Oderint Dum Metuant

by The Psyatics

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“ The Psyatics – Oderint Dum Metuant Outhouse Eagle, 2013 A wild mesh of garage-rock with blues-rock, punk energy and dirty rock’n'roll, there exists much power amid this noisy, sometimes manic album. The vocals howl and yelp, and the music often follows suit, though they bring in a violin and somehow blend it in seamlessly. A mixed bag of sounds and genres all rolled up into an explosive and calculated listen, if I didn’t know better I’d say John Reis was involved. ”
Tom Haugen - INFORTY

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released May 11, 2013

Rob Bell (vocals, bass)
Jack Ball (guitar)
James Krah (drums)

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Track Name: The Hanging Tree
The Hanging Tree

A balmy night for lovers- seeking change from under covers
Playful slaps and ‘beg your pardons’- entering the hanging garden
Bedded her upon a sea- of clover ‘neath the lynching tree
Summer breeze sings songs of hope- to swaying beat of noose and rope

Nature’s bonhomie
Shaded by the hanging tree
Whispered love on baited breath-
contrasts the soil that reeks from death
Best made plans of rats and men-
while knowing he’ll not call again
Abandoned there in sweat and seed-
the draw of fate and shame in deed
Morning finds her swinging free-
another soul to feed the tree

Nature’s bonhomie
Restless and somber ennui
Natures bonhomie
Shrouded by the hanging tree
The hanging tree (8*)
Summer breeze sings songs of hope- to swaying beat of noose and rope
Summer breeze sings songs of love- strung up, given a playful shove
Summer breeze sings songs of hope- to swaying beat of noose and rope
Summer breeze sings songs of lust- ashes to ashes, dust to dust

R Bell 8/29/2011
Track Name: Stole Your Girl
Stole Your Girl
When you reach the summit- visit the other side
If you can’t pick it, strum it- ain’t over ‘til you’ve died
Adam’s sin was his shame- that apple FELL off that tree
And if you’re wondering where your ladies been- that girl’s staying with me

Don’t give up the ghost- before it’s exorcised
Even the pull of the coast- well it changes with the tides
Future’s bright as the stars- endless as the sea
But stop looking for a way to say sorry- she belongs to me

You preferred denial- rather than face her bile-
now she finds you vile

Practiced in deceit- you should have been discreet- now she’s warming my sheets
Keep your head held high- avoid the trappings of fame
You never know ‘til you try- it’s how you play the game
But this particular issue- has no happy end
Stop looking for a reason she’s leaving- I’m that reason my friend
Stop looking for a reason she’s leaving- I’m that reason my friend
Stop looking for a reason she’s leaving- I’m it

R Bell 7-7-11
Track Name: Bourbon Sway
Bourbon Sway
There was a time when I poured on the charm
Spring in my step and a girl on each arm
That was then- not today
Side effects from that damn Bourbon sway
Got me a girlfriend that keeps me in debt
Cheated only once, but she never forgets
Don’t trust me- I’m prone to stray
Blame it all on that old Bourbon sway
The Wild Turkey scuffles and Thorazine shuffles
Were popular back in my day
Now the Benzedrine trips or a slow Morphine drip all give way
…to the draw of an old Bourbon sway
SOLO 1/2
My friends Johnny Walker and Gentleman Jack
Gave me bad advice, now she won’t take me back
Poor judgement- on display
As I dance the two-step Bourbon sway
The Wild Turkey scuffles and Thorazine shuffles
Were killing me, or so they say
Though all my remorse ran its course, I just can’t turn away
…from the draw of that old Bourbon sway
SOLO 1/2
So pour me another glass, two-fingers strong
Repeat liberally ‘til we all sing along
I’ll quit soon- not today
Being sober is not my forte
One more time for an old divorcee
Blame it all on that damned Bourbon sway.
R. Bell 1/3/12
Track Name: Swing on This
Swing on This R. Bell
Tarzan spies Jane in a peace habitat
Says the old monkey man, “need a piece of that”
So he devises a plan to sweep her off her feet
Kala kidnaps the girl so that they could meet

