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Famous Monsters
02:24
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Famous Monsters
Uncle John just loved to dance with fate
His Pogo and the foxtrot unsurpassed
Alcohol to loosen up his dates
Picks ‘em young to please that pederast
He’s come to take his children home, and he…
Paints his face until the crawlspace fills its vacancy
Famous monster’s what he’s born to be
Charlie was a petty thief by trade
The free love movement, soon to be deceased
Through drugs and sex, he managed to persuade
Kids to kill the sixties dreams of peace
He don’t know how to surf apparently
Helter skelter, summer swelter, Spahn Ranch refugee
Famous monster’s what he’s born to be
Edward wasn’t one for waste, used all the skin and bones
Theodore’s the lady killer, which I don’t condone
The Zodiac was never found
David’s dog bossed him around
Henry Lee killed 350 before they tracked him down- yeah…
Albert didn’t like the taste of fish
But smells from baking kids, second to none
I know Mrs. Budd most likely got her wish
When he fried for doin’ what he done
Slipped needles in his groinal cavity
He did not waste a taste of Grace, enjoyed her with his tea
Famous monster’s what he’s born to be
R Bell 6-13-2015
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The Last Time I Saw Julia
Last time I saw that Julia she was putting on her face
In the restroom of the corner Texaco
Just that night we had a fight and that’s when I gave chase
Well, I didn’t want to see that bad girl go
I know lately that her and me, we ain’t seeing eye to eye
Relationship has been more off than on
Aware there’s been another man. Sure, I ain’t gonna lie
But I have no idea where she’s gone
Appreciate if you’d update, her whereabouts
My doubts would be relieved
She’s gone, message received
And then you find corpses entwined, my hair clenched in her fist
Which explains just why I’m here today
Now I know why I can’t go. I’m on a suspect list
So by all means, interrogate away
If you try my alibi, I assure your questions satisfied
Still can’t believe that she died
Provided roof, food and bed, gave in to her demands
It’s just like her to frame me for her crimes
Their plan’s flawless, it’s obvious. They tied each others hands
Then stabbed themselves over a dozen times
Through rough seas, she clung to me, spending my dough
Although I wasn’t rich
I never did believe that bitch
R Bell 4-22-2015
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Lay Low
02:33
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Lay Low
Until this thing dies down
I’ll hang on to all the dough
Quietly slip out of town
And lay low, lay low
What part of no one dies
Did you think was apropos?
Now the plan’s been compromised
Lay low, lay low
Thought I could trust your judgment, clearly I misread
For this heat I should put a bullet in your head
Here’s what you’re gonna do
I got some friends in Mexico
Remove yourself from this SNAFU
And lay low, lay low
I hired you purely based on your expertise
And now the best outcome for both of us is you deceased
We’ll not get out alive
A special place for us below
But you’ll be going before I
Laid low, laid low.
R. Bell4/17/15
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Shake Them Bones
02:42
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Shake Them Bones
I’ts gonna be a long night, pick it up and get outta bed
Pour yourself a cup of coffee, clear the cobwebs out of your head
The commotion from the motion will be loud enough to wake the dead
We’re gonna shake them bones, shake them bones, shake them bones
Well, if you wanna be a wallflower, you’re on your own
Throw out a bunch of lines, man, and one of them is bound to stick
But you better make it soon, because the early worm catches the chick
(or something like that)
Well, there’s plenty of the honeys for the king bee to take his pick
We’re gonna flex them joints, flex them joints, flex them joints
Rockin’ that chakra through the pressure points
Over forty years, never learned my lesson
Gives me ammunition to unload at confession
Let loose a little man, give it up, soon you’ll get the knack
Keep it positive, confidence covers up what you lack
Ladies see a man’s moves as indication of his skills in the sack
So move them feet, move them feet, move them feet
No time to feel dumb man, succumb to the beat
Over forty years, never learned my lesson
Gives me ammunition to unload at confession
Gonna shake them bones, shake them bones, shake them bones
Well, if you wanna be a wallflower, you’re on your own
shake them bones, shake them bones
You say you don’t dance, well that’s why you’re alone
R. Bell
12/19/05
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You Killed Me First
02:20
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You Killed Me First
Through our time, I passed the hours with you on my mind
Like a vessel in my brain about to burst
