Well, the bible said no blending thread
And if you eat fish, you’re as good as dead
So while you’re reading from the good old book
Just remember where you’re headed when you croak
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
To the end that’s waiting when we leave this town
Now you can preach about blood and sin
But you’ll learn the truth, when you’re clocking in
The dick I crave may hurt my soul
But you won’t be laughing in your hidden hole
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
To the end that’s waiting when we leave this town
So come on down, to the deep dark well
There’s a cage for you, there’s a little cell
Beelzebub’ll take your coat
While Belial smiles a the devil’s jokes
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
To the end that’s waiting when we leave this town
So laugh and laugh at the faults of man
With the chains that drag at your feet and hands
With the bass line punch, and the sulfur smell
It’s a big old party in the pits of hell
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
Down, down, down (we head, we head)
To the end that’s waiting when we leave this town
The lead singer of punk band Camp Cope ventures into romantic synth-pop territory, tempering slick arrangements with bare sentiment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2020
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024