Espresso / No. 26
Ghostly goblins! Dancing demons! Creeping cryptids! Other such interjections from our favorite demonic-dad and devotee of Satan, No. 26! For his playlist I had to go big, brassy, with plenty of stomp and holler and swing. If there’s anything that can be said about No. 26, it’s that he is a man who loves his wife and loves his life. Of course, I do wonder what his life would’ve been like without No. 44… I can’t imagine he would’ve settled down with anyone else.
-D.H.
Beasts of Burgundy
Not allowed on Sunday
Monday slipped away now it's too late
Who's this at the gate?
The captain he's a physic
A shaman and a mystic
His brain is buzzing like a hive:
He's alive!
Of course I could try to resist
but it's useless, pal, if you're on the list.
If you hear them howl
they're on the prowl!
Yeah!
They're trying to hex me.
I’ve to confess all I wanna do is let them hex me!
Hex me!
But I’m afraid of going through that door cause I’m sure there ain’t no cure.
You shouldnʼt mess with a demon like me
Just keep your eye on the door
You might decide that youʼll be better off alive and
maybe nothings fair in love or in war
And my torment won’t be through
Til I spend the rest of my life making love to you
Night and day
Day and night
She's the fire in the sin
And I burn breathin' her in
Now it's love suicide
And I sell my soul for the high
Truth be told, I don't mind
'Cause her Hell's my paradise
She can crush every hope
Got her heels stompin' down my throat
So where do you draw the line and tell yourself no more?
Is it when your back's against the wall or you're crawling on the floor
It's always work, work, work some more, until they say it's time
So fight the fight worth fighting, and things will work out fine
We've all begun to die and don't know what to do
Since it hurts to pray to God when God is dying too
Takes strength to laugh when you start to drown
And we dance while the sky crashes down
Canisters of feigned dissent
They load our bodies into them
The prize surprise is eating at your eyes
And drawing down the
Shades, made out of skin, it's kin eating kin
Cogs living in the burning city
When will this day ever end?
Will the words from within break down these walls?
Our fall, this wall
Blood is flowing
can hardly breathe
and here I am
quitting my skin.
I’m seeing my life
flash before my eyes
and I’m proud of all my sins.
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
