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The Beatnik, Chapter One: Trio of Torture

by Beatnik Scat

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Chris Came across this surfing bandcamp. Awesome find! Favorite track: Search for More Whiskey.
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1.
The Beatnik 02:15
Park bench in Denver, frigid cold night Been begging for change from those who pass me by They turn away, dirty homeless rat Talking to myself in a beatnik scat Wasn’t always like this Wouldn’t have it any other way Ten years in a suit and tie Didn’t wanna be a corporate slave Got a bad rep out on the streets They all know not to fuck with me Don’t mess around, don’t take no shit Don’t got a name, they call me the Beatnik No possessions, just my clothes Ain’t got a dime to my name Steal what I need, live carefree Cast aside by a bunch of fakes No problems to call my own Take it easy, take it slow Getting drunk, getting lit Classic fuck up, they call me the Beatnik I left that bullshit life behind Was looking for something that I couldn’t find I’m a crazy drunken lunatic Psychotic outcast, I’m the Beatnik
2.
Spent the night getting wasted drunk, too cold to sleep Riding on the shoe leather express Through the empty streets Hit the bottle til the last drop Got no time to waste Gotta make it to a liquor store Before it’s too late Count out my change, got less than a buck It’s been a slow day Need to find some cash and fast Get some dough to pay my way Heading downtown, pick some pockets Consider it charity Half the fun’s in the thrill of the hunt On the search for more whiskey Midnight downtown It was crowded as hell Wait outside the bars Where the rich fucks dwell Robbed a couple of yuppies Got a decent score Picked up a fifth and two packs of smokes Down at the liquor store Empty alley, laying low Light up a cigarette Sitting back, feeling good Keeping my palette wet
3.
Lead Pipe 02:06
Killed half a fifth I feel fucked up Minding my own business Got kicked in the gut This punk’s trying to take my booze Don’t start a war that you’re gonna lose Lead pipe within my reach Swing left to right and repeat You try and pick a fight You’re playing with your life Think you’re a gambling man I’ll kill you where you stand Gave him twenty blows to the head After ten he was already dead Missing teeth, face hacked up Corpse twitching in a pool of blood In all of this excitement Can’t believe I didn’t see Two cops walking down the alley Guns pointed right at me
4.
5-0 01:57
Blood on my hands, caught in the act No time to think, no time to react Adrenaline pumping through my veins Cops on my tail trying to put me away Chorus: 5-0 chasing me crosstown 5-0 come to take me down 5-0 got me under the gun 5-0 got me on the run Why explain? They won’t hear my side It wasn’t murder, it was justified Punk had it coming, tried to take what’s mine It’s self defense, ain’t no fucking crime Chorus I ain’t slowing down, I could run all night Gotta keep on moving til I’m outta sight Find a place to hide, don’t know where to go Cops are losing ground in a haze of snow
5.
Finally lost the cops in a strange part of town Now I’m having a hard time finding my way around Wandering aimlessly, I need to get some sleep I’ll skip town in the morning, get away from the heat Chorus: I need a spot to rest my head Seek shelter or freeze to death Look for a space unoccupied Ain’t going to jail, live free or die The blizzard’s getting worse, gotta pick up the pace Blinded by the snow, lost without a trace Sirens in the distance, they just won’t give up I’m running out of time, all I got’s bad luck Chorus My feet are numb, my knees are sore Then I found what I’ve been looking for Mental asylum, abandoned for years No better place to crash than here
6.
An abandoned compound For the criminally insane Climbed through a window The doors were locked and chained Light up a smoke Take a look around Feeling drained and weak Need to lay my body down The whole place was bombed out Floors littered with trash Exam rooms and padded cells Stepping over shards of glass Made my way to the upper floors Syringes stuck in the walls Wind blowing through the broken windows Whistling through the halls Five flights of stairs Got to the top floor Graffiti marking the walls Up and down the corridor Cold and exhausted I fell to my knees Before my head hit the floor I was already asleep
7.
Passed out on the floor A distant sound awakes me Cackling and laughter Giving me the creeps Trying to ignore it The noise just won’t stop I don’t think I’m alone But I doubt it’s the cops Chorus: Persistent laughter beckons me Drilling into my brain constantly Are the noises real? Is it all in my mind? Are they coming for me or just looking to hide? The laughter’s driving me mad I can’t fall back asleep Sudden break of silence Peaks my curiosity Crept into a room Locked the door behind me I can still hear the chuckle Who the fuck could it be? Chorus
8.
Now I'm Up! 01:20
Controlled by suspicion Patience wearing thin There’s someone in this building Gotta find out who it is Been in and out of slumber I’ve finally had enough I’ll make ‘em wish they’re dead I’m pissed and now I’m up! Moving down the stairs Chain smoking cigarettes Find these motherfuckers Show ‘em a fight they won’t forget Laughter’s getting louder I’m gonna shut ‘em up Unleash a fit of rage I’m pissed and now I’m up! Must be getting close Back on the ground floor It’s coming from the basement That was locked before They woke me up Now they’ll pay the price I’m heading downstairs Putting ‘em all on ice
9.
Lobotomized 02:38
