1. |
Midnight Strikes Back
04:12
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The bell struck midnight and midnight struck back
I heard a faint knock as I sat back in my shack
You can live in quiet or you can live out loud
In the end we all get the same shroud
Maybe a few people and maybe a big crowd
To watch the dirt hit the box and stand beneath the clouds
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon blood upon blood upon blood
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon blood upon blood upon blood
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon blood upon blood upon blood
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon the mud in the days before the flood
I write murder and murder I write
Put the pen to the page black the blackest night
How does it feel to be so goddamn right
Every single day and every fucking night
Living sideways in the city oh gives a good view of the lights
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon blood upon blood upon blood
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon blood upon blood upon blood
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon blood upon blood upon blood
Blood blood blood blood
This is blood upon the mud in the days before the flood
I turned on the radio
And the radio turned on me
It's not hard to tell
I would sell hell
Just to get close enough to smell
Your perfume
I'm a grave robber baby
I would exhume any tomb
I would exhume
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2. |
Cake
03:39
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Death is pretty pricey if you
Take your time
Get your cake from legal markets baby
That's where I get mine
They always say
Don't roll the dice
But there's velvet on my fingers
And that sure feels nice
So cut a line or cut in line
Or boogie in the bathroom
If you know that dance
But it's the bottom of the bottle baby yeah
That's got me in a trance
Get your cake
Get your cake
Get your cake
I pay good money to be told what it's worth
My death might not be timely
But I'm sure it won't hurt
So cut a line or cut in line
They're hanging in the backroom
If you'd take that chance
But it's the bottom of the bottle baby
That taught me how to dance
Get your cake
Get your cake
Get your cake
Death is pretty pricey if you
Take your time
Get your cake from legal markets baby
That's where I get mine
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3. |
Pretty When I Drown
04:07
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You don’t look me in the eyes
As I'm slipping under the current
Saying oh there’s no saving you
As you push me in
Said I didn’t know it’d be your grave
Said that I should really
Know how to swim
Before you sent me to drown
You tied my hands and you cut my hair
Because you said that you could
Never hurt a woman
I made a point of acting scared
I somehow knew that that would please you
Am I pretty when I drown?
No I don’t want to let you down
Am I pretty when I drown?
Am I pretty when I drown?
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4. |
Darkness Only Knows
06:42
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I live alone
I dance with the lights on
Love with the lights on
But I'm slowly forgetting
What darkness only knows
What darkness only knows
Only knows
Only knows
What darkness only knows
It's time to set fire to the woods
Cause I'm being eaten by the city
There’s something in the stars
That darkness only knows
Oh- only knows
I look up at the lights
Thinking they're so pretty
You- you can almost forget
It's just empty offices
But this is not another song condemning
Nine to five
Cause the lord only knows
We all gotta stay alive
In empty offices
Where we sleep with the lights on
Dance with the lights on
Love with the lights on
But we're slowly forgetting
What darkness only knows
What darkness only knows
Only knows
Only knows
What darkness only knows
It's time to get myself from bed
I'm being stalled by time
She’s such a masochist
That's why she’s lying wasted in my sheets
There’s something ‘bout her face
That makes me feel strong
She’s got so many hands to hold me
But she never stops moving them long
The darkness only knows
I don't know
I don't know
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5. |
Fucking Friday
03:23
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Say what you like but just don’t call me dar- ling
Say what you like but just don’t call me dar- ling
Say what you like but just don’t call me dar- ling
I thought I could be sweeter than your Saturday night
Say what you like but just don’t call me dar- ling
Say what you like but just don’t call me dar- ling
Say what you like but just don’t call me dar- ling
I thought I could be sweeter than your Saturday night
My loves not cheap it’s fucking free
But I don’t see the point in your ecstasy
So I close my eyes
I guess you’re right
The truth seems expensive
Doesn’t it now
I’ll give you my spare change to put in your mouth
You give me your word
But it doesn’t mean shit
I’ll give you a leg up
To the edge of the cliff
Tell all your friends I went crazy
Tell all your friends I went crazy
Tell all your friends I went crazy
And tell them to forget my name
Tell them to forget my name
I drink myself stupid
Or drink myself smart
I’ll say you know why I do it
It’s all for my art
You say it’s for nothing
Like nothing’s your name
And I should be cautious
Not to take it in vain
Happy fucking Friday baby
Hope your music’s loud
You say you hate the city
But nah you just hate the sounds
Happy fucking Friday baby
Send me the receipt
You said I need to settle
Now is that not what you mean?
