Seventy Seven

by Youth of the Beast

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  • Immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    "Clever wordplay and implausibly catchy melodies."
    -Seattle Post Intelligencer
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    "The songwriting is consistently solid, and Symcox’s voice has a bit of glam-rock flair (which is a good thing). Check out the outstanding first single from the album, 'Shotgun Army'”
    -The Bay Bridged
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    "Will not be content with just playing in the background. It will command your attention and you will be thankful."
    -Indie Music Reviewer
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    "The songs have this sort of folk-pop feel about them with the strong Nick Cave like vocals from Adrian Symcox really carrying each and every song."
    -Austin Town Hall
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    "You don't have to be raging against a machine to be a malcontent and this duo has decided to be the ones to lead the way."
    -Midwest Record
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    "Forgetting you're listening to something is a quality I have always thought makes a great album. This album has it."
    -Beneath Everything Radio
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    Comes in high quality vinyl with beautiful, original artwork by Adrian Symcox. Also, includes hand-painted liner notes and digital download card.

    Includes immediate download of 12-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited mobile access using the free Bandcamp listening app.
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released 04 September 2012
Written and sung by Adrian Symcox. Played and produced by Blake Carver.

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Youth of the Beast San Francisco, California

Youth of the Beast is a duo from San Francisco. Their sound is acoustic rock with elements of folk, punk, dub and 60's pop. Their lyrics combine the personal with the political.

BOOK US TO PLAY If you're throwing a house party, basement show, art opening or street festival around LA or SF.
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Track Name: Shooting
Come on, sing the blues with me now
We're all off to the wrong side of town

Street urchins sell knock-offs and shoe flies
Not the last will, the will to survive

Come on, call in sick with me now
Let's elope to the wrong side of town

Sing my darling, you won't let me down
Raise your glass as we go under ground
When we make it we'll know what we've found

Shooting our guns off in town

The world takes it's shots, as it will
That old pact to die young haunts us still

Come on fill the tank, drive like hell
South van nuys doesn't suit you that well

Sing my children, you won't let me down
Raise your glass as we go under ground
Those who make it will know what they've found
Track Name: The Reigning Fashion
The star of the week
However could you lose?
You're the rattling old school
You're the reigning fashion

Beggars and freaks
Theses creatures surround you
You're the rattling old school
You're the reigning fashion

Sounding off 'til the money's gone
The last American outlaw
Was saved for the tv screen
The network pulpit of bedlam

Go on, go on 
Ride out into oblivion

You say what you mean
Disciples around you
Your the last of the old school
The ghost of Father Coughlin

So I walked down and I stood in Mayberry town
I saw you're dream, I felt you're fury
Track Name: Highland Park
From the old town street comes a ragtime beat we all know now
Tell the lords of yore that the restless poor have all moved out

We crawl into the neighborhood, bring our sad-eyed dreams with us
And here comes another neighborhood, it's the same old thing to us

Take a stroll down on my street
See bars on doors and windows
When these digs worth a million
We'll all sit back and wonder
And they're blasting Mexican music
You want to join the throng but you don't know why
You just feel it, yeah you feel it

I'll never feel this good again

Strictly for their crowd, it was fucking loud
They danced all night
We're not part of anything special
A lifestyle's not a life

I need someone to tell me who's got to stand in line
And I don't need no one to tell me who's got to stand in line
Track Name: The Dirge
It's freezing on rust belt streets
But in this land of make believe

You'll find sun, sex, fame and gold yeah

Frustrated with the old place you take your leave
But the spoils here go to cads and creeps

And it's not quite what they sold you

Someone busking on the corner
plays a dirge so black, so blue

Songs the old crowd must have danced to
Finally make their way to you

If the folks back home, could they just see you now
would they laugh or cry?

Now the bass takes a bow...

Then they pick it up
It's a marching theme

For the drunk, the whore, the fool, the thief

All these heroes get a mention

You're laughing now, the art crowd
don't seem so cool

Once you've lived and learned the boogaloo

They're all posture and pretension

Songs the old crowd must have danced to
Finally make their way to you

Molls entwined with mafiosos
To a dirge so black and blue

Then the trumpeter points the song right at you
And the noise you hear breaks your heart right in two

Sounds strictly, just for you...
Track Name: Prometheus
When I first to to this lonely town I put my feet and my ear to the ground
Through all my dedication, man came the loudest sound

I grew up late for suburban dreams
When nothing's sacred you can't blaspheme
The children's revolution, though was the harder thing

We're bored with fights in the schoolyard, baby
Dirty jokes lost their charm just lately 
This town is ready for a show right now

Lalalala Lalalala
Love songs tonight
Lalalala Lalalala
Prometheus, Prometheus burn yourself out alright

The gift of gab gets you punched in the jaw
Strong and silent's what they go for
The backward cap militia kids they showed us the door

