LIZZY BORDEN BED AND BREAKFAST "Lizzy Borden took an axe,gave her mother 40 whacks,when she saw what she had done,gave her father 41.OJ Simpson took a knife,they say he killed his trophy wife,comemorate with silver plates,so we remember murder dates.Will the truth be shown at last,perhaps my reach exceeds my grasp,groping for the zeitgeist,iconoclastic deification." DICTATORSHIP OF THE PROLETARIAT "A rising tide,raises all boats,a shining path grants false hopes,revolution of rising expectations,voices forming weapons,I'm giving up,giving up the ghost.Force is the midwife of progress,workers of the world, unite,nothing to lose, except your chains,does this merit a reexamination,of our assumptions." FOG MUSEUM "Winter trees disrobe their leaves,it turns cold we put on clothes,we take them off as it gets hot,seasons change veracity does not,Pianos falling from the sky,look out or your going to die,voices hanging in the air,turn around and no one's there." MUNCHAUSEN SYNDROME BY PROXY"Make your offspring sick so people feel bad for you,so they will shower you with good intention,a grisly deed beyond all comprehension,seek attention for the deficit in character.When you kill your own kin just for inspiration,drown your kids in the tub one after the other,no child left behind no sister or brother,ride a crescendo of denunciation." MOURNING BECOMES ELECTRIC"Soundtrack to a suicide,caught in a maze of symbolic actions,life as an error of omission,tumult in the maelstrom,synergy of turbulence,march is wasted 14 days.Bodies of suicides at the last judgment,shall be burnt and torn assunder,we're beyond the pale,of the misery index,everything gives you cancer,everything makes me cry."NEW BEDFORD BOOK OF THE DEAD"If life is suffering,fresh salt for an old wound,an axial age.Pride goeth before a fall,progress and its discontents,cognitive dissonance.Dependent origination,impermanence of form,entwined-dying on the vine.Recrudescence-a nefarious debacle,a nadir of obfuscation.First among equals,dying city by the sea,New Bedford book of the dead."WHORIN' FOR JESUS"(Down on your knees,pray to the lord)Weld square hooker waits,like a vulture perched,she takes part of her bread,and gives it to the church,makin' her money,in the pouring rain,as her thought explode,with the burning pain.Smokin' her pipe,now its spent,just keep on suckin',to pay the rent,she gets slapped around,when she buys her smack,she has bruises on her body,and a knife in her back."PISSING ON A DROWNING MAN"Put the flowers in the trash,she's never coming back,you can't rape the willing,can't raise the dead,sapient to ride shotgun,or you can duck your head,we do a crooked line,to get to the straight dope.Cutting off a finger to save a hand (pissing on a drowning man) curing the ailment by killing the patient (pissing on a drowning man) with your head in the sand and my life in your hands )pissing on a drowning man. Oh,how the fallen have fallen,Death I hear you callin',I'm gasping for breath and speaking in tongues,the liquid is salty and filling my lungs,as my head sinks below the waves,to an early watery grave,ghosts scream on the radio,come on watch me die!"BRUCE PERRY'S FUNERAL "My name's Bruce Perry,I've been dead a few years,listen to my story,it may move you to beers,I was upset,you know that I was abused,just a teenager,I was so confused,spare the child and you spoil the rod,my arms too short to fuck with god,its my funeral,now your watching me,don't worry dad,the death shall set you free.My name's Bruce Perry,I went to Voke with a gun,almost graduation,but I was all done,Jim Reddy tried to stop me,I said forget it,thought that he knew me,he just didn't get it,the bullet is flying,the question is posed,the target is answered,my casket is closed,its my funeral,my moment of glory,that is my grave,and this is my story." LET'S GET STABBED PART 2"Danny Hays-lived in a shed,slept with dirty laundry-under his head,Joey backed over his stuff one night,you ran over my life!Danny Hays-taught himself to drive,when his grandparents-were still alive,11 years old-took them to Shaws,drinking and driving and breaking laws.Danny Hays-was stabbed in the chest,Bobby pulled the blade-out of his breast,an inch from death-or so he said,teenage pool hopping nearly made him dead!Danny Hays- was a neighborhood joke,drunk like a fish-on a mountain of coke,have a keg party-with grandma home,come on now let's smoke some bones!Danny Hays-liked to start fights,passed out in a gutter-on cold winter nights,knock down signs-and whip fruit at trucks,he was just crazy didn't give a fuck!Danny Hays-has since moved away,haven't seen him now-forever and a day,he's born again-married and a dad,but at least he's alive and for that I'm glad."LET'S GET STABBED"Let's get stabbed,its the better part of valor,war without the glamor,who shall bear false witness,to the dustbin of history,we are like debris,from a planet that never formed,Oh,the inevitability of fate!"CUT THE BABY IN HALF"Two prostitutes pled their case,at the feet of the lord of the land,which one was lying to his face,it was hard to understand,both birthed boys in a brothel,first mother said she's got mine instead,she snuffed my love by accident awful,I woke with her dead baby in my bed.