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On The Road By The Sea

by Here Be Monsters

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1.
Existence 03:48
2.
The Beast 03:13
With my own eyes, I saw it creeping. Crept up from shadows in the ground/ So small in size, but growing with each new life that it put out/ Oh, with teeth and claws like razors, it bids you sleep forever, takes you up to heaven or down into the depths/ Slowly, it will drag you, kill and disembowel you, it will show you how to make earth into hell/ Because war breeds war, yes it goes on and on. Give your life and then it’s gone/ With my own eyes, I saw it moving. Ominous, it lumbers through the towns/ What brings up governments and economies ironically bring us all down/ Oh, the charges they are dropping, the gears they are all turning, slowly we are learning that we can’t stop it now/ Oh, machines of war, so great no one could see that war has now become our biggest industry/ Because war breeds war, yes it goes on and on. Give your life and then it’s gone/ With my own eyes, With my own eyes I saw it plotting. Manipulate the hearts of men/ The violence broke out in a second and left so many millions dead/ Oh, the sand and the cement laid a dying mans lament was to fight and die for lies, oh to fight and die in vain/ The blind, they sing their song as the blonde follow along and the world runs red with bombs/ And as it sat amongst the wreckage, stomach engorged from flesh and bone/ With my own eyes, I saw it birthing it’s children. The cycle now continues.
3.
Well, Thoreau didn’t live in isolation – Walden was just a mile from town. He’d go and drink at the bar near every day/ And Marie Antionette, no she never said “Let them eat cake”- That was put on her long after her execution day/ Well John Wayne was a nazi and John Lennon beat the shit out of his wife on a daily basis/ Oh, and by the way, Thomas Jefferson was a racist/ And it not might have been all, but the Spartans were gay despite what that bullshitter Frank Miller says. He’s about as credible as the comic sans his stupid books are written in/ And Christopher Columbus was a mad dog without a leash, how that genocidal prick gets a day every year is beyond me/ Jesus was middle eastern and Disney wasn’t frozen in a cryogenic casement/ Oh, and by the way Thomas Jefferson was a racist/ Well Rene Descartes never said “I think, therefore I am” and Edison liked to pretend but his inventions were made by someone else’s hands/ And the Civil War was fought over slavery, although in fairness Lincoln didn’t really care, At least not as much as Daniel Day-Lewis would say/ And allow me to retort, Napoleon wasn’t short and Nero wasn’t in Rome when it burned down and he never had a fiddle he could play/ When you study history, prepare to get lost in an endless sea of faces.
4.
So, you say you’re a nice guy but you don’t seem all that nice When you go around manipulating women just because you think it’s fun/ I hope you realize at some point in your neckbeard life that If you think friendship is second prize you don’t deserve to place at all/ Yeah, the statue of Liberty is a woman (yeah, a symbol of freedom) Cause historically men have felt a God-given right to both/ So rule #1 – Fuck you. And rule #2 – Fuck you, too/ And rule #3, this one’s plain as can be – no one owes you love for existing/ If you complain about the friendzone, then you don’t deserve friends to call your own/ If you do nice things for gain, then they’re not nice things at all/ And you’ve formed into a pack of spoiled fucking brats That attack anything that you cannot control/ And the statue of freedom is a women (yeah, a symbol of freedom) Cause historically men have felt a God-given right to both/ Yeah, I’m sick of being talked down to by guys who think their presence is a blessing on everyone/ Go get fucked – sincerely, every woman on the earth/ So sick of people just assuming I dress myself up just to please you/ I don’t wake up in the morning just to impress your greasy ass/ I wear heels bigger than your dick so don’t you dare tell me how to dress.
5.
Fermagi 03:53
I haven’t even seen your grave yet, but it’s still got me thinking – A stark reminder of where I’ve been and what is coming on And all these things I should have done And as I walk these footpaths, I don't know if you're with me But I've still got these happy memories of everything we've done And that's enough for me I hope I see you on the other side (but I’m not going yet)/ To all my sisters and my brothers (I will try not to forget)/ I’m holding on to all my wonder I (it’s the last thing that you left)/ We’re not going home tonight/ I don’t remember too much, but I remember how you laughed/ The echoes bouncing through the halls that I heard every Christmas passed Through lenses of stained glass/ I smoked your cigarettes once and I never told a soul/ And looking back I’m pretty sure you lied and said the pack was full – So thanks from me at 10 years old/ Oh, I wish I had more to say, but our time it was so brief/ So may roses grow where you now sleep/
6.
Well, the sun went down and my mind became alive, Alive with perceptions and questions that my heart felt the need to prescribe/ Are you happy with your life? Do you think you’ve been worth your time? Are you doing enough? Are you doing too much? And where do you draw the line?/ At this point, six hours have passed and all I want to do is rest Cause it’s three thirty in the morning and my head feels a fucking mess/ A mess I can’t quite seem to clean up/ A mess that permeates everything I am/ Well my eyes shot open and through the gunpowder I could see That the knowledge of never knowing was comforting ironically/ I could never know a thing and I can’t prove either way/ All I’ve got is my gut, my heart, my head and my soul, My actions and the words I say/ Is this music just a phase that I am in? Am I making any real accomplishments?/ Is this therapy or is this redemption? Or is this just one of many drunken shouts into the wind?
7.
Do you remember all those nights you spend alone, Tracing all your failrures through the stars up in the sky? Well, so do I./ Fingers locked and loaded, our backs against the world. Arm in arm we’re going down, but at least we’re going down together/ I think this could be the start of something, but even if it’s nothing At least it’s yours and mine/ Come pain, come rain, come hurricane or a freight train off it’s tracks/ We’ll look back and laugh on this, despite the scars and bruises we’ve gathered/ I think this could be the start of something but even if it’s nothing Well fuck, at least we tried/ I’ll be your Jekkyl if you be my Clyde, I’ll be your Bonnie if you be my Hyde, and if we can say we’re alive, who gives a shit if we did or did not survive? But this time, my friend, this time, I will remember.
8.
Well, I walked down the hill to the field where the grass grew tall/ I looked with my eyes out into the night sky with wonder as it filled with stars/ I didn’t know what to think, I didn’t know what to say/ Cause words they can fail and thoughts can be frail and shatter like brittle porcelain/ It’s a shame – oh, the lengths we go to to lie to ourselves/ I used to play nylon strings but lately steel just feels right to me Cause if I’m already suffering for what I believe, then my fingers might as well bleed/ You say your mean because the world is shitty, you must prepare people to get through/ But the fact is the world’s only shitty because it’s filled with people like you/ Down the street from where I’m living, there’s a dog that’s been left by the street/ And every day when I walk to work, he tucks his tail between his legs and retreats/ And every day I say I’m gonna do it, I’ll save my dog and I’ll save my soul/ Yeah, every day I say I’m gonna do it, and every day I don’t
9.
Well, when you sleep, what do you see? Are you’re dreams a mechanism for relesase?/ Well, we all know there’s only one real way this thing can go And it’s not attractive but it’ll have to do/ When every fiber of this carpet is staring into space And it’s soaking up whatever’s left of you/ Watch it fall and rise again, Oh, this sweeping cascade to the fluid life you live/ Well I need a doctor or at the very least a hand to hold So I can ditch these medications I self-prescribed/ Because these breaths are oh so labored, but long since overdue So I’ll breathe these breaths and breathe again anew/ I’ll be the last one standing in the battle with myself/ In three years time, will you believe In every single criticism you’ve received?/ Did you not notice the new horizon coming ‘round again And it is lighting up the fences you must mend/ It sure as fuck will not be easy but what worth having is? Well, one way or another I know this – I’ll be the last one standing in the battle with myself./ We'll be the last one's standing in the battle with ourselves
10.
If & When 05:40
This might be the most unpunk song I’ve wrote And that works for me/ Cause I am tired of singing about politics and drinking – I’m still gonna, but give me a minute to breathe/ So up we go on this elevator, crashing through each floor as we pass/ And if and when we ever make it to the top, my friend, well then we can look on this rubble and laugh – I hope I learn to love more than I’m capable of And I hope this song is just the beginning/ the beginning of the end/ We’re so obsessed with thoughts, but an idea is just an idea – We make them up all the time/ And I’m doing everything I can, but I’d rather suffer on my own Than have to use you to survive/ So up we go on these tracks like a freight train, crashing through each floor as we pass/ And if and when we ever make to the end, my friend, well then we can look on this rubble and laugh/ I hope I learn to love more than I’m capable of And I hope this song is just the beginning/ Cause life is like a marathon that everyone is running on And everyone will cross the finish line/ And you can bet as long as I’ve got breath inside my lungs, I’m gonna run like there’s participation prizes/ Cause it’s easier to fight with the closed hand, but it only makes the cycle start again/ And if you aren’t fighting hate with love, you’re victory won’t be worth a damn/ Well, I’ve had to take a dive into my own mind Because people leave me depressed/ And I didn’t like the things I’d find - all these contradictions That I can’t address/ Still I chose to live within the abstract Cause contradictions cannot cut my flesh/ And really that’s the whole fucking problem and the reason why people scare me to death/ Stil, I hope I learn to love more than I’m capable of and I hope this song is just the beginning.

