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Intro
01:12
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Welcome to the celebration
Of the death of a nation
Though it’s a commiseration
For our lack of deviation from limitations
Our obsession with succession
Nepotism, patrician competition
And ambition as the condition for the “perfect” future
It's the initiation of a conversation for change
A vision for modifications we’ll make to a nation
That upholds the regulations of an ancient civilization
That never lived to serve its population,
But to serve those with wealth of possessions and without melanation
The death of our foundation
Is not a limitation on our expansion, our proliferation, or our rise
To radically heal without accommodations
We must rally a delegation
And ignite the congregation of broken hearts
To lead the resurrection
Tonight, you and I will hold hands and breathe life into a world we’re killing
And make it worth dying for
Welcome to the Funeral Afterparty
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Night People
02:35
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If you’ve suffered you’ve got an invitation,
Dump the whole wide world, give our club a chance.
Don’t need to leave your town, come join us in your basement
Sink and drink and think: apocalypse is over now we dance.
(Get up!)
Black blood running through your veins
(Come on!)
Break down, baby don’t abstain
We’ll put you motherfuckers in a trance
(Wig out!)
Snakeskin lying on the floor
(Turn up!)
Rest in pieces, gonna leave you sore
You’re rolling with the night people, so you better fucking dance
Dare you to enter this gathering of terrors
Spin and twist you can’t resist the urge to bleed
Out on the dance floor, embracing your dysfunctions
We wait beyond the graves and enter into immortality
Listen to the whispers in the corners of your mind
(Where night people at?)
Darlin I can feel your bones poking out through your lies
(Where MY people at?)
Invitations marked in blood, are you abnormal too?
Baby, we’re night people, it's what we do
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3. |
Curses
03:49
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I saw red and then I saw you
Braced for impact, clawing at mildew
Yearning, turning over tables in your mind
Stopped at treetops gaining consciousness
I thought despite everything, you still owed me this
I am not as kind as I might seem,
Hunting haunting melodies in your dreams
And lure them into nightmares
Rain drowned blood on a death star
Round out rhythms run down street cars
Bend over backwards darling, it suits you
Bend over backwards darkling, it’ll sooth you
The darkness so seductive, I forgot
That in your madness , that’s where I stopped
Rehearsing and cursing the tides
Swelling and curling inside
I proclaim you’re the only one who’s sane
Most will die before they find the pleasures in the pains of life
But you bound my days in agonies, and savored their decay
May love and curses come your way
Run run, rebel, if you still can
I like to taste the sweat before I eat a man
Your panic pairs so well with wine
Reek of rage in early stages
And get rattled by the saddled shame of
My lustful hedonist sublime
Then maybe you could be my valentine
And I could be your nightmare
Roses for your weary head
Laced with thorns and dried in dread
With your blood and ache I’ll adorn you
Babe, It’s the way I adore you
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B.A.T.S.
04:01
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If you tried to kiss me, Bella you would just stumble into my jaws
A trap laid for much bigger creatures than you, Bella
And I can't prevent the damage I could do
If you got to know me, if you got to look inside my brain
There’s a siren sitting at the control panel
Stringing melodies whisking me away
Bella you got the eyes and the smile
And just the kinda innocence the siren is a-hungering for baby
She wants more of you and all the pretty things you do
Through rose-tinted glasses you can't tell the difference between blood and oil
If you let her take control of your affections she’ll lure you into agony
Through rose tinted glasses you can’t see the nightmare growing in between us
Baby don't ya know the real pressing question is whether you could handle it
No
Wicked are the ones who the innocent trust
Who manipulate, sedate and take advantage of you
Anesthesia drips from her wicked lips as she chokes me harder
And since my baby broke my heart n’ shattered my world just a month ago
My siren took control and had me falling for you, Bella
You’re sweet but honey brings the beasts
You were in the wrong place at the right time for the siren to
Dig her claws into your shoulders, n’ if you weren’t here Bella
She’d find your innocence in somebody else
She deepens the wounds she claims to sew
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5. |
Monsters We Can't See
02:53
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Fireballs surround the gallows
Misty eyes and misty shadows
Strangers walk the night with silver swords
Keeps these words of wisdom handy
Hold your sorrows understanding
The winter of our lives is evermore
So hold me in the dark
We only fear the monsters we can’t see
The statues fall apart
But nothing really hurts that bad when you’re with me
Running ‘round in circles, stalling
Lock the doors, the sun is falling
There’s no chance of making it on your own
Though our candlelight is fleeting
Feel this fragile heart still beating
They can take your life, don’t let them take your soul
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6. |
Moon Song
02:14
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I’ll tell you a story, please lend me your ear
A secretive romance that’ll last through the years
She creeps through my window, takes over my view
Her eyes on my face are tender and cool
She asks me, my darling, what do you dream?
