Valdimer
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The Dirty Shit Heaps
As the camera pans over, the crowd applauses, some cheers erupting, and even one woman shouting, "I love you all! I'll give you my spoonful of goodies any time!" As the camera pans on the band, it's front man, Tim, could be seen blushing and smiling. He held a nice Washburne bass in his hands, it's four strings shinging brightly in the studio light. To his left, his brother marc stood, in his traditional baseball cap, a Fender rythem guitar held tightly in his hands. His shirt said something about being an orgasm donor. Behind him sat Nic, oriental on the outside, but one helluva drummer on the inside. He sat, shirtless and anxious to start. And, on his right, stood Eric, thier lead guitarist, an Ibanez hanging loosely around his neck, his red hair as wild as ever, and beside him, stood thier other singer, Darcie, her hands clutching the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are...THE DIRTY SHIT HEAPS!" Tim shouted, as Eric's fingers danced along the neck of the guitar. It followed shortly after by a really speedy, and catchy blues riff, and the crowd erupted. The drum's cymbals clashed, as Marc and Tim chimed in, their respective instruments blasting the crowd. Darcie's head bobbed back and forth, her eyes shining, a huge smile on her face.
"Bleedin for days, Mind peeled away, anguish agression, let's start another session! A session of pain and joy, the dominatrix toy, beatin the livin shit outta you, what the fuck are you gonna do?" The crowd bellowed, screaming and singing along..."Scream ya mother fucker, just another god damn sucker, lead by a chain all your life, I wanna her you scream!" The crowd erupted in one solem scream, and Tim and the others smiled greatly, as Nic crashed the cymbals, and the song went into it's chorus...
"Dominatrix, she'll take ya down, fuck your mind, leave ya blind, instruments of pain, you're just a bitch, what to do now, she'll make ya twitch, Dominatrix, Dominatrix, Dominatrix...Dominatrix."
The guitars sung in unision as they came to the next verse..
"Life barely sustainin, yet another day, the grinding of the heavy metal, to an alternitive industrial hell, she's the one you believe, pools of blood on your sleeve, you still cry out for more, 'Give it to me ya fuckin whore!' Give it to me!!" Again, the crowd erupted in cheers, and they were now on their feet, the lights of the sound stage flashing greens, reds and blues as the chorus sang again..
"Dominatrix, she'll take ya down, fuck your mind, leave ya blind, instruments of pain, you're just a bitch, what to do now, she'll make ya twitch, Dominatrix, Dominatrix, Dominatrix...Dominatrix."
The song went into it's solo, Tim pounding away feverishly on the bass, Marc's head swinging back and forth, almost like it was going to fall off if he continued, Eric's fingers dancing as the solo carried on, Nic's arms flying all around, crashing cymbals, drum skins, his head doing as Marc's did, and Darcie, singing to the chorus, and at her own parts of the song, shot from one side of the makeshift stage to the other, pulling the crowd to a near fever pitch.
"Crack the fuckin whip, just dont let your mind slip, keeps ya in the realms of exstasy, convulsions of pleasure, come to me, I am the demon that drives her force, her master of pain of course, Dominatrix does my bidding...of exstasy and sinning!"
Darcie was running from side to side, at times singing to Cervantes as the song progressed, and at others focusing her charms and ravishing looks at the crowd.
"She'll hurt you till you cant breathe anymore, let you collapse, and fall to the floor, then I'll pick you up and hang you from the chain, time for the session to commence again." The crowd knew what was coming, their chants carrying well over the required noise capacity for human ears as the chorus rang out, a final time.
The song continued on, the bass pounding, the rythem and lead's going around each other, dancing a dance only they could do, the drums beating effortlessly away....and Darcie pulling the fans in for thier last taste......
In a crash of cymbals, strings, and screams, Dominatrix came to it's end, the crowd erupting in one final, long winded chant for more, as Tim gave his thank you's, not only to the crowd, but to Cervantes, for thier first live show. Pulling his bass of his shoulders, Tim made his way to the couch, as the screen said something along the lines of...."We'll be right back."