I attacked, but you killed me first
In our day, we shared our feelings in that special way
Now history claims you’re the best and I’m the worst
I provoked, but you killed me first
Our love goes STAB STAB STAB and then we bleed out
Double entendre, it’s cliché, but girl I need out
Memories. In times of trouble, you would come to me
To bring you back home now, you need to be coerced
I’m bitter, but you killed me first
Our love goes KICK KICK KICK and then we collapse
The throes of final blows before the relapse
SOLO
Over years, we shared the laughter and we shared the tears
Now all those tears are starting to build up a thirst
I was wrong, but you killed me first
Our love is BLOWS BLOWS BLOWS and then we make fuck
To succumb, ad nauseum, would be just my luck
In this life, I see scenarios where you become my wife
And when I pass away, it’s you who drives my hearse
I took the plunge, but you killed me first
You killed me first, you killed me first
YOU KILLED ME FIRST
YOU KILLED ME
R Bell 4-23-2015
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Burnt Offerings
03:22
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Burnt Offerings
Lover- waited for you with baited breath
Dahlin’- you’re bound to me ‘til death
Sugar- and to keep from running free
I look forward to the day that you stay voluntarily
Until then…
Honey-I will be your slave
Sweetness- If you learn to behave
Baby doll- We’ll be the best of friends
Have some fun, then your loved ones get to see you again
You were born to be my missus
I’m destined to be your man
Whispered words, tender kisses
If I can’t have you, no one can
You’re screaming me to deaf
I don’t know why this caged bird sings
I cook, though I’m no chef
Appease you with burnt offerings…
My…
Angel- Can’t you appreciate
Dearest- The details of your fate
Bunny- Will you please hold still
Stop whining, you’ll be dining as my guest or on the grill
CHORUS
Until then…
Honey- I will be your slave
Sweetness- If you learn to behave
Baby doll- We’ll be the best of friends
Have some fun, then your loved ones get to see you again
R. Bell 4/27/2015
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Pet Names
03:18
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Pet Names
R- Seems you’re the boss, and I the employee
I know I’m wrong, thanks for reminding me
Can’t get along, but you don’t have to be….
Such a C-U-N-T BREAK
D- Such vitriol, and then you walk away
You’re role in this, you tend to underplay
Say you’re faithful, then I watch you stray…
You P-R-I-C-K
DUET- You give good blame, When you call me
By my pet name
R- Scourge on society
R- Once there was trust, from you my bonhomie
Now I can’t leave, without the third degree
Watch every move, fueling this fantasy
T-W-A-T
D- Apologize, then bring me a bouquet
Romance flowered, than began to decay
You say lie down, and call that foreplay
Such a D-I-C-K
DUET- You give good shame, and don’t call me
By your pet names
D- Shit heel of chivalry
D- Feel like a fool, for being so misled
R- Want you to hurt, and you would like me dead
But time apart, the thought fills me with dread
D- Are you coming to bed? R. Bell 9/24/2015
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I Like To Die
02:12
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The Cost of Love In Today’s Market
Beauty is a fleeting thing, impermanence to accent cruel fate
A catalyst to summer fling, and I’m the prey inclined to take the bait
Though any hunter knows, the trophy’s all about the wait
Youth is an illusion to conclusions that we’re never gonna age
Add to this confusion, the delusion it’s not all about your wage
Communication breakdown, between the dream and the printed page
The cost of love….is putting me in debt
I can’t afford to be adored in today’s market
Women seem to come and leave, conceive to keep ‘em coming’s my advice
The market rate for love today convinces cads to stray, their only vice
It’s all attainable, but it demands a hefty price
I know my unchecked lust causes disgust within
But I hear heavens ‘tween your thighs
Disguised as sin
Open your pearly gates, let me in
The cost of love….causes me to fret
I can’t afford to be adored in today’s market
Youth is an illusion to conclusions that we’re never gonna age
Add to this confusion, the delusion it’s not all about your wage
Communication breakdown, between the dream and the printed page
The cost of love….leaves me in cold sweat
I can’t afford to be adored in today’s market
R Bell 6-11-13
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I Am Slack
03:01
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I Am Slack
There’s no one here to read your literature
To hear your world-woes cure…..or meet your god
No time to purge the sins I’ve collected
I’ll take my chance instead…..while above sod
Your pink propaganda’s fallen on deaf ears
I’ve stepped in the bulldada coming straight out of Bob’s rear
You live like you anticipate his wrath
