The Silence of My Scream

by Doyce Whisanant

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A Parodic Prog-Rock Opera Trilogy-in-One.

"Puts a new low in low-brow." - SKANK

"An exhaustingly expansive mind... Everyone gets deer meat tonight" - LOCO MAGAZINE

"Doyce Whisanant rises forth like a fiery Phoenix from the ashen mound of Rayle, Georgia, as no doubt many savory bits rise forth from the ashen mounds of his buttocks." - HOEDOWN MAGAZINE

"Bereft of the normal miscues typically befitting such a fellow of lesser means, Doyce Whisanant is a man of single-wide circumstances with double-wide vision." - PINK TORPEDO

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released April 1, 2010

Concept and vocals by Doyce Whisanant.
Instrumentation, recording & production by Tony Arnold.

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Track Name: Draculate!
Draculate!
And we hear a spate
of a buncha weird white boys
playing on their instruments.
Draculate!
How they masturbate
with their neverending notes
and obscure influence.

Chorus:
Pale face, dark scowl
A loner attitude
but a big collection.
Long hair, a little stout
spray-painted boots,
intellectual pretensions.

Draculate!
Can we bear the weight
of a doom-laden tale
with no apparent ending,
incomprehensible name
for the role they're pretending,
a lackluster tune
for a song that's extending
to the hour's length
they're so shrilly defending:
a pathetic plea to the stars
that we're sending.

Chorus:
Pale face, dark scowl
A loner attitude
but a big collection.
Long hair, a little shy
spray-painted boots,
intellectual pretensions.

Draculate!
How they congregate
at the foot of the stage
in rapt attention.
Draculate!
Gesticulate
in a mascaraed pageant
of their own redemption.

Draculate!
They can't get a date
though their grasp outspans the reach
of their technology.
Draculate!
Can it be too late
for a man to lose the boy's
inherent immaturity?

Draculate!
Though we hesitate
to adopt accessible memes
in our communications.
Draculate!
How we obfuscate
in our inscrutable schemes
and odd inventions.

Chorus:
Pale face, dark scowl
A loser attitude
but a big collection.
Long hair, a little stout
spray-painted boots,
intellectual pretensions.
Track Name: Dixie Lee!
Dixie Lee!
I gotta find my way to you
Dixie Lee!
I'm gonna need extra napkins too
Dixie Lee!
I'm gonna take 625
Wait for me
I gotta taste your juicy thighs

Dixie Lee!
I ain't never had skin like yours
It ain't no chicken feed,
I'm gonna make your gravy pour
Dixie Lee!
Gonna tongue your tender breasts...
Dixie Lee!
...but I like your liver best

I wanna suck your feet
I wanna bite your crunchy crust
Dixie Lee!
I wanna feed this chicken lust
Take it from me,
ain't no mo' logo like you
Dixie Lee!
I'm gonna eat your poutine, too
Track Name: 2 Lives, 1 Trailer!
2 lives, 1 trailer
Darlin' it's our shame
2 times one failure
messin' up my game
cut twiced, once measured
1 great long stain
2 lives, 1 trailer
and just you to blame

2 lives, 1 trailer
Darlin' it's my shame
twiced times one failure
fuckin' up my game
cut twiced, once measured
1 lifelong stain
2 lives, 1 trailer
and I've just you to blame

etc.
Track Name: Possum Demention Five!
I saw the possum of an evening
I saw the possum in his tree
I saw what the possum was seeing
I saw that the possum saw me

I felt a possum in the evening
I felt the possum in his tree
I felt what the possum was feeling
I felt that the possum knew me

I knew what the possum knows
I knew that the possum was free
I knew of the possible meanings
when the possum played possum on me

I heard a possum in the evening
I heard the possum in his tree
I heard what the possum was saying
as the possum played possum with me

I sensed the possum in my vision
A spiritual possum in me
I sensed that the possum was telling
a secret meant only for me

I shot a possum in the evening
I shot the possum in his tree
I grinned when I saw him falling
I died when the possum hit me
Track Name: HiFi MoFo DaDa!
Well, I suwanee!
I just be goddam
I suwanee!
Track Name: Toupees in the Night!
I see the toupees in the night
I hear the tempo slow within the glow of the lights
And through my waist's expanding
I see my life disbanding
I see the toupees in the light

I squeeze the toothpaste in the night
I toss upon the bedsprings o'er the left to the right
And through incessant snoring
I fly in dreams exploring
I squeeze the toothpaste in the light

I eat my pancakes in the night
I crave each calorie within each wonderful bite
And in the darkness hiding
the taste of life's exciting
I eat my pancakes in the light
Track Name: Song of the Mute Singer!
story by Stanislav Szukalski
Track Name: A Contingency of Trap Door Spider Monkeys!
Oh fuck!
Oh fuck!
Fuck me!
Track Name: Hammschtack Schtappkackh Schpammschtapp!
<The Silence of My Scream>

<The dollar signs are beckoning
from the far side of inner space.
The Pontiacs, the Chevrolets, the Cadillacs
replacing my absent face.
The steamboat sends its signals up
to where the flying discs descend
and the silence of my scream
tells me what my dreams portend.>

<The agonies of my suffering
make my eardrums crave death metal
but the love my hatred's buffering
is like the rose's petal.>

<Let the notes on the page disintegrate
my pain a la Skylab...>

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HELLO, JOE!

<The question marks are beckoning
from the inside of outer space.
The mansion, the jewelry and the sateen
replaces my missing face.
The death star sends its signals down
to where the flying discs ascend.
May the silence of my scream
tell you what these dreams portend.>
Track Name: I Would Sooner Have the Contents of a Universe Syringed into my Anus than Forswear my Utopian Fantasies!
I Would Sooner Have the Contents of a Universe Syringed into my Anus than Forswear my Utopian Fantasies!