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Damn Your Eyes
02:38
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Damn Your Eyes
“You’re a handsome devil”. If she only knew
Just what my intentions were, and what I’m gonna do
She’s much too trusting, and therefore shares the blame
I promise her I’ll be true if she’ll only sign her name
“You’re a handsome devil”, she repeats once more
Now I’m wondering just why she’s resisting my rapport
“I know your kind, I see through your falsehoods
It’s clear that you are bad for me, but it just feels so good”
Well, damn your ass- damn your breasts
Damn your honey pot and all the goddamn rest
Damn your legs, damn your thighs
And for seeing through my lies,
Damn your eyes (3*)
“You’re a handsome devil, just don’t do nothing drastic”
Just ‘cause I’m after your soul, no need to be sarcastic
But she was smitten, or so she claimed
Maybe if I had a conscious, I would be ashamed
Now hesitation, seems she’s not so sure
I guess that I’m not the best choice to be her paramour
And there’s no joy, only despair
This angel’s fallen once again, damn you to make me care
Well, damn your ass- damn your tits
Damn your tongue and all your lady bits
Damn your laughs, damn your cries
And for seeing through my lies,
Damn your eyes (3*)
Now hesitation, seems she’s not so sure
I guess that I’m not the best choice to be here paramour
And there’s no joy, only despair
This angel’s fallen once again, damn you to make me care
Well, damn your ass- damn your tits
Damn your tongue and all your lady bits
Damn your laughs, damn your cries
And for seeing through my lies,
Damn your eyes (3*)
R Bell 7-2-18
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A Crown’s No Cure for a Headache
My family held… this aristocracy
Ordained to protect… our Christianity
Divine right of Kings… it was imposed on me
Do my best to… reflect the Monarchy
But peasants sing out, ‘The king is dead, long live the king’
Leaves my ruling in doubt, they want to see me swing
Never kill the devout, yet this keeps occurring
A bell you cannot unring
A crown’s no cure for a headache
The resistance suggests solutions quite obscene
How can I enjoy this piece of cake?
Head bedded in the bottom of a basket for the guillotine
I provide for… every servant of mine
Men get jobs and… girls join my concubine
All I ask is… devotion and a shrine
All the wealth and… bounties of food and wine
But peasants cry out, ‘The king is dead, long live the king’
My entertainment in doubt, eunuchs refusing to sing
Lions going without, Christians won’t stop whining
Being food ain’t their thing
A crown’s no cure for a headache
The resistance suggests solutions quite obscene
How can I enjoy this piece of cake?
Head bedded in the bottom of a basket for the guillotine
Bell 8/5/18
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Never Had A Good Gut Feeling
I knew this job was something that I shouldn’t take
Now you might scoff, but it just felt off
And there’s more than lives at stake
But you pushed forward to save face
Ignoring me was commonplace
Then it went south, you big-mouth commando
…and those men you hired, where’d they go
Should have seen the lies they were concealing
Never had a good gut feeling
Their secret nature now seems so revealing
Never had a good gut feeling
I’m sure they tipped the cops before we made it in
With that loyalty you think you see
No difference, sin is sin
In and out, no one will die
Your bullshit plan was one big lie
There’s no way that they’re gonna let us go
We should have been in Mexico
How did I settle on a life of stealing?
Never had a good gut feeling
Pulsing wounds have now begun congealing
Never had a good gut feeling
Every sin begets more sin, poetic justice done us in
Should have seen the lies they were concealing
Never had a good gut feeling
Their secret nature now seems so revealing
Never had a good gut feeling
How did I settle on a life of stealing?
