1. |
Hush, Money
02:19
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(Scheuer, Marchant)
Slicked back hair
Camel hair jacket
Six bucks an hour
Six bucks an hour
Silver Bullet Band
Drive, drive, drive the big city
Smoke, smoke, smoke if you got 'em
Tell me now, hey Bob where we're goin'?
Just shut yr mouth and keep rollin'
Slicked back hair
Camel hair jacket
Six bucks an hour
Six bucks an hour
Silver Bullet Band
Drive, drive, drive the big city
Smoke, smoke, smoke if you got 'em
Tell me now, hey Bob where we're goin'?
Just shut yr mouth and keep rollin'
The thrill you get from this scares me
The thrill you get from this scares me
The thrill you get from this scares me
You messed up my shoes
I should've went with the black metal tour bus
I should've went with the black metal tour bus
I should've went with the black metal tour bus
They wouldn't mess with my shoes
I didn't even need this job
Slicked back hair
Silver bullet
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2. |
Lotto
02:50
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(Marchant)
"Well, I woke up" is a dumb place to start
You'll be bored to tears
God speed to such a bless'd and disorganized dart
Hack up your halcyon years
Your halcyon years
Stuck between the bed and the wall for three hours
Serendipitous simp
Promised a pretty penny
Well, what do you want? Equity?
A merciful walk with a limp?
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
It's I-dyl-lic
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
It's I-dyl-lic
Cut the coupon
Lick the stamp
Sick decisions, scissored senseless
Off on tangents and taste
Quick decision
Can you make one?
Correct ones will direct ones
To a third party debate
Tickled pink by the most
Vividly grey thing
What luck, you golden gink!
A favorable fluke
Befitting of you
It's full-on fortunate
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
It's I-dyl-lic
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
I keep checking the big check
It's I-dyl-lic
I'm still waiting to be hit by that car
I'm still waiting for that big check
It's idyllic
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3. |
Cohesion II
01:59
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(Scheuer)
Before the start!
A united whole
Well that’s commitment!
To the task
Ah, ah jeez
Help us please
At the end
Don’t give up hope
I've got a little bit of…
Mercury!
Mercury!
Mercury!
In a glass flask
I got third degree
I got third degree
I got third degree
Burns on my brain
I’m here to inquire
About your spoons
Yeah, you’ve arrived
Sooner than we’ve expected
Yeah, you’ve arrived
Sooner than we could be making plans
To provide enough...
Mercury!
Mercury!
Mercury!
In a glass flask
I got third degree
I got third degree
I got third degree
Burns on my brain
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4. |
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(Marchant)
Ski mask
Tap the glass
I fancy myself
A knife and fork man
Labels out
For bad mouths
Meal-taking from a box
Straight gout
Perfect fucking cap toss
Cranking up the Rick Ross
A proper manly example
End your life and your channel
Have you heard about the void?
Look into it
Have you heard about the void?
Look into it
He'll snuff your light out like a candle
Let a man sleep
Have you heard about the void?
Look into it
Let a man sleep
Let a man sleep
Shoot the mouth off
Let a man sleep
Billy Dee is smiling down on me
Let a man sleep
Let a man sleep
Turn the camera off
Let a man sleep
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5. |
Young + Eerie
02:45
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(Scheuer)
Will the planet explode?
And in thousands of years
Give off a glow?
A culmination of fears
An eight dollar fare
Tell the kids don’t be scared
It’s just a walk on
It's a walk on
It's a walk on the shore
They’ve all been there
They've been there
They've been there before
Red and blue lights
Visions at night
Space-suited dreams
They’re not all what they seem
What they seem
What they seem now
Laser beam eyes
A sky full of holes
Can you discern all
Discern all
Discern all the lies?
The state is taking
It's taking
It's taking its toll
It's taking its toll
It's taking its toll
It's taking its toll
It's taking its toll
It's taking its toll
It's taking its toll
It's taking its toll
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6. |
Coif/Cool
02:00
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(Scheuer)
All y'all
Are weirdin’ me out
All y'all
Are weirdin’ me out
Feel like it’s a bit much
To stress about
Fall down like you mean it
Fall down like you mean it
Calm down, kid
Pick a spot and stick with it
Ease your taxed brain
Have a shot, don’t dick it up
This all means less than much
This all means less than much
That or the jerks win
That or the jerks win
Are we where we were meant to be?