about

This album is the long-overdue culmination of more than 5 years of song-writing compiled into a single collection of tunes. I talk about social issues like war and feminism, self-hatred and the development necessary to move past it, and the power of friendship and family for when you need to.

There are so many people to thank for this album - first to Zena Mohamad and Kyle Sandhage for working with me to produce two of my favorite tracks. Second, to Emily Grace (Dog Years) for being an ever-present ear when I needed a soundboard or just someone to talk to. To all of the amazing people that donated their voices for the final track, If & When - Josh Acid (Corporate Slaves), Flynn Germain (Will Wonders Never Cease), Dallas (The "I" in Irony) - thank you. You've helped to create something that means a lot to me, and THAT means a lot to me, as well.

I also want to thank Christine Zito from Scum Shine Art for providing the absolutely beautiful cover art for this piece, which I'm still in love with. I also want to thank all the great Athens musicians that have allowed me to share the stage with them for shows in houses and bars over the last three years. It should go without saying, but I also want to thank my friends and family for their continued support, as well. I love you all and thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Finally, absolutely none of this would be possible without the constant support I get from my girlfriend, Leslie. She is responsible for making this record happen in more ways than one, and you owe her a great deal of thanks if you like this album because it well may not have happened if not for her. I love you and you mean more to me than I will ever be able to say.

So that's it - I hope you enjoy what I'm giving you here today. It's been a ton of work and not all of it fun, but it means the world to me that you are listening. Thanks so much and enjoy!

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released April 25, 2018

"A Song For Every Dickhead on Tindr" co-written by Zena Mohamad of Squid Fishing

"Do You Remember?" co-written by Sloane Lewis

All other songs written, arranged, performed, and engineered by Taylor Lanham

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Here Be Monsters Athens, Georgia

Here Be Monsters is an independent folk-punk project currently based out of Georgia consisting of one member. It delivers lo- fi, emotive music through full band recordings and looper-based performances.


Digital downloads are free, but I'm still charging for CDs and merch. Donations are welcome! Thanks, y'all!
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