Friday, August 12, 2016

Pure Wicced

Kill me, please, you cain't kill pure wicced, go ahead, test the water, this body is just an earthly home, I am eternal, a touch 
insane, hell, I bought the whole damn farm. I told you once 
before, I am the Wicced One, a rabid psychotic demon with a
guitar, books full of spells, one shot killer, I got bodies stacked
to the sky. I'm pure wicced, baby, and the body count just went up.

I never sold my soul cause I own hell and Satan, she is my bitch.
Keep her rocking every day, evil child's play. I'm pure wicced.
Necromancer, sorceress, I make the living dead dance.  I am 
pure wicced.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

My Anniversary

August 11th, my 13th year clean anniversary, in 4 months I will be 50.
In 17 days I have to make decision, to cut my automatic payments for my utilities and wait till the 3rd of September when I get my Social Security and hit the road, I have started a new website on a free host, Wix.
If you want to help me, buy a t-shirt, tell your friends to buy a t-shirt and if I do end up on the streets, unless I die homeless, I will be back, I have spent to long pursuing my dream, I have put way, way to much into my music and writing to just to walk away, so if what ever powers that be think anything short of death is going to stop me from finishing what I started almost 45 years ago, they better come big or go home cause I will not give up on what I have wanted since I was 5 and I have suffered through a lot worse than being homeless and never lost the drive to finish what I started.
Buy a t-shirt, tell your friends to buy a t-shirt and help me

 Buy a t-shirt

I'll Never Die

Wicced is my name, music is my philosophy, rock-n-roll is my game and I never lose. Hell yeah, I'm insane, and you don't want to know why. Just know I am the Wicced One and I'll never die.

Hard core bitch, please, been walking this path since I was 5. When I couldn't walk, I crawled on hands and bloody knees. This is my religion, every day and night at the altar of rock. My Goddess is rock-n-roll, if you're with me, you can call her Lilith. I am the Wicced One and I'll never die.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Lilith, My Goddess

Sometimes it's hard to tell the day from the night time, sometimes I cain't tell the difference between all my dreams and all these nightmares, sometimes I'm afraid to close my eyes. That's when the goddess takes my hand and leads me through the darkness. She comforts my weary head and teaches me how to live another day.

Lilith, my Goddess, I will praise you. Lilith, my Goddess, you give me the strength to live and love one more day. Lilith, my Goddess, you mend me every time I'm broken, you send to me the Queens of Heaven when I'm blind and cain't find my way.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Wicced Stomp

All my life rock-n-roll is all I wanted, didn't even know that is what I am, till one day I opened my eyes and I was rock-n-roll soaked to the core. Now every day I spend above ground I send out my love for rock-n-roll and I do the wicced stomp.

If you want to ride my train, I don't care, everybody is welcome here, rain or shine, sleet or snow, cold or hot, come on everybody, now, do the wicced stomp.

Monday, August 8, 2016

United States of Rock-n-Roll

Rise up and burn this mother down. Life, liberty, justice and 
rock-n-roll for everybody. 
Welcome,baby, to the United States of Rock-n-Roll.

No more holy wars, no more color or race, united we rock,
one nation under rock-n-roll. In rock we trust till all hate rusts 
and turns to dust. Welcome,baby, to the United States of
Rock-n-Roll.

I'm not ready to give up on the land of the free, I ain't 
ready to leave the home of the brave, rock -n- roll will
save us. Welcome,baby, to the United States of Rock-n-Roll.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Rock-n-Roll Witch

I'm ridin' high, got my guitar aimed at the sky, kill all the angels, watch the saints die, hey bitch, I am a rock-n-roll witch. All the demons sitting pretty at my right hand, even god is banging his head. I am a rock-n-roll witch.

Grabbing hold my birth destiny with both hands, raise the dead, praise rock-n-roll, till I'm cold in my grave, but lookout, Sunday morning I'll rise. All you suckers bow before your new savior, I am a rock-n-roll witch. All the demons sitting pretty at my right hand, Satan, she has a smile on her face. I am her rock-n-roll witch.