The Blizzard

I just ran across this old Terracide song we never got around to playing and it made me nostalgic. It would have been the first chapter post-Children of Euler split LP (http://assrecords612.bandcamp.com/album/children-of-euler-terracide-split-lp).

when the stars were arenas of war

cloudless skies flashed and thundered like storms

all humanity hammered for ore

resisting an extensive android offensive

all oil or we die - AI's genocide

Kla watched the war at her friend's

the courageous, the craven, the dead

at commericial breaks smoked on the deck

social networking pics of heros from hicksville

last nights, drunken haze, toast the end of days

when the bombs reached her town flew the coop

basement shelter - a tower of soup

crosswords, console games, backgammon, blues

while the ground shook and rumbled

Kla pondered puzzles

still - the silent airwaves, the fuzz

swill - the free debris, the what was

swish - the virgin drinks, the weeks pass

wish - the door collapsing in

some bot comes in blasting

the end at last, but no

buzz - the songs repeat, the beat rote

scuzz - learns every line, every note

stain - Kla paints with cheese poofs and sobs

drain - routine and worriless

so safe and purposeless

surviving, worthless

as the casualties climbed on both sides

countless corpses and frayed fiber wires

mines and fuel lines began to run dry

finite resources burning, engine rooms churning

when a world is doomed nuke the mining moons

FTL fuel costs a curse

soldiers stranded, the ends of the verse

power down, comatose, victor's hearse

the human hero's fate - hunger, barren worlds, tundra

fuelless android ships float, eternal drift

Kla draws and drums in her room

sings along to the stereo's blues

till the power dies, silence ensues

no more fuel for the furnace, climb to the surface

final battery, stasis maddening

gunk - a blinding blizzard of ash

chunk - Kla trips on bodies and trash

blank - her town erased, a chaste land

rank - the stench of sulfur

no signs of soldiers

just bones and boulders, just

death - Kla's friends the ash in the breeze

dearth - no fame, no fortune, her dreams

dry - no sex, no gossip, no creams

dust - what's life without lust?

the dicy dance clubs

the late night hookups

lost

when I smoked my last cigarette I was hungover as

hell thinking well that's the life of a lousy floozy drunk

so I sobered up and hunkered down and survived

but now all I want's to get douzed in booze and fuck

but life's just routine, bottled water, canned pears

read the same famous novels, dress up, do your hair

there's no one to impress now and nobody cares

but you go through the motions, you're older, aware

you feel like a fossil, a relic of yourself

nostalgia's the boss of you, pressed like a corsette

and yes life goes on but your future's all filled in

you're stuck on the past and you miss all the mystery

ash like snow so slow and cold

a storm of swarming soldiers' souls

scavenged goggles, scavenged gloves

a wagon, a shovel, matches, guns

the world's all predictable, sterile, statistical

one taste of the wasteland's the same as the next still you

wander and scavenge and ravage the rubble

a trash avalanche just to bask in the rumble

wanderlust that sends her west

to seek survivors, silent quest

to pass the time she scours the waste

the ash that fills her mouth

the taste of death

and maybe some day someone else will appear

some sultry survivor with menthols and beer

we'll share all the plunder and dance all our years

but the real world is empty

just ashes and tears