Swinging in on a vine, he performs the save
The girl’s quite enamored with a man so brave
So he does the obligatory jungle man yowls
And flexes his pecks ‘til his loincloth falls

Jane just smiled, leaning in for the kiss
Tarzan points down and says, “swing on this”
So that’s what she did for the next few days
And his push in the bush earned her highest praise

‘Til she collapses, panting and drenched in sweat
When he remarks to her, “me not done yet”
Jane states coyly, “ you must think me a whore”
Tarzan shook his head and said “1-2-3-4”…..
Track Name: Oncoming Train
Oncoming Train
Everybody lives
Everybody dies
The spring’s full of promise
And in the winter it’s cries Bible promises salvation
If you believe those lies Provided dinner for the table (ooh yeah, ooh yeah) Now a feast for the flies
Well the morning brings joy
And in the evening it’s grief
For some it holds regret
And for others relief
Outcome remains the same
Whether savior or thief
Goin’ back unto the earth (ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
No matter what your belief
I see the light at the end of the tunnel (3*) Must be an oncoming train
Arriving to the warmth
And departing in the cold
You know that life is bluffing
Yet you’re still gonna fold
Youth is wasted on the young
But no one wants to be old
‘Cause we’re food for the worms (ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Once our story is told.

R. Bell
Track Name: The Powder Monkey
Powder Monkey

He never was one for looting
Raping, marauding or shooting
He pillaged a village or two
But the kid always seemed different from the crew

He held his rum with the best
But put his captain to the test
Had an eye patch and a parrot
A wooden leg, but wouldn’t wear it

(CHORUS)
A pirates life is on the sea
My father often said to me
You curse, you spit, you never shave
And always take your secrets to the grave

They pulled into port with a plan
Loot it and take the women
The kid had decided to stay
And that’s the reason he’s alive today

The village prepared for attack
None of the pirates came back
Hid himself during the fray
Hoisted the sails and slowly pulled away

(CHORUS)

And the powder monkey huddles in the hull
Takes shelter from the squall
Praying to avoid atolls
Sea monsters and the sirens call
Standing steady at the ready
To load the muskets and prepare the cannonballs

Headed for friendlier shores
Drinking was his only chore
Chicks dig the treasure he flaunted
Which was exactly what he wanted

CHORUS (tag last line 3*) R. Bell
Track Name: Right Amount Of Wrong
Right Amount of Wrong
You got the right amount of wrong
Tie me up and then you string me along
Treating me like I was any other guy
Rub me raw, then bleed me dry
‘I should know better, just forget her’,
what I heard all along
But I’m not that strong
And she’s just the right amount of wrong
You got a good amount of bad
Drive me wild, then you make me mad
Have a way to get me right down on my knees
Make me thank you, then you do what you please
Just can’t trust that succubus,
overbearing undergrad
But she’s the best I’ve had
And she’s got a good amount of bad
First I went, then I came
Got only myself to blame
Stumble through the walk of shame
While she can’t remember my name

You got a well amount of sick
Line ‘em up, then you take your pick
Seduce them with your wicked ways, tender kiss
Plunge the knife in, give it a twist
I’ll never learn, they’re concerned
Need a good, swift kick
For thinking with my prick
Cause she’s got a well amount of sick
SOLO (VERSE) BRIDGE
REPEAT FIRST VERSE
R. Bell 4-30-12
Track Name: Evangaline
Evangeline

I traded in
domestic din
For opportunities in excess and in sin
And I succumb
To the privileges of living in Sodom

The baccannal
I had it all
Until a confrontation ended in a brawl
I lost her trust,
became a slave unto unbridled lust

Evangeline, you know you’re always gonna be my love divine
But this routine- has left the fruit to wither on the vine
Tiring of faking saccharine

The faithful spouse
thought me a louse
Threatened divorce, taking the kids, the cars, the house
She wanted half-
and so I quickly drowned her in the bath

Evangeline, you know you’re always gonna be my mi amor
A love pristine, now you’ve gone to reap your just rewards
Beauty buried ‘neath the floorboards