Happy fucking Friday
Happy fucking Friday
Sorry I ruined your evening
Happy fucking Friday
Tell all your friends I went crazy
Tell all your friends I went crazy
Tell all your friends I went crazy
Crazy whoa
Crazy yeah
Tell all your friends I went crazy
And tell them to forget my name
My name
My name
Tell them
To forget
My name
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6. |
To Be Alive
05:31
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For too long I longed for a blade
To separate me from my substance
I was hunted haunted wanted by the waves
Just beyond the fingertips of so called justice
But just before the crypt
Towards the last page of the script
Full of breakups and make downs
We found our own way around it
The only thing I want to be
Is someone I would wanna be
And the only one I would wanna be
Is someone you would wanna be with
No I write rhymes each and every day
And yet sometimes it's difficult
To find new words to say
That I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
You and I
A ship on a stream of glass
Cutting away a poisoned past
Blades of grass
Cut with a blade of brass
Smash
The glass graveyard with one wave
Hard
You are my face card my ace
We walk the streets at night
We are what eagles dare
We walk the streets at night
We are what eagles dare
No I write rhymes each and every day
And yet sometimes it's difficult
To find new words to say
That I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
And I just want to
To be alive
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7. |
What War
03:55
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I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
What are you willing to fight for?
Who are you willing to fight?
Police soldiers drones
What if they came for your home?
What if they came for my home?
What if they came for your home?
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
Poison in the standing water
The crows peck the eagles
Your grave digger just walked on by
I wonder did he see you?
It's raining cowards
Coming down in showers
Come on man tell me where you at
Where you at?
Come on!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Are you wanting to fight now
Are you ready to fight?
Mommy bought you your first gun
Then she tucks you in at night
Are you wanting to fight now
Are you ready to fight?
Daddy bought you your first gun
Didn’t show you how to use it right
And it’s hardly a metaphor
When they paint the town red
But put a pistol in your pillowcase
Cause it's all in your head
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
I came in the door I screamed
What did you do in the war
I came in the door I screamed
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8. |
For Your Life to You
04:35
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If some night 9 o’clock comes calling
Like a killer like a stranger on the third floor
Meet me in that spot by the all night coffee pot
And we can talk about the war between you and more more only more
What it feels like when shadows weigh down on you like prison bars
In a dusk made darker by the rain
And I will search for your silhouette
And sing a song for your life to you
For your life to you
For your life to you
This is a song for your life to you
For your life to you
For your life to you
This is a song for your life to you
Because if it’s not nine it will be some other time
And believe me when I say it will come calling
You won’t hear a thing not a word not a breath
Just a feeling in your flesh
Nobody can tell you anything about it
For it’s your life and this is a song for your life to you
And one day when you can you’ll sing it back to you
Because you’ll realize that 9 o’clock came and went
And barely meant a thing to you
Does that make me free?
If I got it for free
If I still paid full price in my
Fever dreams
Does that make me free?
If I got it for free
The knot in my stomach
Does that make me full?
The ice in my glass cannot keep me cool
Does that make me free?
If I got it for free
And most of the time
We don’t even do it for fun
But the first wink of night
Just feels like a starting gun
Does that make me free?
I’m ready to quit
But I don’t know what
Should I quit trying
Or should I quit the rush?
Well something’s gotta break
And I just hope it’s not me
Does that make me free?
Does that make me free?
And if I could’ve known
How to sing this song to another
Maybe some daughter would still have her mother
Does that make me free?
Does that make me free?
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Beast Music Toronto, Ontario
FEMINIST POST-PUNK BAND
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