The flames burn bright in the schoolyard, baby
Look in their eyes, man they don't mean maybe
This town is gonna be the last town

Oh oh lucky boy
Oh oh lucky girl
Cause you fight and you kick and you spit and you cuss
You're such a lucky boy
Th more freedom we grant you, the more you blame us
You're such a lucky girl

Such a lucky boy, such a lucky girl
Track Name: Platt Street Kids
Is it true about the west side rut that's caught you?
Spending petty cash to ease your mind, running round

Sadly as you go now
From the pages of your old fanzines, this gang'll bring you down

Hey Platt Street kids are calling 
Hey hey those righteous kids are here again
Hey Platt Street kids are calling 
Hey hey those righteous kids are here again

Get out in the street now
Smash some glass and make a sordid scene
It does them in
Steady as you go now
It's alright to take your time and to be wrong again

Hey Platt Street kids are calling 
Hey hey those igneous kids are here again
Hey Platt Street kids are calling 
Out into the night into the rain again
Track Name: Shotgun Army
There's a shotgun army
Heaven's a place they just can't wait to go
Lay your guns right down on the table, have the kids all smile for the camera 

There's a shotgun army
Hair-triggered, hair-brained, well-fed, out or more

Across the voodoo nation, down the city blocks
You feel the perspiration, catch the angry looks

Onward you Christian soldiers, Allahu Akbar
No matter what the war cry, the death drums rattle on

There's a shotgun army and heaven to pay on my street
There's a shotgun army, it's heaven to pay on my street
Track Name: The Last Day of School
This is the last day of school
We've learned what we need to
Now we can work for you
Through your ever changing moods

You're tearing up the golden rule
You've shown us no loyalty
So we won't trust you
We'll take the job but we won't pledge our lives to you

I'm tearing out of here at five
My chance to get drunk and dream of a brand new life
the trouble is that the expectation's too high

So laugh if you want to
I need to get this monkey off of my back now
I'm gonna party somewhere in this town

This is the last day of youth
All hopes and all dreams have officially not come true
We'll fight each other for the chance to survive and make do

So laugh if you want to
I need to get this monkey off of my back now
I'm gonna party somewhere in this town

Crowds spill through streets now
We'll make a scene now
It's your way to build us up then let us down

Beg, burgle, borrow
The trends you follow
You were made to pick them up then put them down

This is the last day of school
We've learned what we need to
Now we can work for you
Through your ever changing moods

If this were the last day on earth
I'd be with my sweet heart down by the open hearth
I wouldn't take calls from despots or grovel for twerps

So laugh if you want to
It makes no difference now the meteors rain down
I'm gonna party somewhere in this town
Track Name: From a Dark, Dingy Basement
Let's write our names on every street
So much harder than you think
We sang our songs into the night
Words just vanished in the dark

We'll be the last band to take a stand
Be the last band, and then they'll get us too

From a dark, dingy basement
You can't be seen
So set your goals where you want them
It means nothing

Let's show our film on Beverly
"The Rise and Fall of You and Me"
We'd sacrifice all love and health to glimpse our better, richer selves

We were the last band to take a stand
Were the last band, and then they go us too
Track Name: The Clock Goes Back
Now...
In dance halls spread the word oh this night
The factory walls will fall, the morning tide
Will sweep your woahs away 
The clock goes back tonight

Have you seen, have you heard
There's a big wave coming to wash this world
So clap your hands and sing

And the word on the street
Is that the banks and bombs will be obsolete
So clap your hands and sing

All down to words and pictures
That's how they taught it to me
I learned from their example
Til the end of the hour teacher
Til the end of the world preacher live
Track Name: Open Sky
I go walking on this street, my love
Chase the desert sun, my race is run with great devotion

I go walking on this street, my love
'Til the day is done, the western world stops at the ocean

Things they haunt me on this street, my love
Strays on the run

And I don't see how you say that 
You can tell its gonna be alright
By the stars in the open sky

I go walking on this street, my love
Meet the trust-fund kids, all junkie chic with Marxist notions

I go walking on this street, my love
Tell the Jesus freaks that god hates shameless self promotion

They're all out here on this street, my love
Vampires and thugs
And I don't see what you see, still for now we hold each other tight
By the stars in the open sky
Track Name: Beachfront Property
Cloud of war was looming in the distance 
As the rest played down the street

The local lore, the burning burning question
'bout that old jap submarine

On the beachfront one night we all learned it's name
On the beachfront as the hull went up in flames

Love and music got a sudden rush
As our gates fell to the world

We one the war, put Elvis on the radio
And that's just who we were

On the beach front everybody gets their time
Just a snapshot of your once and fleeting prime

Lalalala...

On the beachfront one night they all learned our name
On the beachfront then it all went up in flames