I tell her, I dream you are always with me
She laughs as she looks with her revolving gaze
She says, love, I’ll be with you for all of your days
She knows how to make me feel bright and new
But her wisdom and might make me feel fuller too
I never thought I’d fall in love with the night
Then she crept through my window and made me feel right
We went to the beach and she waved at the sea
I watched with such marvel as it waved back at me
I wait 'til the day that her dark side appears
But ‘til then, I know that she’ll be with me here
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7. |
Blue Eyed Boy
05:30
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How you like your blue eyed boy, Mr. Death?
When his legs are spread and he's out of breath
After a long hard life of being handsome?
He used to dance for you in spite of you
How you like your brown eyed boy, Mr. Death?
When he’s on bruised knees and he's crying sweat
After a long hard life of being ransomed?
He used to sing for you in spite of you
Will you guide him to the gates of hell
With soothing words, say all is well
Then leave him on his own on a lonely yellow road?
Will you guide him to a paradise
Where the waters clear, the weathers nice
Then watch upon the wall
While the waves swallow him whole?
Us sinners will take care of him
While you slink on away
We’ll treat him like a favorite son
Though we know all the wrongs he’s done
While you go find another one,
We’ll love him anyway
How you like your green eyed game, Mr. Death?
When they’re wanting love that they’ll never get?
They spent their whole lives chasing satisfaction
You made them run from you to run to you
How you like our blood and bones, Mr. death?
Have our bodies met your measures yet?
If we're damned to live under your shadows
Joy is rebellion we'll find comfort in
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8. |
Ambulance
05:39
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Here I go, I’m at Beth Israel hospital
And I feel the beating chests of everyone who’s breathing like me
The woman with the lanyard asks a question, she says
With skin this dull, do you see the sun at all?
The truth is, I’ve spent so long hiding under my sheets,
I shield myself with fantasy, I’m sheathed in sleep
I can’t hear anyone, what are they telling me?
They say you think too much
Yeah someone’s always on your mind.
I gotta roll the dice
And hope that I can breathe tonight
They say you only live once
But I’ve lived a thousand times
In different skin than mine
And it’ll never fit just right
Cavities, rotting teeth from secrets that I keep
Then I smell the antiseptic all I think is
It might as well be formaldehyde to me
With each breath, asthmatic lungs of earth grow older
Fluorescent lights breaking my skin as gravity pulls me deeper
With weighted limbs, I turn my head and I see them
I don’t know what warranted my wallow
But I know my destiny’s decay
I won’t give into the fear of falling
I refuse to spend my time wasting away
I believe I’ll live another day
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9. |
Commas & Semicolons
03:12
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I could fall in love with the wind if she kissed me right
And it's so obvious to everyone
But you crawled your way through my sins
I felt the fervent fire of a thousand suns
And I don't wanna live like that
So why do I come on so strong?
This storm is blowing out to sea
So who am I to say it's wrong?
And I'm thinking about all the games that we played
All the pain we dealt, all the mess we made, oh no
And I don't wanna live like that
If we could fly away from the towns where we never met
I'd never look back down again
I could lie with you in the clouds
And never make another friend
In the marrow of my bones
All the secrets that you told
Burning brighter than the sun in my eyes so I
Tear a tarot into shreds
Name my destiny instead
How I see it in my head
Selling shadows on the side
Falling stars land in the sky
I don't wanna lose my mind
But I can't let go
Of the illusions that I see
like the future that could be
And I felt the wind in my hair
The seasons change and so should I
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So hold me in the dark
We only fear the monsters we can’t see
The statues fall apart
But nothing really hurts that bad when you’re with me
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The Dead Friends Club
The Dead Friends Club is an all non-binary and Black-fronted band, celebrating queerness and punk through epic tales of rebellion, reclamation, and unconditional love. Their funky-emo-jazz album Funeral Afterparty, streamed over 10,000 times, envisions a world where liberation overpowers injustice. ... more
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