(KIng Soloman decreed-one half for each-you do the math-cut the baby in half)A soldiers' sword was poised to strike,until the first mother cried,do unto me as you like,but do not harm the child,the second mother blew it,as the man resheathed his blade,she screamed kill it do it,but the baby had been saved.IRISH WAKE"(We commit this body to the earth paying homage to the emperor worm;let the feast begin)When the dirt is fresh and my coffin new,your looking down on me going down on you,when the dirt is fresh and my coffin new,the parents eat the grapes children get the sour taste,cloaked in darkness and draped in sorrow,bathed in a cold light death wraps its clammy arms around you like a blanky,the center doesn't always hold and not everything that rises must converge.Dress in black and wear a tie,look real nice when somebody dies,granpa played piano & he loved to paint, a world class badass everything I aint,he had 8 sons he had 2 wives,its a bastard world with mixed up lies, my kin can't deal coping with pain,numb with alcohol burning in my brain,they got real drunk they started to fight,knocked over the coffin & I know it aint right,but its an Irish Wake,is this my fate,at an Irish Wake,an Irish Wake.DIRTY FRANK'S"Its 4a.m. the bars are closed,tell me who you gonna blow,I see too straight to take you home,I don't want to be alone,my nerves too shot to drink and drive,I'm not in love I'm not alive,this life is more than I can handle,I've been aesthetically dismantled.(Let's go down to Dirty Frank's,let's go buy a fucking case,let's go down to Dirty Frank's,punch a fucker in the face.)Is it wrong is it right,You'll do on a drunken night,I don't even know your name,and I'm afraid to ask your age,way too young to sing the blues,kill the pain with sex and booze,one more binge a one night stand,does this make me a real man?"SELF PORTRAIT WITH ONIONS"I found God on a subway train,takin' the 'T" to avoid the rain,junkie Jesus lookin' for a fix,scoring dope and sucking dicks,I found God in a paper cup,smelled like piss but I drank it up,taste was strong yet bittersweet,for what we but rotting meat?(Onion juice makes me feel happy,onion juice makes me feel high,onion juice makes me feel happy,onion juice will make me die.)And when the hemlock begins to bloom,it fills the room and spells your doom,I see you writhing on the wall,like an angel after the fall,when the godhead blinks its eyes,some are born and someone dies,tell me why are we here,to work all week and drink some beer?DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS"Down to the sea to the sea in ships,hunting elephants of the ocean,down to the sea to the sea in ships,we light the world,down to the sea to the sea in ships,heating up the tryworks,down to the sea to the sea in ships,perhaps never to return.Many a ship left her bones to bleach,on some distant shore,turn their prows homeward bound,around the dilemma's horn,a dead whale or a stove boat,I'll take a deadwhale!let's leave bad ghosts behind,its time to set sail.Down to the sea to the sea in ships,here be monsters in a heap,down to the sea to the sea in ships,colossi of the deep,down to the sea to the sea in ships, widows walk in their peaks,down to the sea to the sea in ships,for fortune which we seek."KILL YOURSELF"I feel so sad and I feel all alone,and the darkness engulfs me and fear floods my home.Told my old girlfriend that I'd kill myself,well she just looked at me and said go ahead.You don't belong here your better off dead,put an end to your misery please place a gun to your head.She said she"d love me 'til the end of time,time isn't running out its only mine.Dyslexic existentialists refute redemption thumbing running noses at the sacred and profane,Bloodshot eyes see a world naked upside down from a cross,racing a dream hell's angels brush back broken wings which will not rise phoenix like,temptation take me home,I can no longer distinguish between wrong and right,but I know day begets night and the death of the light can extinguish my life,so shoot me out of a cannon and tell me that you love me,beyond death I'll live within these walls,when I slept with her we dreamt we were