Spooning in the Apocalypse
(This story is serial in nature. You should start at the first episode.) Spooning in the Apocalypse is a podcast set after the end of days and after the work day has ended. Tune your fictional dial, to the fictional radio network WSPN the Spoon, for the fictional call in style radio show Radiationships…it's fictional. In each episode registered Professor Shaum Defroyen and his co-host, Radd Flink offer advice and solace to Apocalyptic relationships. Digging in and digging it up, whether the callers are learning to love themselves or someone else, Radiationships will tickle the right spot. If the weight of your Apocalypse is too much, let them Apoca-pick you up. Season 2 available now. Welcome to the Confluence. For more go to www.SpooningInTheApocalypse.com
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Spooning in the Apocalypse
Songs from the Sadlands: I can't spell Mephistopheles
WSPN presents midseason episode two of our new series "Songs from the Sadlands: In world songs from out of the world bands." Presenting some of our favorite artist making songs set in our world. A new song every week for 3 weeks.
Our second artist is: We are Makers.
"We are Ryan and Chelsea Maker. We are a married couple that's been playing music together pretty much since we met. We are lead vocalists/guitar&keys for the T.R.O.C.K. sensation Legs Nose Robinson, write and perform vocals via the internet with the electronic dance ensemble BitterPants, as well as perform in a five piece rock band called Illy and the Spells."
Song: I can't spell Mephistopheles
Spooning in the Apocalypse, season 3, coming March 16th 2020
Lyrics Below
I can’t stop poppin’ babies out my fun hole
Even though I fixed that long ago
Well I had a hysterectomy
but those demons keep coming outta me
I’m a hell mouth girl born and raised ya know
Well I do have me a type when it comes to males
It ain’t no dealbreaker if he’s horns or a tail
I’m sucker for a compliment
And A Forked tongue has its benefits
I feel pretty and shiny like he’s drinkin’ from the holy grail
Well my name sure ain’t Rosemary
And I can’t spell Mephistopheles
But mother of all he crowned me at brimstone
Now Their daddy ain’t no angel he comes and goes
He just teaches them the fun stuff like mind control
When I try to give’em a switch
I wind up makin’ a sandwich
Back to burning another batch of clothes
When I asked his name he first replied in laughter
He said, “There’s too many to say” so I guess it don’t really matter
And though he keeps on askin’ me
I’ll be damned if he gets custody
And the irony is I’ve been damned since I met that bastard
Well my name sure ain’t Rosemary
And I can’t spell Mephistopheles
But mother of all he crowned me at brimstone
made in Nashville by Spooning Productions