Scum Of The Moon

by The Black Jaspers

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1.
Scum Of The Moon (J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN) Roamin’ through the desert Of my burnt out mind Trying to bum a ride I was on vacation Now I’m just a patient Rollin’ in fromaldehyde now I gotta throne made of splintered bones on the outer edge of the plane Lucifer has got me The feds can’t stop me No one’s breaking into my brain I’ll get mine He’ll get his ( x 4 ) Real soon ‘cuz I’m the scum of the moon ( x 2 ) Tearin’ through the seas Gotta feed the need Lookin’ for a new disease Feelin’ like a punk In an old car trunk Ain’t goin’ out on my knees Got my reward In a mental ward Bouncing around a rubber room You might be frightened I’m just enlightened They call me the scum of the moon
2.
The Ballad of John W. Nuclear (J.HOOD) Johnny’s off his biscuit He’s gonna go holistic In the middle of the night He’s gonna make you a statistic Johnny hates silence His favorite color’s violence And his pants are so tight he had to buy them with a license CHORUS: Oh Johnny Tell me how you get your hair like that Oh Johnny amour Export expert on the food industry International ins and outs Johnny boy he don’t care if you is a poofter But don’t grab him by the nuts Or he’ll throw you down the stairs yeah Johnny’s gonna kick ass When he grows a moustache Rocks a gericurl And gets a visa and a bus pass Oh Johnny Tell me are you really superman Oh Johnny amour Export expert on the food industry International ins and outs
3.
Baby Huey 02:01
Baby Huey (A. A. KHAN) "Who taught you how to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet?" - Malcolm X Struttin down the street like a panther when the pigs ask he doesnt answer look into his eyes you feel danger he makes all his brothers out of strangers Deep from the swamps of Louisiana burning up fields of Marijuana taking back the streets a reparation holla if you want some revolution Rise Rise By any means necessary he' ll turn all his brothers into mercenaries tearing up the shackles like paper the pigs will be roasted in anger Deep from the swamps of Louisiana burning up fields of Marijuana taking back the streets a reparation holla if you want some revolution Rise Baby Huey! Rise Baby Huey! "the police in our community are not there to promote welfare, or our security or our safety, but they are there to contain us, and brutalize us, to murder us because they have the order to do so. Just as the soldiers in Vietnam had their orders to destroy the Vietnamese people. The police in our community couldn't possibly be there to protect our property because we own no property." - Huey P. Newton
4.
Erased World 03:30
Erased World (J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN) Tell me something stupid for a change ‘cuz meaning is a hinderance In this brand new boring age Nothing has a meaning Nothing has no name Nothing has a reason And no one is to blame CHORUS: I am state gender Put me in your protocol Will I surrender to reanimate my soul Tell me something stupid for a change The world will end when the clock strikes 12 And we’ll all go up in flames Nothing had a reason And no one is to blame Civilization out of style And only dust remains I am state gender Put me in your protocol Will I surrender to reanimate my soul Erased world ( x 6 ) The world is done There ain’t no one Tell me something stupid one more time
5.
Snot Queen 01:45
Snot Queen (J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN) She’s shaped like an hour glass I’m playin’ with my moustache I think she might be one of us The way she’s smokin’ on the bus Cosmetics in her hair Smears her lipstick drinkin’ beer She smells like peroxide bathed in fromadehyde CHORUS: She spits and swears I wish she would pull my hair ( x 2 ) She makes all the other crumpet Look real square She’s my snot queen from Delaware She throws a fit like a hurricane When she’s wiped out on novocane She ate all my cheerios And stuck her fingers up my nose She makes me feel like a man When she treats me like a garbage can Taking out the trash can be So fucking heavenly
6.
Motor Bat 01:46
MOTOR BAT (J. Hood) There's flies the size of pigeons and they're living in my kitchen Just picking on a piece of my brain I thought I found a brand new scab underneath an old kebab It was just another piece of my brain I need another heart attack, love me like a Motorbat Take a little piece of my brain You're my favorite cardiac, love me like a Motorbat Take a little piece of my brain I was in the butchers shop looking for some sausage pop I found a little piece of my brain I got a black belt in Jazz acting like the noble Razz It killed a little piece of my brain A Motorbat Love me like a Motorbat
7.
Just Die Fast (J.HOOD / A. A. KHAN) I don’t know if I’ll be here tomorrow Or will I be just another stain on your bed If I die I won’t feel any sorrow Because of course baby I’ll be dead CHORUS: So there I am locked up in my garage But suffocation ain’t so easy With out gas Die ( x 6 ) Why can’t I just die? Drugs don’t seem to make me feel much better Imodium just keeps me off the pan I’m that she could save me if I let her It’s just a shame that she looks just like a man Ha ha ha ha
8.
Death Fetish 01:59
Death Fetish (J. HOOD) Strapped for entertainment Goths snuff on the internet String themselves up in their bedrooms to come If you’re real lucky you might meet a nice cannibal And sneak him upstairs past your mum You’ve seen the real torture Tried self asphyxiation Maybe it’s time to go get a job But there’s nuffin’ like a snuffin’ In a virtual ah Babylon you wanna be a goner but you ain’t got the bottle baby CHORUS: Now you’ve got something better to do Death Fetish Death Fetish You look real cute all turning blue Death Fetish Death Fetish
9.
GET THEM TALKIN’ (A. A. Khan) Come on over baby Gimme gimme more of that whine You got a voice that could shatter glass Lets me know you feel fine You think I’m loaded baby I’ll give it to ya night and day I got no money and my jeans too tight Looks like you gotta pay Get them talkin bout The way that Memphis city blew my mind Get them talkin bout The way we never even spent a dime Get them talkin bout The girls struttin always such a tease Get them talkin about I got the heebee jeebees down to my knees Move on over baby I’ll give ya a little blast from the past Tough love never felt so good As in the back of the class Another baby maybe Missed your period Your late for work So tired of making excuses For a fat old jerk
10.
Strange Way 03:31
Strange Way (A. A. KHAN) You sure have a strange way Of dealing with my love If only I was a child I might never give you up The tides will turn up one day And the bodies will float up And you will run away ( your way ) And stop trying to catch up If I let you go You’ll sew a seed somewhere Live the life you deserve And forget the cold dead air Don’t you follow me down The water’s far too cold No room for misty eyes On this ship of fools CHORUS: Hold me one last time and never let go This could be the last day of your life

