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The Words and Stories that Inspired them.

Welcome to the Stories and Lyrics page.  You will find all song lyrics and the stories behind the music here.  All words and music are copyright Mathew R. deRiso / Crazy Poet Publishing (ASCAP) 

DEVIL YOU KNOW

I am the needle and thread
the dress on the floor and the girl in your bed
I’m the night rolling in like a flood
the sharp taste of bourbon brewed thicker than blood
I’m the bottle that always runs dry
the thrill of that sweet empty look in your eyes
The cries of the first bastard son
the ache in the heart of the man on the run  

I'm a dark and decrepit motel
the guilt and regret that burn hotter than hell
I’m an orphan with nowhere to go  
the ghost in your room the damned dirty devil you know

  
I am the red neon light
resurrecting desire on a cold autumn night
all the reckless abandon you'll own
sanctified in the throes of my presence alone
I’m the thrill of a passionate lie
you can hold in your heart till day that you die
the lover that lead you to stray
every dark deed you’ve done that you can’t wash away  

I'm a dark and decrepit motel
the guilt and regret that burn hotter than hell
I’m an orphan with nowhere to go
the ghost in your room the damned dirty devil you know 

The devil you know 

I am the glare of the sun
a renegade priest and his wild ravaged nun
I'm the thunder that rattles the sky
the lightning that strikes in the blink of an eye
I’m the poison you're destined to crave
the feeling you'll chase till you lay in your grave
I’m the silence that comes like friend
all the darkness you'll learn to embrace in the end  

I'm a dark and decrepit motel
the guilt and regret that burn hotter than hell
I'm an orphan with nowhere to go
the ghost in your room every damned dirty devil you know 

The devil you know 

The devil you know

(c) 2021 Crazy Poet Publishing (ASCAP)

QUEEN OF THE DEAD

God moved on the water built an altar for the bitch on the bed
I left a half a pack of Lucky's and tequila for the Queen of the Dead
an old memento for the faithful keep the decor Mexicali
sporting fashion resurrected from the San Fernando Valley
rocking  Tijuana twang on demolition train to the roots  

Majesty for free she wants to boogie with you all night long
a sinner's prayer left at the edge of her crown equipped to do you wrong
they got a rattle in the motor and a spirit in the bottle
putting one hand on the body and the other on the throttle
little something for your nerves?  
As you navigate the curves of the sacred 

We're gonna float it on down the river
shake it till you start to shiver  
We're gonna float it on down the river
shake it till you're tumbling back
bow to the Queen of the Dead 

We're gonna float it on down the river
shake it till you start to shiver
We're gonna float it on down the river
shake it till you're tumbling back 
yeah yeah yeah  

God moved on the water build an altar for the bitch on the bed
I left a half a pack of Lucky's and  tequila for the Queen of the Dead
an old memento for the faithful keep the decor Mexicali
sporting fashion  resurrected from the San Fernando Valley
just another devotee here to set the captives free

Bow to the Queen of the Dead
Bow to the Queen of the Dead
yeah, Bow to the Queen of the Dead 
yeah, yeah, yeah alright

(c) 2021 Crazy Poet Publishing (ASCAP)