Never had a good gut feeling
Pulsing wounds have now begun congealing
Never had a good gut feeling
R Bell 7-19-18
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Hypnagogic Jerk
04:02
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Hypnagogic Jerk
Anxieties routine
I’m wired and I can’t sleep, So I partake,
stay awake, counting sheep with the help of caffeine (4*)
Stuck on repeat. Nothing seems to work
Rapid heartbeat, I’ve a hypnagogic jerk
The nuts and bolts…of my little quirk
The falling jolts, gimme hypnagogic jerk
Anxieties routine
I’m wired and I can’t sleep, So I partake,
stay awake, counting sheep with the help of caffeine (4*)
Sleep fits and starts, arrive like clockwork
Stress off the charts for this hypnagogic jerk
Doc Sycophant, diagnosed berserk
Fed stimulants, I’ve a hypnagogic jerk
The job demands, vastly overworked
Left shaking hands with the hypnogogic jerk
Can’t shake my mood, nothing seems to perk
No sex or food helps this hypnogogic jerk
Anxieties routine
I’m wired and I can’t sleep
So I partake, stay awake, counting sheep
with the help of caffeine (4*)
Stuck on repeat. Nothing seems to work
Rapid heartbeat, I’ve a hypnagogic jerk
The nuts and bolts…of my little quirk
The falling jolts, gimme hypnagogic jerk
Sleep fits and starts, arrive like clockwork
Stress off the charts for this hypnagogic jerk
Doc Sycophant, diagnosed berserk
Fed stimulants, I’ve a hypnagogic jerk
I’ve a hypnagogic jerk (8*) R Bell 5/22/2019
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Fill In The Blank
02:09
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Fill In The Blank
Besieged by vile souls, the proud deplorables
Continue their attacks, old white men have their backs
Against the female roar, voices they all ignore
And I don’t feel at home in this world anymore
Conspiratorial rants, the fucking sycophants
With Christian thin veneer, no love-thy-neighbor here
‘Cause we all know the score, equal unless you’re poor
And I don’t feel at home in this world anymore
Embarrassment to their one lord and savior,
justifying their own bad behavior
If DNA exonerates, you’re greeted with a shank
And you ask why I’m so Goddamn angry…fill in the blank
Opponents are debased, deflection to save face
The racist guarantee, manifest destiny
Former glory restored, ignorant and cocksure
And I don’t feel at home in this world anymore
Equal parts worshipping and backsliding
Your God’s already come back, he’s just hiding
Drinking water filtered through the city’s septic tanks
And you ask why I’m so Goddamn angry…fill in the blank
Subjective lies and truth, with no more need for proof
And yet we’re all to blame, thinking we overcame
Keep fighting the good fight, but I’m wondering what for
‘Cause I don’t feel at home in this world anymore
I just don’t feel at home in this world anymore
‘Cause I don’t feel at home in this world… RBell 10/8/18
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Here To Suffer
03:37
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Here to Suffer
It seems the current price of original sin
Is preventing the poor from being asked to join in
The good book demands that we all join hands
And bow down, accepting our fate
But we’re all here to suffer, on this point I think we relate
There's a method to the slaughter, rounding up our sons and daughters
Sacked and drowned them in the waters, spare the rod and spoil the child
A lamentation for the meek. You inherit nothing being weak
Witness the crimson of the creek. In God's eyes, we're all defiled
Savior on the mound and disciples in the mud
Washing their hands with the innocents blood
Preacher at the pulpit, parish in the pews
Ask the lord for guidance when they hear the news
We're here to suffer
Witness the sermon on amounts. Salvation offers no discounts
How much you give is tantamount to the value of your sins
(Pay up, everybody wins)
There's a method to the slaughter, rounding up our sons and daughters Sacked and drowned them in the waters, spare the rod and spoil the child
A lamentation for the meek. You inherit nothing being weak
Witness the crimson of the creek. In God's eyes, we're all defiled
Speaker at the podium, lemmings fill the joint
Beg their lord's forgiveness from the lowest point
President addresses while the nation falls for
A policy resulting in a holy war
We're here to suffer
It seems the current price of original sin
Is preventing the poor from being asked to join in
The good book demands that we all join hands
And bow down, beholden to thee
But we’re all here to suffer, on this point I think we agree
R. BELL 2/6/07
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Banditos
02:45
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Banditos
I bought you from banditos in the plains
Along with some of your family’s remains
Then robbed them blind, hope you don’t mind
Took those men for all that they were worth
And I buried them deep in the dusty earth
I saved you from adorning a headstone
But arrogance says you did it on your own
Answer to no one, handle your own gun
She said, “I alone own what you ‘rightly’ stole
And I don’t need no man to make me whole”
We travel trails, you point out my mistakes
‘til you step straight into a den of snakes
I kill the brood…to make us food
You say, “this doesn’t mean you’ll share my bed
I need a man like a hole in my head”
Now I don’t talk much, and you’re still young
But I’m finding it hard holding back my tongue
I offered you my blanket, you just laughed
Built a shelter, you complain about the draft
Must you persist? I got the gist
You just can’t wait to get back into town
And you made it clear, you don’t need me around
I woke to hear the night pierced with your cries
Banditos kidnapped you, took our supplies
Now I love a fight, must do what’s right
But though I know full well the consequence
Went back to sleep, enjoying the silence
R Bell 7-12-18
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Scientists cover
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Stockholm Syndrome
03:48
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Stockholm Syndrome
Late night while the people lie in fear. Evil permeates the woods ‘round here.