Hide until judgement day….but I’ve got a plan
Bob’s arranged to restore us to grandeur
Homo excelsior…the ober-man
Your pink propaganda’s fallen on deaf ears
I’ve stepped in the bulldada coming straight out of Bob’s rear
I am slack, I am slack
Descendant of the Yeti, both my mind and wallet ready
I am slack, I am slack
I await the date when sex…goddesses from X are coming back
There’s no one here that wants to join your prayer
No reason to be scared….until you die
In my view, the newsman’s foolish pride
Keeps us preoccupied….just watch the skies
Your pink propaganda’s fallen on deaf ears
I’ve stepped in the bulldada coming straight out of Bob’s rear
I am slack, I am slack
Divine contradictions, oxymorons fixing fiction
I am slack, I am slack
I await the date when sex…goddesses from X are coming back
I am slack, I am slack
II am slack, I am slack
Descendant of the Yeti, both my mind and wallet ready
I am slack, I am slack
I await the date when sex…goddesses from X are coming back
R. Bell 11/15
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Voices In My Head
02:22
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Voices in My Head
They say that you’re no good for me, they want you far away
I wish I could just eat you up, and keep you close all day
When I don’t know where you are, my nerves begin to fray
They tell me you’re not like my ma, that you have no value
If you weren’t part of my life, I don’t know what I’d do
But you better call me back, you know what’s good for you
Allow myself to love you
In my mind now, you’re already dead
So this will be the last time
I listen to voices in my head
They say it’s all for the best, unhealthy just to dwell
Besides, you’re here with me now, and I’m here for you as well
I know our time is short though. Soon you will start to smell
For now I’ll just hold you tight
And share some private moments in our bed
I know our time is finite
According to the voices in my head
I put up with your freezing limbs
The drawback I suppose
Enjoy you for a fortnight, reassure you it’s alright
Or give you back your clothes
And watch you decompose
R Bell 12/16/15
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Missing Piece
02:33
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Missing Piece
I have a hole inside, where desires and needs collide
Obsession with cash applied, Ownership a source of pride
I fill that hole with stuff (2*)
I have a missing piece, unfulfilled by the Diocese
Purchasing will never cease, until my day of sweet release
That piece replaced with stuff (2*)
I work to spend, spend to possess….my little piece of happiness
I have a disorder, a common case, the textbook hoarder
Sanity right on the border, Cannot deny it, I concur
Disorder fed with stuff (2*)
I work to spend, spend to possess….my little piece of happiness
I’ve been shorted a part, which I try to fulfill with art
Don’t want to upset the cart, But I admit with heavy heart
That part is now my stuff (2*)
I am my things (4*) I… AM… MY… THINGS (4*)
My stuff owns me
R Bell 3-29-2015
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Secret
03:16
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Secret
I have a secret buried deep beneath my skin
I feed it on the daily lies I use to hold it in
I have a secret, and I cherish it in spite
Of the guilt that’s banging on my door, it keeps me up at night
I have a secret, so some piece of mind I bought
It seems I didn’t have enough, it’s bigger than I thought
I have a secret, and you’d be quite surprised
To find out was lurking there, behind these hazil eyes
It’s funny how one small event could lead to my eventual descent
Wishing I could take it all back,
Seeming calm on the surface, but I feel I’ll crack
I have a secret and its knowledge you can bet
Is the reason every waking hour’s filled with regret
I have a secret that I wish I didn’t know
But it will always be my burden, I can never let it go
I have a secret and it’s gnawing at my bones
It’s slowly eating me alive, it won’t leave me alone
I have a secret, leaves a bad taste in my mouth
And when I die I have no doubt, I’m surely going south
It’s funny how one discretion could make such a lasting impression
Adrenaline rush like a drug,
Now it’s buried in the closet, swept under the rug
I have a secret buried deep beneath my skin
I feed it on the daily lies I use to hold it in
I have a secret and I guess I’ll never learn
This insures my place in hell, but what a lovely way to burn
R. Bell
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I Can't Stand It
02:23
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The Psyatics Las Vegas, Nevada
“Rock and roll as noise pollution. Glorious, glorious noise pollution!”- Jason Bracelin
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Post-punk, surf, jazz and garage from Las Vegas, NV
Rob Bell- Vox/Bass
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