he rise from the floor Mr. Boneshaft - steady, standing erect, and hungry for a whole lot more! (chorus): Who says there's no payment in the wages of sin? Who says the dead have to lie alone? So come on down, have a ride, take a spin on leather skin And let Big Daddy Boneshaft...throw you a bone! The bitches came from below and beyond So many types, from the skinless to the bootylicious blondes From a busty succubus seeking part time work Curvaceous corpses rising out from the dirt Mutant mommas with a little spawning pool to feed Buxom bloodsuckers lookin' for a fool to bleed Erratic little addicts selling themselves for a fix And just your average horny honeys hungry for something to lick A selection that cannot be beat So why stay at home alone tugging at your meat? Get your ass to the street and come meet the selections Enjoy a freaky lady's face below your midsection! Of course, the haters are prone to be belligerent; Thugs try to be violent, priests tell him to repent But in spite of the envious protests None can deny that Mr. Boneshaft remains the hardest! (repeat chorus) In a pristine coat, the man swaggers along Through the ghetto circus where he belongs Necromantic energies keep his pimp hand strong All the dead body bitches be singin' this song. (x2)
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He was born with the birthmark of the Scavenging Fiend In an urban purgatory, unhallowed and unredeemed They say, “To live, you must work, breed, then die.” But who has the time when you’re a lupine stalker of the night? In the city of the lost, a nocturnal liturgy abides Under every full moon, the locals gather to provide Offerings, jewelry, trinkets and hard-earned pay No derision or dissension – it’s always been that way. The shiftless shape-shifter lives and walks among men Waiting for the monthly parasite-haul again. By day, a pariah, out of work and scorned by all But he’s a legend in the shadows under cover of nightfall. A tradition passed down by the blood of a cursed forebear Beneath the madness of Luna, the skin of a wolf to wear. The family never worked, they have always thrived on fear A wolf among the street sheep; the graveyard shift career. They’ll never know the horrid fact That the local slacker boy is behind these attacks They work so hard just to give it all away To a monster, unseen by an ignorant prey. No escape, no reprieve He feeds upon the terror that they believe They work so hard just to live so low While the scavenging predator reclines and takes it slow.
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They came from the boondocks They was born and raised Always kept it in the family And stuck close to their ways. They look pretty funny Some uglier than sin But their mommas still love them After all, you gotta love your kin. They’ll never know how low they sank And they ain’t got a savior left to thank They only wanna look out for their own So let the world leave them alone. They say if you can’t keep it Inside your own pants At least stick it with your own blood Forbidden romance. But it don’t stop there All the get that they got Come from diggin’ too deeply Into the family grave plot. Daddy’s rigor mortis keeps him hard like a tortoise Momma’s maggots just lube her chute They all say “to be prolific is terrific!” After all, you gotta stay connected to your roots. So if you’re ever out wandering Amongst the Living Inbred Better watch what you’re sayin’ To the daughters and sons of the dead.
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(Instrumental)
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Lollipox 03:54
Why do you come here with that longing look in your eyes? Why do you let yourself stave like you do? I suppose I may have been just a little too sweet to you Letting you fool yourself into craving some fabled prize between my thighs... Poor little sucker has a case of the Lollipox... Quarantined in your room, sending romantic frustrations to me Wracked with silly illnesses that have weighed you down to this day Rotten, misbegotten candy has granted a foul bouquet Perhaps you could seal your fate and allow me to violently end your misery... End your misery... I suppose it was just my fault that I didn't fall for you Do you still wonder about all the unspeakable things you would do? Let me make this up to you by inviting you over for tea Maybe then you can get to know the real me... Discarded bones in the trashbags; all the entrails cleaned off the floor There's one more stalker who will not be troubling me anymore. Jealousy has been the death of many a mortal buffoon Blind obsession can only lead to your untimely doom... Your untimely doom... So many suitors with a case of the Lollipox Sycophants chasing their queens in afflicted flocks Lurking and waiting to creep into the Toybox Poor little suckers have a case of the Lollipox... La la la....
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Her Place 04:26
They said someday I'd find the one They said to never give in To that despair every time I come undone When reality kicks in. That syringe that perforates to the bone When another illusion leaves me all alone She could never be a part of me And she'll never, ever want to be I let her into my world when I proselytized Let her know her place in my mind's eye... Once we had bonded, I knew she absconded Maintaining false fondness so far away But she never left, you see Trapped in my fantasy Idealized...and there to stay. (Chorus 1): Who needs anybody when you've got imagination? All your troubles can be forgotten through masturbation I don't need you, bitch, you see You're just another stain to be And it's time...to rub another one out! I can never touch her I know it'll never be true But it's okay; if you only knew About the deviant fantasies I have about you. I may be a lonely man But I got what I need With no more heart's blood left to bleed True love is officially obsolete. She does everything that I ever wanted her to do She says all the things that I always wanted her to say They can never hope to appeal to me They all end up the same kind of grotesquery... So many errors to rectify I got a mind to objectify I take a look at your face and embrace the lie I can keep you love alive...in my troubled mind. (Chorus 2): Why bother to connect with those you'll never understand? Don't you know that the cure for loneliness is in your hands? I don't need you, bitch, you see You're just another stain-to-be And it's time...to rub another one out! People wonder why I never feel jealousy Because she will always be a slave to me I got myself an eternal supply Their aesthetics are pathetic in reality. So many scenes and extremes to choose from Sometimes I can't believe the monster I've become Her place is away from me And the horrid, debauched fantasies I've spun.
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about

The second full length musical excretion from Pandora's Toybox, the Grim Pills take you on a wild, bodily fluid filled romp through the Bleakshow, an annual festival of fools held at the Pandora's Toybox theme park. However, in the midst of this grand diversion of depravity, despotism, and even more depravity, one solitary detective seeks to find out the truth behind Morte McAdaver and his gang of misfits so he can shut the park down for good.