It seems that our home cannot sustain, this atmosphere that’s so ingrained.
Demons walk among with fetid breath. Old folks feel the icy hand of death.
Curse seems to have no expiration. There is no other explanation.
No one knows just where they come from, or when they’ll go away
Disguise themselves at night and lie among us in the day
They are your friends and family, there’s no one you can trust
And any stories that you’ve heard are not to be discussed
This man will help show us the way. Prepare ourselves for judgement day.
Drink he’s prepared will lead us through. He’ll stay behind, so much to do.
Our new preacher, friend and teacher’s gonna save us lot
Devils he’s met don’t have him yet and that they’ve not forgot
His sins alone, to us he’s shown, will lead to those undead
Our women kind do what’s assigned and assist in his bed
He holds our fate like rotting stalks among the loam
But we accept his iron fist, likened to home, says the scripture of his holy tome
Stockholm syndrome. Stockholm syndrome
Can’t say I understand god’s plan. But I’m thankful that he sent this man.
‘cause tonight I finally get some sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Our new preacher, friend and teacher’s gonna save us lot
Devils he’s met don’t have him yet and that they’ve not forgot
His sins alone, to us he’s shown, will lead to those undead
Our women kind do what’s assigned and assist in his bed
He holds our fate like rotting stalks among the loam
But we accept his iron fist, likened to home, says the scripture of his holy tome
Stockholm syndrome. Stockholm syndrome R. Bell 1/3/2019
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The Sin-Eater
03:03
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The Sin-Eater
The things you do to keep kids fed
Pay off the homestead, beget bad debt
Talents that hold you in demand
Heretics unplanned, thankless banquet
A feast to stave off the hunger
When I was younger, outweighed plans made
Now I stare into the abyss
Waiting for death’s kiss. Unfit spirit
Alert the next of kin-I’ve come to binge and cleanse the soul
Devils want in-I am transgressors one loophole
My discipline-just feed my purse, fill my bowl
I’m an eater of sin-
Alert the next of kin-I’ve come to binge and cleanse the soul
Devils want in-I am transgressors one loophole
My discipline-just feed my purse, fill my bowl
I’m an eater of sin-
R. Bell 12/18/2018
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11. |
Prints of Darkness
03:01
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Instrumental
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Flies on The Windscreen
02:30
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Depeche Mode cover
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13. |
Devil You Know
03:44
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Devil You Know
Weighing out the costs to be alone
The other dame, sits idly by the telephone
Nothing to do, just time to kill
All days the same, her job is to be available
She’s only the mistress- Doesn’t get his address
Lady justifies the time apart
No compromise only to appease her sweetheart
The preferable alternative
Then having kids, await confessions to forgive
No life-changing event ever covered her rent
The perfect pair, it’s all for show. Duo alone, devil you know
The best and worst, you pay- you owe. It’s all the same, devil you know
Nurtures an affair, which God forbids
Fooling the wife, risking resentment from the kids
She wields all control over the scandal
Feeling helpless, situation he can’t handle
Men yearn to dominate- feeling inadequate
Verbal abuse, a glancing blow. But what’s the point, devil you know
It’s six of one, to stay- to go. She knows the score, devil you know.
Weighing out the costs to be alone
The other dame, sits idly by the telephone
Nothing to do, just time to kill
All days the same, her job is to be available
She’s only the mistress- Doesn’t get his address
The perfect pair, it’s all for show. Duo alone, devil you know
The best and worst, you pay- you owe. It’s all the same, devil you know
Verbal abuse, a glancing blow. But what’s the point, devil you know
It’s six of one, to stay- to go. She knows the score, devil you know.
R. Bell 12/3/18
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The Psyatics Las Vegas, Nevada
“Rock and roll as noise pollution. Glorious, glorious noise pollution!”- Jason Bracelin
LV Review
Journal
Post-punk, surf, jazz and garage from Las Vegas, NV
Rob Bell- Vox/Bass
Jack Ball- Gtr
Rick Coffee- Gtr
Ron Hudy- Drums
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