Cinemageddon

It’s probably not a huge surprise that someone who chose a moniker evoking a hyperactive bigfoot would be a fan of b-movies, this is my punk rock love letter to them.

VERSE
I ought to go to bed Instead I’m watching z-grade creatures
Menacing the townsfolk who tried to hide their past.
And I’m basking in the glow of a obscure SOV feature
The droll delights of kitschy flicks just helps me to relax.

I find something so appealing about auteurs who go leering
At buxom beauties fighting for their life against some beasts
Or a clan of cannibals who put on a carnival
Just to lure some teenagers into an orgyastic feast

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And I can feast forever on…

CHORUS
b-movies or bad films, no I can’t resist
The lure of Kaiju creatures and cult classic hits.
Some kind of schlocky sci-fi
Or sleazy grind house flick
Will be the death of me.

VERSE
Pam Grier kung-fu kicking ass while half her outfits missing
Or Italian starlets fighting logic pulled right from a dream
Real-life found footage of a satanic killing
With a boom mic that doesn’t want to stay out of the scene.

Abandoned rustbelt factories playing interstellar cities
Spaceship bridges decked out is surplus office chairs
I doubt I’ll ever get enough of all the truly awful stuff
Cause when ambition exceeds budget you will find me there!

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There for more of…

CHORUS
b-movies or bad films, no I can’t resist
The lure of Kaiju creatures and cult classic hits.
Some kind of schlocky sci-fi
Or sleazy grind house flick
Will be the death of me.

BRIDGE
“Our Father who art in heaven, Ed Wood be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, within our available budget and means”

OUTRO
All these b-movies and bad films, I can’t get enough
Corny cut-rate tittalation and all of that lovely stuff
Prosthetic masks and breasts are going to be my end
So I’ll cheer on the Cinemageddon