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Shooting
02:23
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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
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2. |
The Reigning Fashion
02:53
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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
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Highland Park
03:55
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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
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4. |
The Dirge
03:49
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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...
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5. |
Prometheus
03:18
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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
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Platt Street Kids
03:47
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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
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Shotgun Army
02:37
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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
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8. |
The Last Day of School
04:53
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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
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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
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10. |
The Clock Goes Back
02:40
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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
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Open Sky
02:44
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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
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Beachfront Property
02:33
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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
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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.
youthofthebeast@yahoo.com
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