Meant to be
Meant to be
Meant to be
Click yes if you think that some cloud will come down
Click no when you know that we just become ground
Go right to the spot where you’ll feel the most safe
Click yes if you think that some cloud will come down
Click no when you know that we just become ground
Go right to the spot where you’ll feel the most safe
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7. |
Speedy Moves
01:54
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(Marchant)
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
U got speedy moves
Moving at a good clip
Up there with the hot shit
Handing out the grawlixes
Only deal in briffits
People as my witness
Go about your business
Speedy moves
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8. |
Payment or Pavement
02:25
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(Hanke)
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The coast is clear
We sin by silence
Cut all our losses
We sin by silence
Veiled threats to light up
To light up the jets
A blank check for security
Disassembled and shelved
It's all on our watch
It's all on our watch
Veiled threats to light up
To light up the jets
A blank check for security
Disassembled and shelved
It's all on our watch
Consigned to unspoken history
Compartmentalized
Shot the leading lights out
Shot the leading lights out
From inception to infinity
From conception to eternity
So pay up
So pay up
So pay up
So pay up
So pay up
So pay up
So pay up
So pay up
We sin by silence
Cut all our losses
We sin by silence
Veiled threats to light up
To light up the jets
A blank check for security
Disassembled and shelved
It's all on our watch
It's all on our watch
Veiled threats to light up
To light up the jets
A blank check for security
Disassembled and shelved
It's all on our watch
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9. |
Folds
02:14
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(Scheuer, Marchant)
Is the darkness fading to light?
I’ve got a feeling it's not
I’ve got a creeping sensation
It'll be over soon
But we’ll have to give up a lot
With ears like these
How can they take you seriously?
You, seriously
With ears like these
How will they keep you out of their club?
Out of their club
How many minutes will it take ‘til they break
And accept that you’re fancy?
How many cats can we fit into this car?
We’re going to build a dynasty
With ears like these
How could they keep you out of their club?
You're out of their club
With ears like these
When will they take you seriously?
Seriously
Is the darkness fading to light?
I’ve got a feeling it's not
But I’ve got a creeping sensation
It'll be over soon
We’ll have to give up a lot
We’ll have to give up a lot
Lilac-coating and genes for folding
A Scot raised in the city
I mutate perfect padding
What I found in my matting
Constant scrutiny
But I got wax build-up!
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10. |
Stomp/Clap on Yr Grave
04:29
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(Marchant, Scheuer)
A building gets a history
I need confrontation
A building gets a history
I need confrontation
A building gets a history
A true rivet head
A building gets a history
Now that's the spirit!
Clock your clock off
Clock your clock off
No platforms
No chokers
No goggles
No gauntlets
Clock your clock off
Creepers to the max
We'll be taking blood baths
With pollyanna polymaths
Drown it out with hand claps
Clock your clock off
Clock your clock off
Wait
No
Hey
Ho
Clock your clock off
Take out the stethoscope
Touch it to the ground
Pick out the right boots
The sickest stomping sound
Hold hold hold hold hold hold hold hold...
We value your…
To stomp once is often
To clap twice is endless
Hold tight to true-ass things
Hold tight to true-ass things
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11. |
Session Man
02:27
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(Scheuer)
Don't get too inquisitive
He's getting started right now
Whenever you guys are ready
We can begin the process process
If I were you
If I were you
If I were you
That's a picture
That's a frame-job
That's just a portrait of a man in perfect health!
Just don't get too inquisitive
He's getting started already
He only entertains serious offers
It's a wonder how he's managed to survive this long
But we know
We know
We know
His secret
It's in the supplements
It's in the things he eats
Just don't get too inquisitive
He's getting hungry already
Don't get too inquisitive
Too inquisitive
Too inquisitive
It could have come from anyone
It could have come from anyone
It's all in the presentation
It's all in the presentation
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12. |
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(Scheuer)
Just who in the hell is responsible around here?
Around here
Talking back to yr peers
Can only get you so far
But winning this bout of anger
Might leave a few scars
I've been feeling lately like keeping my mouth shut
But I hear youths have been gathering
I hear they've been exchanging cameras
And bottling looks
It seems they're just here for the hooks
It seems they're just here
It seems they're just here
For the hooks
For the hooks
For the hooks
For the hooks
For the hooks
For the hooks
For the hooks
May I conclude
I'm a little myself
Just who in the hell
Is responsible
Around here?
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VILE BEES Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Kyle Scheuer - Vocals, Bass
Michael Marchant - Guitar,
Vocals
Dan Hanke - Drums
VILE BEES writes tightly wound punk numbers swallowed by drippy fuzz and mental decay. Existentially dreadful, melodic, perfectly ramshackle whirlwind.
Former and current members of LLTTTD, IfIHadAHiFi, Studies, etc.
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