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bucketb0t Nov 2024
necromance inscape escape patience
albino Buckethead assault
nuts bucketbots' bolts
slug BucketheadLand vault
dark arhaic magic pick

Omen Wow
An ode/tribute to a bucketbot that tributes Buckethead by making music in his instrumental, non-existing style. The title of the poem is the title of my favorite song from his works, where the one-man band is called Plectomancer.
bucketb0t Nov 2024
White and Red
Christmas is all about Buckethead
Wonky bucketbots loyal helping-hand
Shred gift of magical BucketheadLand

Buckethead... seasonless Santa
Metaphorically & Literally
Especially Musically
A poem dedicated to Buckethead's live concerts, and how he shares and exchanges gifts during his shows. There's no need for a special occasion, especially when it comes to his music, the most humble person I can think of.
bucketb0t Nov 2024
\m/ The metal sign is actually a bucket sign. \m/

\m/ The metal sign is actually a bucket sign. \m/
Bucketbots, the ultimate rebels with Big B in the lead, we wear the horns sign on our heads proudly INVERTED.
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I don't know Buckethead's beliefs; even as atheist, it doesn't matter, since horns' signs and inverted crosses defy god; nothing is cooler than defying the devil, also, as Buckethead defies metal, music, turning everything on its head.

Taking the whole hand into perspective, facing the knuckles or palm, most evident in everyone's face topping everything, the bucket shapes metal's symbol crown, with Buckethead as King, the G.O.A.T.

Credits where credits are due.
I dream of a world in which anyone who makes this recognizable sign, even as a second thought, invokes Buckethead.  

The sign becomes most symbolic because Buckethead's benefit is uniting everyone in music, BucketheadLand's music.
One of my most loved ones. I Hate Music podcast's Jason & Nick reactions:
https://www.instagram.com/p/DBofVPBijql/
bucketb0t Nov 2024
Happy Misery

Buckethead daydreaming reality midnight sun inside his Bucketheadland my outside moon midday fantasy night-dreaming Buckethead.

Exact chaos organized figuratively.
Dedicated to Buckethead's Midnight Sun song, which resonates with my temporal alternance of him, whereas Buckethead lives in the USA and I live in Romania, and also how he dominates my playlist which deprives me imensly of other bands.
bucketb0t Nov 2024
Honoring Buckethead Halloween
romaniac bucketb0t love

De la asta am plecat,
De aceea am continuat
Fără sa am vreo așteptare
De faptul ca am fost invitat,
De unde doar am menționat

Jason and Nick, Faustian Echoes dialogues my thoughts in regards to ours, lips my feelings.

"They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."

In eggphrastic way, I end and say
The sun gets its own shadow under Buckethead's light.
My poem to I Hate Music podcast after inviting me to talk about my muse Buckethead, hosted by Agalloch's Jason Walton and Nick Wusz. Link:
https://youtu.be/g6N0hqpwDkc?si=91Uqoo3eQXLTfc-T
there isn't all that much to worship
but the long fingers of some unknown
god granting us with melody
and meaning

or maybe this girl of my dreams
she sells sea shells by the slaughterhouse
a real diamond in the rough
saving dimes to escape from ****** mountain

I found truth in a forgotten library
the rise of the blue lotus
watered by the flooding of pain

dawn appears

— The End —