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Recorded at Moon Studios
Available on vinyl soon on In The Red Records
Cover Photo by Miron Zownir
Produced by King Khan

WE ARE YOUR WORST WAKING
NIGHTMARE FOR WE ARE YOUR
REFLECTION.YOUR PICTURE OF
DORIAN GRAY FREED FROM THE
ATTIC OF YOUR NARCISSISTIC SELF
LOATHING, PARADING PROUDLY
THROUGH THE GHETTOS OF YOUR
SNIVELLING HYPOCRITICAL
EMPIRE.WE ARE THE TRULY
BEAUTIFUL FOR WE ARE YOUR
DESIRES AND FOR THAT YOU
FEAR,LOATH AND ENVY US.WE
LAUGH AT YOUR PIOUS FAKE PITY AS
THE TIDE OF MINDLESS,GUILT
RIDDEN BANALITY REJECTS US AS IT
ALWAYS HAS AND WILL.FORCED
FROM A WORLD THAT CANNOT FACE
ITSELF WE RISE TO THE SURFACE.
WE LOOK DOWN UPON YOU.WE ARE
THE ETERNAL ARISTOCRACY,THE
KINGS AND QUEENS OF OBLIVIOUS
PLEASURE .WE FEAR NOTHING AS
WE DRAIN EVERY LAST DROP OF
DELICIOUS NECTAR FROM THE
BOTTOMLESS WELL OF
EXISTANCE.WE WILL NEVER DIE FOR
WE ARE YOUR SOULS
UNLEASHED.EVERY BREATH YOU
TAKE ONLY GIVES US
STRENGTH.

WE ARE THE MAGGOT
INFESTED BIRTHDAY CAKE,THE
SYPHILITIC BEAUTY QUEEN,THE
TOWERING PALACE OF THE
ABANDONED SKYSCRAPER.WE ARE
EVERYWHERE.WE ARE THE
SHADOWS.WE ARE EVERYTHING YOU
LONG TO BE BUT FOR YOUR OWN
SELF IMPOSED ANGST.WE ARE YOUR
FACE MIRRORED IN THE WINDOW OF
YOUR CELL.
WE ARE THE SCUM OF
THE MOON.

LUNAR SOLIDERS OF DESTINY

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released October 15, 2015

The Black Jaspers are:
Jasper Hood - Vox, Theramin & Bass
King Khan - Vox, Guitar & Drums
John Boy Adonis - Drums
Erin Spits - Synths on "Erased World"

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King Khan Berlin, Germany

My name is A. A. Khan (a.k.a. "King Khan" or "the artist formerly known as The Blacksnake"). Welcome to the Art of Khannibalism... featuring music I have recorded and produced from my Moon Studios in Berlin, Germany. Music is my religion and can heal all wounds.... Enjoy these sounds and share them with the ones you love.
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King "Bama Lama" Khan
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