Biography of Joe Corbett
Contractor by day, Songwriter, poet, by night.
Joe Corbett Poems
(Verse) 1 Here the call, our darkness needs another host, for the demons seed plant it deep, in the sole
In my imagination the thing I saw was cursed It slid across a giant plane the journey was it`s first
(10) (Chorus) So Come on in, were havin a party the real good times, just gettin started
Darkness brings, bloodless pain inner demons, shrouded shame, scale the walls inside my head, Pile the bodies of the dead.
House Of Ill Repute
Move along, the winding road torn away from the comfort zone blistered blackened, moonless night a wrong turn taken, a hopeless plight.
Whisper softly to the sky Darkness comes we know not why
As I walked, down the road to a place, I've been before the wind whistled, through the trees
In a blizzard some time ago as I trapsed through knee deep snow. Headed twards, I don't know where
The Best Things In Life
The best things in life No one really cares
Sine Qua Non
Near the constant compression of time
Rape And Pillage
We traveled long our mission tough
On Down The Road
I`m movin, rollin on down the road I`m leavin today this place cause its old.
I open my eyes and what I see
With the prospect, of imminent death creeping towards, that final breath. Out of respect, or age old myth
Darkness brings, bloodless pain
inner demons, shrouded shame,
scale the walls inside my head,
Pile the bodies of the dead.
Countless years of chop and grind,
All this pain controls my mind,
Rotten bodies, rotten smell,
Twisted reaper rings the bell