Open door at the end of the hall Lit by fluorescent light Entered the room ready to kill Discovered an appalling sight Rage turns to shock Can’t believe my eyes A dozen captives tied to chairs Unwillingly lobotomized They all laugh uncontrollably Don’t have any choice Not one can speak a word No objection to voice Sporting hairless scalps Dotted line drawn around their heads Still alive on the outside Inside their souls are dead Chorus: No cry for help, a mindless laugh Sadistic work of a psychopath Impaled skull, zombified Twelve victims, lobotomized I.V.’s keeping them alive Dwell in pain, no way to survive Pull the plug, set ‘em free Put an end to their misery Chorus
10.
Continued to explore Got inside the morgue Opened up a drawer Unveiled a mutilated corpse Empty cavity Where the brain used to be Feel like I’m gonna be sick Who the fuck could’ve done this? Chorus: Morgue of brainless bodies Tops of the skulls removed Morgue of brainless bodies Stench of death fills the room Premeditated execution Surgical precision Should I run or keep on searching? Gotta make a decision Chorus There wasn’t just one corpse Found thirteen more Pale skin, missing eyes Deconstructed, no way to die I was about to leave A sudden noise distracts me Muffled scream I can’t ignore From behind the operating room door
11.
Followed the sound of a scream Into a chamber of butchery Lobotomized patient, still alive Brain dissection, slow demise Surgeon cuts off the skull Second cleans up all the blood There’s a third jerking off in the corner Getting off at the sight of the torture Faces obscured by masks Screams silenced with one last gasp Blood soaked scalpels and knives Dissect the brain one piece at a time Surgical desecration Psychotic stimulation Masters of merciless slaughter Murderous trio of torture Thinking like I’ve seen enough Time for me to interrupt Make these motherfuckers pay Yelled the only thing I could say What the fuck is wrong with you people?
12.
Gotta Run 01:24
Aw shit, now I gotta run Got the psycho’s attention Ran as fast as I could They’re all chasing after me Just like I knew they would Follow the path from which I came Head back to the start Get some distance, stay alive They won’t tear me apart Chorus: Gotta run, didn’t think this through Three against one, I’m kinda screwed Even the odds, find a way Three surgeons I gotta slay Made it out of the basement Trying to find my way Should I try and get out Or make a stand if I stay? Three sadistic surgeons Want what’s in my head I won’t go down like a bitch I’ll fucking kill ‘em dead Chorus
13.
One by One 01:58
Went to the second floor Found a two by four The seekers, overheard Dividing up their search Their fucking super pissed I killed their captives They wanna feel my wrath? I’ll show ‘em a blood bath Burning rage inside The dark is where I hide Patiently, I wait For one to show there face Beat ‘em to a pulp Rearrange their skull They don’t realize They’re all gonna die Chorus: For what they made me see I’ll kill ‘em just for fun Stalk them in the shadows Hunt ‘em down one by one Chorus
14.
Hunted became the hunter Hiding in a padded cell Strike when the time is right Send ‘em straight to hell Surgeon entered the room Just across the hall Knocked him out with a two by four One swing to the jaw Freshly sharpened scalpel Slit his jugular vein Eyes opened, clenched his throat Over the wall, the blood was sprayed Took a piss on the corpse Showed no vital signs Left a threat written in blood You won’t get out alive! You won’t get out alive Come and get me, it’s time to die
15.
Another surgeon came from the stairs Found his lifeless colleauge Got the message, head to the exit Left behind the body Opposing figure stopped him in his tracks Shadowy silhouette Holding a scalpel and a two by four Amber glowing from my cigarette He started moving towards me I turned around and ran Hey motherfucker, come join the party Catch me if you can Head to the roof, hot on my tail Take him on outside Freezing cold, covered in snow Say your last goodbye Chorus: Broke his legs with a two by four Sliced out both his eyeballs Threw the body off the edge of the roof Screaming down a six story fall Blind and disabled He never saw it coming Add another to my body count The only thing I fear is nothing Chorus
16.
One target left Hunting back inside Came across the surgeon Running for his life Finish what you started Your homicidal game Why you giving up? Don’t you wanna play? Out of the asylum Slowly gaining ground Chased him to his car Knocked the fucker out Threw him in the trunk Made a getaway The slaughter isn’t over Don’t you wanna play?
17.
Drove down to the rail yard Busted through the gate Sun rising over the mountain Do some killing to start my day Pulled the surgeon out of the trunk Tied him to the track Death’s coming on a westbound train Decapitate this maniac Chorus: Tightly bound, can’t break free My own brand of surgery Wait for death, filled with dread Next train through here will take his head Begging for his life Nothing can change my mind Train approaching fast Now your turn to die The train severed his head Spilled his blood on the ground Body parts scattered down the line Ripped apart without a sound Chorus
18.
Ride the rails to freedom Heading west What I just been through Don’t think I’ll ever forget Sadistic mutilation Torture, butchery Psychotic homicide Like I’ve never seen Chorus: Relax my mind Finally nothing to find I’m sick of running Leaving Denver behind Taking a ride To where my freedom lays Westward through the mountains Away from the sunrise Been a hell of a night Feel completely drained Screams of pain and torment Echo through my brain Faces of the dead Will forever haunt my dreams Burn one last cigarette Try to get some sleep Chorus I think I did the right thing No remorse for the dead I got a couple of screws loose But not like them Chorus

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released February 5, 2021

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Beatnik Scat Detroit, Michigan

Detroit crossover thrashers who play too many notes. No rules. No limitations.

J. Fay - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Programming

D. Pruente - Guitars

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