As the camera pans over, the crowd applauses, some cheers erupting, and even one woman shouting, "I love you all! I'll give you my spoonful of goodies any time!" As the camera pans on the band, it's front man, Tim, could be seen blushing and smiling. He held a nice Washburne bass in his hands, it's four strings shinging brightly in the studio light. To his left, his brother marc stood, in his traditional baseball cap, a Fender rythem guitar held tightly in his hands. His shirt said something about being an orgasm donor. Behind him sat Nic, oriental on the outside, but one helluva drummer on the inside. He sat, shirtless and anxious to start. And, on his right, stood Eric, thier lead guitarist, an Ibanez hanging loosely around his neck, his red hair as wild as ever, and beside him, stood thier other singer, Darcie, her hands clutching the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are...THE DIRTY SHIT HEAPS!" Tim shouted, as Eric's fingers danced along the neck of the guitar. It followed shortly after by a really speedy, and catchy blues riff, and the crowd erupted. The drum's cymbals clashed, as Marc and Tim chimed in, their respective instruments blasting the crowd. Darcie's head bobbed back and forth, her eyes shining, a huge smile on her face.
"Bleedin for days, Mind peeled away, anguish agression, let's start another session! A session of pain and joy, the dominatrix toy, beatin the livin shit outta you, what the fuck are you gonna do?" The crowd bellowed, screaming and singing along..."Scream ya mother fucker, just another god damn sucker, lead by a chain all your life, I wanna her you scream!" The crowd erupted in one solem scream, and Tim and the others smiled greatly, as Nic crashed the cymbals, and the song went into it's chorus...
"Dominatrix, she'll take ya down, fuck your mind, leave ya blind, instruments of pain, you're just a bitch, what to do now, she'll make ya twitch, Dominatrix, Dominatrix, Dominatrix...Dominatrix."
The guitars sung in unision as they came to the next verse..
"Life barely sustainin, yet another day, the grinding of the heavy metal, to an alternitive industrial hell, she's the one you believe, pools of blood on your sleeve, you still cry out for more, 'Give it to me ya fuckin whore!' Give it to me!!" Again, the crowd erupted in cheers, and they were now on their feet, the lights of the sound stage flashing greens, reds and blues as the chorus sang again..
"Dominatrix, she'll take ya down, fuck your mind, leave ya blind, instruments of pain, you're just a bitch, what to do now, she'll make ya twitch, Dominatrix, Dominatrix, Dominatrix...Dominatrix."
The song went into it's solo, Tim pounding away feverishly on the bass, Marc's head swinging back and forth, almost like it was going to fall off if he continued, Eric's fingers dancing as the solo carried on, Nic's arms flying all around, crashing cymbals, drum skins, his head doing as Marc's did, and Darcie, singing to the chorus, and at her own parts of the song, shot from one side of the makeshift stage to the other, pulling the crowd to a near fever pitch.
"Crack the fuckin whip, just dont let your mind slip, keeps ya in the realms of exstasy, convulsions of pleasure, come to me, I am the demon that drives her force, her master of pain of course, Dominatrix does my bidding...of exstasy and sinning!"
Darcie was running from side to side, at times singing to Cervantes as the song progressed, and at others focusing her charms and ravishing looks at the crowd.
"She'll hurt you till you cant breathe anymore, let you collapse, and fall to the floor, then I'll pick you up and hang you from the chain, time for the session to commence again." The crowd knew what was coming, their chants carrying well over the required noise capacity for human ears as the chorus rang out, a final time.
The song continued on, the bass pounding, the rythem and lead's going around each other, dancing a dance only they could do, the drums beating effortlessly away....and Darcie pulling the fans in for thier last taste......
In a crash of cymbals, strings, and screams, Dominatrix came to it's end, the crowd erupting in one final, long winded chant for more, as Tim gave his thank you's, not only to the crowd, but to Cervantes, for thier first live show. Pulling his bass of his shoulders, Tim made his way to the couch, as the screen said something along the lines of...."We'll be right back."
