Death Bat Flies Again

by Dead Sexy Sheila

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1.
Damn I wish I could make you a bed for your back To lie in Or die in Or get you in the sack Please don't be sleepin' I wanna see your eyes I wanna take off your dress, and give you a disguise Please Don't Snooze, baby Please Don't Snooze Sacrificed my cat to Jesus for your moments that I lose Please Don't Snooze, baby Please Don't Snooze 'Cause when the day breaks you might find scorpions in your shoes Oh they'd welt and they'd sting your pretty brown feet And tell you what diseases you can get from what you eat They'd crawl in your navel And poison your spine Your eyes'd roll back And you'd forget your all mine Please don't be Snoozin' Not on my watch Please don't be passed out Drunk off my scotch Please don't meet with no Huxley in a dream 'Cause it may be your subconscious But it's still a date to me So Nelson Mandela, lend me your ears And oh Pontius Pilot, rent me some spears I done bled through all my pores To score the woman I got Yeah I been up all night on my banjo Writing tunes about how I love her a lot Please Don't Snooze, mama Please Don't Snooze I'm rotting away in Denmark of boredom and booze Please Don't Snooze, baby, Please Don't Snooze Cause for you a little slumber's a fucking lot for me to lose
2.
You painted my window So I could see your skull Sleek like the dayglo pulses of my mensch-stration And the Über-chill flow of my friends Reading your smoke signals 'Cause Mary's passin' my way Want to give you that shotgun again Sittin' on info That'll never reach the public Lest my darker visions force some extraction From the constant conjugation Of my people profiles changin' Based on meditations on L S D And they just get more beautiful Yeah they just get more beautiful It's such a soft glow when the streetlamps sigh Like when a death bat cuts Across the quivering purple sky And it's so fine the way their merits shine Atop an ocean of wine That fights the rising tide of oil We threaded the table legs with our limbs Crass like the slow inspection Of my sweet Love With particular function to match Seating in slow rhythm 'Cause the scent trails are embedded Let's hop over the fence Into the black Breathing in slow notes That read colors of fixation 'Cause the camp of good sensation's a lost cause In this romance crushing city But the prospects are so pretty 'Least there's pleasure in the honest mistakes So I'll just spin and spin and fly I'll spin and lose or win and die We had a good thing But the constant sweep Of evil protocols Have taken everything to keep And family who I meet in dreams Give out the silver touch To all the artists feeling weak
3.
03:20
My mother used to say I'm really real this way, but I want you to know that it's not ok Oh yeah I want you to know That it's not ok I go out every night And when I see my sights It's just a scuzzy fadeout I wanna Love away You're just a scuzzy fadeout I wanna Love away I got so many friends And they all do it too But man it ain't the fifties Oh no it ain't the fifties My soul is real to me I'm who I wanna be You oughta get to know me Oh baby, get to know me Everybody Holds all the keys Everybody Holds all the keys My brother is the best One night he hit my chest And said, You fucked me heart up I didn't even know Hey man you fucked my heart up I didn't even know So on a somber day You know I always say Let's go and light our brains up We gotta lot to learn So let's go light our brains up Because I wanna learn Everybody Holds all the keys Everybody Holds all the keys It ain't the fifties Hey get to know me Baby, I want you to Love me
4.
C'mon baby do drugs with me, please C'mon baby do drugs with me, I'm on my knees The brightest light on the switchboard And you oughta disconnect We could be so good But you need a womb-time recollect And it's this C'mon baby do drugs with me Oh do you even know how they feel? C'mon baby do drugs with me You'll be your old square self in the morning The girls I meet are so boring There ain't none that want a good time Or sweet rhyme to lean on when they're numb They're all caught up in their worries I need a popped lid All id Sweet kid To lay with in the sun You smell like weed on the subway Cutie-pie foxtrot yankee bravo High school yearbook: Most likely to succeed You smell like weed on the subway And I wanna be your man! C'mon baby do drugs with me Or would you rather sleep alone? C'mon baby do drugs with me Because I need to take you home Right Now (crying) C'mon baby do drugs with me 'Cause I'm a whiskey shot Mop top Brain rot Professor of the sky C'mon baby do drugs with me And we'll just take off all our clothes And lay together Until we die And we'll be high We'll get by C'mon baby do drugs with me, please C'mon baby Do drugs With me I'm on my knees
5.
Hey Mister Storyteller won't you tell it to me… Anything, anything just please let me be… Something crass not too brash or a little boring.. (I think i saw it move around this morning) Got it right, its the night before recalling… Yet, you were on mind… were on my mind… were on my mind… Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey… Hey Mister Storyteller won't you sell it to me… I gotta send it but I couldn't even start to receive… Tried and true, black and blue, unpredictable too... (Invoked the feeling but all I ever got was you) With friends like that, what the fuck else is a boy to do? Yet, you were on mind… were on my mind… were on my mind… Yeah, you were on mind… were on my mind… were on my mind… Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey… Hey Pioneer on a frontier of dreams… They always wreck the top deck from the inside seams… I made it out, there's no doubt or alarming… (I think i saw it crawl out this morning) Got it right, its the night before reforming...
6.
04:51
Wake up with a prayer That she'll find completion And deliver that hair It started in the books That teach that how things feel Is tied to how things look Well there's nothing new, baby Inside that old enclave You better scratch it out the right direction Goin' West, maybe West, maybe Wanna go West, maybe West, maybe Carry me West, maybe West, baby We're goin' West, maybe West, maybe Oh take me So sick of my job Feel like the atlas to the psyches in the Brooklyn bars I was wearing my bluejeans When I saw her on the street I hoped that I look dark enough for her At birth we're all the same How come you turned on so different? Parents favored in their own tired way? It wasn't West, baby West, baby Wanna go West, maybe West, maybe Goin' West, maybe West, maybe Gotta Go West, maybe West, maybe I can't feel my feet I live this melody of Love and feel it's harmony on every street Well, I'm smokin' Blue Dream And it's a catalyst sativa Give me blacks and whites and notes to sing A howl into my echo And when I can't get off the floor I think you know which way I wanna go We're goin' West, maybe West, maybe Wanna go West, maybe West, maybe Goin' West, maybe West, maybe Goin' West, maybe West, maybe

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Recorded at 345 Eldert Street in Brooklyn by Brenden Beu (brendenbeu.com). Presented as a cassette tape featuring artwork by Troy Odell and a photograph by Michelle Ma.
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released February 14, 2013

guitar - voice - Scott Lechner
bass - voice - Troy Odell
drums - voice - E T

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