These are the words of Prometheus B. Subrick.

credits

released September 2, 2012

All songs composed and authored by Morte McAdaver (A.K.A. Joshua Carrig).

All vocals performed by Morte McAdaver and Morgue Anne.

Pontius McRotten (David Hawkins) appears on Bar Stool Stiffs and Prying Demise as himself, so to speak. Partial credit goes to the Belligerent Bandersnatch.

Sexy Commercial Interruption vocals by Lilith Astaroth

Detective McSlab conceived and acted by Mike Mullen. McSlab makes an appearance in Carrion Carousel, WTHR, "Look at the Fucking Time" and Prying Demise.

Additional voice acting cast: Rick Lowell as the WTHR radio show host and the hulking bouncer in Prying Demise, Morte McAdaver as the Engineer Monster, and Luis Correa as the inexplicably enthusiastic translator/announcer in El Bestio Parasitario Del Barrio.

Group vocals in Bar Stool Stiffs and Her Place performed by Morte McAdaver, David Hawkins, Thomas Cyranowski, and Rick Lowell.

All guitars performed by Morte McAdaver.

All keyboards performed by Morte McAdaver, except for Trensch Mensch, and Bar Stool Stiffs, which were written and performed by Phantom Cyr (Thomas Cyranowski). Lachrymosa Sky keyboards written by Morte McAdaver and Phantom Cyr.

Guitar solos in Lachrymosa Sky written and performed by The Duke of Robbers (Robert Merowski).

All bass performed and composed by Pete Gelles, except on Trensch Mensch (Morte McAdaver), Lollipox, Clowntrodden, and Bleakshow (Benjamin Jon).

Drums on Bleakshow, Alternative Unlifestyle, Fraught With Apparel, Clowntrodden, Trench Mensch, El Bestio Parasitario Del Barrio, and The Living Inbred performed by Thaddeus Podonkowitz (Wesley Bourque).

Drums on Bar Stool Stiffs, Lachrymosa Sky, Boneshaft, The Grim Pills' Polka, Her Place, and Prying Demise performed by Prometheus B. Subrick (Rick Lowell).

Drums on Lollipox performed by Benjamin Jon.

Accordion on The Grim Pills' Polka and cello on Prying Demise performed by Taylor Galassi of This Way to the Egress.

Dierdre Stroyer returns in Prying Demise, voiced by Dominic Julian Collins.

Morte McAdaver would like to thank his sinful circle/terrible troupe of carnival comrades and partners in musical crime, both past and present for helping bring this and my other projects to life (and for putting up with me in general). All the magnificent friends I've made: Lilith Astaroth, Valerie Meiss and Hellblinki, Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys, Taylor Galassi, Sarah, and everyone in This Way to the Egress, Solomon and Amber of the Lobster Quadrille, Pete Gelles and Birch Hill Dam, Planetoid, Luis Correa, Rick Lowell, Thomas Cyranowski, Amanda Rose Smith, Ian and Stephanie Mulligan, Joshua Dreyfus, Benjamin Jon, Chris Addams, Dae Noctem and Era Nocturna, Nicole Hamidi and Vi,, Jessi Pysz, Dana Nova Darko, Seriah Askath, Arydaea Insanity, Genevieve and Psyche Corporation, Emily Lamkin, Hillarie Jason, Jacob Bell, Rebecca Meyer, Shauna Wallace and the Black Moon Lounge, and Dominic Julian Collins.

Finally, a very special thank you to the beloved women in my life: Lynn Moynahan, Allie "Frost" Casey, and Constantina Loukissas. You are amongst the finest strumpets this world has to offer, and I love you, always.

From Pete Gelles:

Thanks to Morte for asking me to be a part of this. Thanks to Maureen for the constant encouragement and enabling.
www.reverbnation.com/petegelles

From Tom:

Something to the nature of "Phantom Cyr" is thankful to have had the chance to work with a group of exceptional musicians and is thankful for the support, care, and love shown to him by his friends and loved ones that continue to inspire him."

From Prometheus B. Subrick:

The first person I have to thank is none other than Mr. McAdaver himself, Josh Carrig. I thank him for giving me the time of day when I first met him over a year ago and I thank him for giving me my foot in the door to playing live and recording and all that fun stuff, whether it's in Sorrowseed, Pandora's Toybox, Blacksoul Seraphim, or other musical projects. Without him I'd probably still be just another bedroom warrior with no real set musical goals. I thank Michael Arcane of Ikkadian and formerly Dead Syndicate for being my go-to guy when it comes to drumming and music and band stuff and whatnot. Lastly, I thank everyone in Sorrowseed, Pandora's Toybox, and Blacksoul Seraphim for accepting me into their musical lives and thinking of me as a much better drummer than I actually am.

From Morgue Anne:

Thank you to my family who support my quirkiness and our crazy music! Thank you to Ben, with out you we
wouldn’t have a cd to force upon the world. Most of all thank you to all of our fans (or should I say minions),
if it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be where we are today.

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We're a zany, Cynical Circus crew from the shadowy carnival theme park known as Pandora's Toybox. We're here to expose the world for the bleak circus that it truly is.

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