Kate Tempest – Let Them Eat Chaos 

If you missed Kate Tempest’s BBC performance of Let Them Eat Chaos, you can watch it on the BBC iPlayer

Let Them Eat Chaos is a long form poem accompanied by excellent beats that combine to create an intimate atmosphere. This is what poetry is all about. Pure expression. 

Kate Tempest is a spectacular spoken word poet, writer and rapper. Her new album Let Them Eat Chaos is out now! 

Her BBC performance is truly epic and I thoroughly recommend you check it out. She’s a true wordsmith and her passion is palpable. You cannot fail to be inspired by her.

I’d love her to release the performance on DVD, I’ve already watched it multiple times on the iPlayer

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did..do.

Moxie McMurder 

Burn the Witch Art 

The Axeman of New Orleans

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Play the right song and save your skin
The Axeman is out tonight

A head rests upon a pillow
Another’s swims with melodies
Mixed with dark desires
Dreams of blood red tragedies

It must have been quite a sight
Taken out by your own axe
This side of midnight
The Axeman is out tonight

With trembling hands
The people of New Orleans pull back the curtains

Keeping watch for the demon from hottest hell
Who would be his next victim?
There was no way to tell
The Axeman is out tonight

His footsteps echo along lonely streets
Looking for a backdoor to break

When the steel of the axe hits bone
And shatters the life from its home
His smile shines in the moonlight
The Axeman is out tonight

Who is this man? This monster? This ghost?
Who sneaks into homes and murders the host
Who disappears each evening, into the night
The Axeman is out tonight

By Moxie McMurder

Burn The Witch

Why Burn The Witch Photography?

the horror of beauty

Well, I named my photography after one of my favourite My Ruin songs. Burn The Witch is from the third My Ruin album The Horror of Beauty.

I’ve been a fan and friend of the band for years and considering I take so many pictures of trees I thought Burn The Witch would make a good fit.

Tairrie B Murphy writes from the heart and I can always relate to what she says in her songs. Burn The Witch has so much punch, so much atmosphere. If you’ve never heard My Ruin before I invite you to visit their Bandcamp page and listen to their albums.

Lyrics:

I see her coming filled in her disease
Don’t bother runnin’, she sees me
Her smile is thick, so sick there ain’t no cure
I never wanna be just like her, no

Burn, burn, burn the witch

I watch her leave, still filled with her disease
Don’t give a fuck what she thinks
Her hands are clean but no one here believes
So full of shit that she stinks

Burn, burn, burn the witch
Burn, burn, burn the witch

The antithesis to everything she is
The enemy, I am her nemesis
Miss Ugliness will stick and linger
So I must focus on my middle finger

Burn, burn, burn the witch
Burn, burn, burn the witch

I see her coming, I see her, I see her
I see her coming, burn the witch
I watch her running, I watch her, I watch her
I watch her running, burn that witch