God,but when I awoke the bliss was over and the nightmare begun,she was the devil and she told me to kill myself,kill yourself,kill yourself ,kill yourself."CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS"Geoffrey,put that down!You don't know where its been,don't destroy what God created,its a mortal sin,go wash your hands,and this time use some soap,I'm out of my tree,and at the end of my rope."BURIAL AT SEA"(My ship is coming in at last,but its two feet long and made of glass,and the sea is full of sticks and stones,flotsam and jetsam and sailors bones,beware the devil and the deep blue dread,when the song of the sea gives up its dead,I'm sucked beneath an oppressive tide,that burns me up and drowns me inside.)(Your steaming out of port,to a love that you may never see again.)One day at sea and I'm losing my mind,looking for land but there ain't none to find.Two days at sea and I'm stuck on a raft,Poseidon is angry I'm caught in his trap.Three days at sea with no food or drink,I want to go home I'm sunburnt I stink.Four days at sea and I'm stuck on a hurdle,the sharks can smell blood and they're starting to circle.Five days at sea adrift and alone,I wanna get laid I need to get stoned.(Five days at sea and I miss my mate,fishing for food but now I am the bait.)Six days at sea my ship it has sunk,I'm going to die and I'm not even drunk.SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF"Rivers running backwards,winds robbed of breath,sun stopped in its tracks,the devil's cheating death,while tears they flow,and the dreams they die,as the parents drink,and their kids get high,I walk alone,while the city sleeps,with broken heart,through empty streets.Playing Russian roulette ain't very fun,when some false god,is loading the gun,pregnant thoughts,of suicide,are giving birth,to my demise,I stumble along,while the city bleats,with broken teeth,through endless streets.They say that life,is a drinking game,play "til you can't,remember your name,I feel a chill,and a nasty cough,I have to get home,and sleep this one off,I crawl alone,while the city bleeds,with broken dreams,through drunken streets."
About me: BAYLIES BAND ;Eric Baylies:bass,moog,theremin,voice.Ethan Weiss;synthsCreed Dew;synths,Paul Sousa;keys,Mike Hefferbnan,keys,James Picard;drums,Jeff Gobush,fill in tour keys.We play mostly noisy,acid,and prog rock Our new cd on 75 or Less records "Risibility and Discourse" produced by Keith Souza at Machines with Magnets (he did the new Battles cd ex Jesus Lizard and Helmet members is out now. )We appear on the 75 Or Less Recs Compilations "Rock Out With Your Tail Out" in 2006,from Providence,RI , the "one Less Than 74 " comp in 2007, and the no qualms" comp in 2008.We have also been on 2 comps from the Boston label Fan Attics,"Runt Of The Litter" and "More Than You Can Chew",a comp from the Hard Knocks label in Madison,Wi.,the Transient Authority" best of New Bedford 2009 comp,and a comp from Little Mikey's Noise Factory in Cleveland,Oh . Baylies Band did a split noise project on Isle Of Man recs from South Carolina in 2007.We also had a song in the film "My Drug Dealer" from North Carolina in 1998. One of our songs appears in the 2008 film "Maybe Tomorrow" made in Indiana. Baylies Band have played shows with Lightning Bolt,Arab On Radar,6 Finger Satellite,Ultra Bide,Season To Risk,Mahi Mahi,Landed,Neptune,Dynamite Club,Ex Models and for some reason Staind and Godsmack .2/3 of our early recording lineup did a full length cd on Load Records as A Stoveboat.Eric also plays in Philly based Temple Of Bon Matin (Bulb,Spirit of Orr,Stiltbreeze) who have toured Europe,Asia and about 40 states, playing shows with Boredoms,USA Is A Monster,Andrew WK,Gang Gang Dance,Thurston Moore,Psychic TV,Get Hustle,Trad Gras Och Stenar,The Locusts and Volcano The Bear.Temple Of Bon Matin also includes Jay Reeve (Drugstore),Vinny Paternostro ( who has played sax with Violent Femmes and Radon). ERic also plays in BAD MOTHERFUCKER with Joe THe Animal C (drummer for KRS-1 and year of the cow ) and Dr. Greenbaum.Withthe defunct Club Math Eric has played shows with Lungfish,Metallux,Fat Worm Of Error,Can't,Tiny Hawks,Awesome Color,Dynasty,16 Bitch Pileup,and Sword Heaven.A long,long time ago Eric played in Blind Rhino,who toured with Nuclear Assault and Blue Oyster Cult, and did shows with Swans,Killing Joke,Warrior Soul,Bad Religion,Mudhoney,Soul Asylum,Butthole Surfers,Bunny Brains,and Savage Republic. Eric writes a music column for the Fairhaven Navigator and writes articles for the Boston Noise. Eric's book "The Drought" should be out late2009. Baylies Band can be reached at Baylies_band@yahoo.com.
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