SOLO

Some time has gone-
and I moved on
Managed to become another woman’s pawn
So I begin-
Reopening the ground to tuck her in

I once was blessed-
I must confess
Stunned by the beauty Evangeline possessed
Gave her a peck-
and felt her hands contract around my neck

Evangeline, you know you’re always gonna be my mi amor
A love pristine, Now you’re back to even up the score
Forever bound beneath the floorboards (2*)
R. Bell 7/4/11
Track Name: Today's Big Thing, Tomorrow's Old News
Todays Big Thing- Tomorrows Old News

‘Gimme more’ they cry
As we give them what they had come to see
‘I adore’ scream legions
Of those cuties, the latest groupies
‘What a bore’ write bitter critics
While they’re tearing into me
‘What for, what for’ it seems
As the money goes to the record companies

Today’s big thing – Everyone’s listening
Tomorrows’ yard sale - give it time, it never fails
Today’s big thing – Everyone’s listening
Tomorrows’ old news - used to rock, but now you sing the blues

Next day, next day I hold my head and tell my ears to stop that ring
‘Came to play’ we yell
To the thinning crowd, impress them our goal
‘Go away’ the fans start chanting
I say, man, that’s sobering
Looking gray as our tour slowly ends
We’re deeper in the hole

Today’s big thing – Everyone’s listening
Tomorrows’ yard sale - give it time, it never fails
Today’s big thing – Everyone’s listening
Tomorrows’ old news - used to rock, but now you sing the blues
Used to rock, now you sing the blues
Used to rock, now you sing the blues
Used to rock, now you sing the blues now
R.Bell
Track Name: Clumsy
CLUMSY

The man she calls her mate
Keeps her subordinate
His fists communicate….pow, pow, pow

She’s clumsy is the line they use
Her favorite of the pick and choose excuses
She runs to find solace in me
A friendship that she frequently abuses

She swears he’s in the past
I’m living proof that nice guys finish last

The man she calls her mate
Keeps her subordinate
His fists communicate….pow, pow, pow

His backhand has got her mind unnerved
Her thinking somehow she deserves the beatings
Stays strong, until she feels the sting
Asking herself just where this thing is leading

She swears to her he’s dead
But apologies lead back to his bed

The man she calls her mate
Keeps her subordinate
His fists communicate….pow, pow, pow

REPEAT VERSE 1 REPEAT CHORUS R. Bell 7-28-12
Track Name: Rigid Digits
Rigid Digits
I am a figure of fun, I’ll let you know when I’m done
I am the family black sheep, I’m needing somewhere to sleep it off
I am a leader of men, I earn the wages of sin
My digits rigid from pain, disease coursing through my veins, cough cough
God is out of town at the moment
Took a personal day
Gave me the keys to his kingdom,
I’ll be watching it while he’s away….
False idol feigning respect, I’m screening all your requests
I leave the saving to chance, All souls must pay in advance with toil
I have a table reserved, paid up and fully deserved
Not offered to everyone, I went to school with his son, so spoiled
God is out of town at the moment
For those who believe
So I’ll be answering your prayers in the order
Which their received
I am ongoing regret, I live as good as it gets
My digits rigid from age, watching the wars that you wage
R. Bell 8-18-2011
Track Name: Suzie Got A Stutter
Suzie Got A Stutter

That Suzie got a stutter
And she’s beset with tourettes
Lively conversations that she’d like to forget
I never met a sailor who could best her yet

That Suzie got a stutter
And a touch of the twitch
Friends are telling me she’s a full-on bitch
But I can’t help being just a bit bewitched

By that dd-dd-dd-dd-dame (4*)

That Suzie got a stutter
Tattoos down her arms
Scowl on her face like she wants to harm
And she warrants my attention with her usual charm

Called crass for my harassment
Got reasons for the teasing
My indiscretions spurred on by affection

Little Suzie got a stutter
And it’s driving me wild
Constantly reminded I’m acting a child
Her hating on me shows she’s deep in denial

Little Suzie got a stutter
Makes me wanna commit
The first to admit that I deserve to be hit
But if she’s not taken, I’m refusing to quit

R. Bell 1/29/12