tisdag 24 april 2012

PHOEBUS BEAT CLAN


I finally managed to get our new band's websites up and running, our first EP is a pocket size rock opera and you can listen to it right here right now, so feel free to check it out.

 

Phoebus Beat Clan presents:
Assjackal Rising - "a psychedelic punk rock pocket opera in three bloodcurdling acts. This sordid yet epic tale about a teenage female runaway come serial killer is sure to make your skin crawl and your hips shake simultaneously"
    

Here's the lyrics to all three acts of the punk rock opera:

Truckstop She Wolf:
Wo-oo, I wanna try and destro-oy, and I’m never comin back here no mo-ore
See I’m steppin outta the door
Da-aad, don’t wanna be no little princess, Took a razorblade and slashed up my prom dress – and puked a bunch a ‘ludes on the floor!
Mo-oom, don’t wanna clean up my ro-oom, and you can’t make me wear this fuckin’ costume
Never never comin’ back here no more!

Truck stop little she-wolf runaway, Hitchin’ up her skirt on the curb
Gashes in her arm from a trash can ladyshave
Grease fist clenching burger - cola can slurp

Fu-uck, yeah that’s right little sister I said it
And I’m not gonna pay no damn buck – See I’m gone and I’m not looking back
Shi-it is your world brother and you’re livin i-it, if you tell ‘em when I got home last nite – Yeah I’m fuckin gonna hit the road jack

Truck stop little she-wolf runaway
Hitchin’ up her skirt on the curb
Gashes in her arm from a trash can ladyshave
Grease fist clenching burger - cola can slurp



Assjackal Rising:
Plunged a nail file in the jugular - The fuckers on the floor pissing cabernet
Cracked his skull open with a porcelain ashtray - And he’s crawling for the door into the alleyway
Caught him by the dumpster with the 38 – Murder ain’t got nothing to do with hate
The soul's got the color of a rainbow – blood is red and brain is grey

Oxy-contin got nothing on this high – this my drug of choice from here on by

Slit the trunk with a razorblade – Stump leaking plasma on linoleum
Smothered the face with teddybear – Leg kicking rhythm racking onna ground
Open my mouth to inhale the gift – Soul like a vapor or an ultrasound
Third eye open like newborn child – Embrace the brave world I just claimed as mine

Razor slut slut is going beddy by – ass-jackal howlin at the crimson sky
It hurts to shed the skin
It feels so fucking good
Assjackal Rising
Assjackal Rising
Assjackal Rising
Assjackal Rising



Do You Wanna Murder:
Poison gas jackal looking for a living light
Bring them home daddy, they’re gonna go out in style
Finest fucking finery, for the ceremony, baby, nothings too bold or bright
Do you wanna dance doyou wanna dance tonight?

Shotgun shit jackal collector of the human life
Got my orders in, and I’m deliverin a vial full of grace tonight
Gonna open up, and invite them in, the fucking creatures of inverted light
Do you do you do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna murder, do you wanna wanna murder do you wanna murder tonight
Jacking offing people, lock and shock loading peepholes and hypnotize a world tonight
Kicking in the doors, creepy crawling on the floor fuckin’ cutting all the cords tonight
Yes I wanna murder, yes I really wanna murder, yeah I really wanna murder tonight

Razor edge jackal paying my dues tonight
Daddy, hear me, see me, won’t you be an angel now and lend me hand all right?
I’m coming, yeah I’m seeping in my sleep through the infernal vortex looking for a date tonite
Do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna murder, do you wanna wanna murder do you wanna murder tonight
Jacking offing people, lock and shock loading peepholes and hypnotize a world tonight
Kicking in the doors, creepy crawling on the floor fuckin’ cutting all the cords tonight
Yes I wanna murder, yes I really wanna murder, yeah I really wanna murder tonight

And when the murders done (I’ll) be the anointed one
The one who didn’t cling - to human suffering
And daddy calls me home – I’m sittin in his lap on his on his golden throne
A warm eternity with my name in fire on the inverted dome

Do you wanna murder, do you wanna wanna murder do you wanna murder tonight
Jacking offing people, lock and shock loading peepholes and hypnotize a world tonight
Kicking in the doors, creepy crawling on the floor fuckin’ cutting all the cords tonight
Yes I wanna murder, yes I really wanna murder, yeah I really wanna murder tonight


13 kommentarer:

  1. That’s quite an accomplishment in mad rock music and crazy lyrics….

    SvaraRadera
  2. You sick, twisted unit . . . sheer genius mate . . . gave it a wee rave on the blog, needs to have every chance of making it to Broadway . . . lyrical content is up there with Mr Cave and Waits, bad acid blues . . . killer !!!

    SvaraRadera
  3. That is the BEST music I've heard in QUITE SOME TIME!!!

    SvaraRadera
  4. This is some GREAT shit...

    SvaraRadera
  5. hell yeah! great music nicke

    SvaraRadera