Despertares

Produced and mixed by Mikuláš Roubíček
Sound engineers: Derek Saxenmeyer & Nick Fox
Recorded at Studio Faust Records, Prague
Mastered by Nate Wood at Kerseboom Mastering
Cover design Copyright (©) Emma Walker

Inside Out (Got No Doubt)

The second single 'Double the Body V: Escape the Body.' which can be downloaded for free here:
https://slavebeaverrevolt.bandcamp.com/album/escape-the-body

John - Art, Vocals, Lyrics, Music, Mixing

Lyrics:
I see water 
Lapping upon the heels
Of a body hung in trees
Stretching out to God

I see flowers
Scattered before the dawn
Rotting under decay
Burrowing underneath

I see plastic
Wound around the pallid skin
Of a faded memory
Clawing at the door

I see flies
Hung upon the bloated corpse
Of a figure 
Drowned in regret

If they lost their hope
Then what hope have we?

I see mist
Condensed upon remains
Stained
Where they chose to pass
And lay down dead

I see morning
Leaving the trees wanting
Waining
Where we lost ourselves
As the sun swings high

If they lost their hope
Then what hope have we?

I See Plastic

A little solo piece I wrote and recorded with a 1950's Fender Stratocaster.

New Ghosts

Escape, via River

early morning hallucination

you have to make it right.


lyrics:

Why did I say
Awful words to your face
They cant be unsaid now I'd rather be dead
Than to hurt you again

Try, make it right 
I know i don't want to fight
The harder i fight and the harder it is
To make it right once again

Make It Right

Look Who’s Laughing Now:

My thoughts get so mixed up 
When I try to think through this disarray
Now you’ve tried to dismiss my opinion
But convictions don’t go away

I’ve tried to stay strong
But it feels like we’ve been here before
And whether I'm right or I’m wrong
This isn't funny anymore

You had your chance to choose
Now your luck’s run out
It’s time you pay your dues
Look who’s laughing now
You found me beaten and bruised
Kicked me when I was down
What were you trying to prove?
Look who's laughing now
How the tables have turned
It all comes back around
There's nothing you can do
Look who’s laughing now
You got what you deserved
There can be no doubt
Now the joke’s on you
Look who's laughing now

We’ve been running in circles for days
Finding every potential mistake
And I wish that this wasn’t the end,
But we know it’s too late
Is there anything left to explain?
I didn’t expect things to turned out this way
Your intentions are best put to rest
In the bed that you made

How the tables have turned
It all comes back around
There's nothing you can do
Look who’s laughing now
You got what you deserved
There can be no doubt
Now the joke’s on you
Look who's laughing now

You make me feel so ordinary
Why should I care if you disapprove?
You’ve been keeping me stationary
I think I need to be on the move

I’ve tried to stay strong
But it feels like we’ve been here before
And whether I'm right or I’m wrong
This isn't funny anymore

You had your chance to choose
Now your luck’s run out
It’s time you pay your dues
Look who’s laughing now
You found me beaten and bruised
Kicked me when I was down
What were you trying to prove?
Look who's laughing now
How the tables have turned
It all comes back around
There's nothing you can do
Look who’s laughing now
You got what you deserved
There can be no doubt
Now the joke’s on you
Look who's laughing now

Look Who's Laughing Now

Forever Held Up

Hope Lost In An Encirclement

The third iteration of Freud and the Terror Train re-recorded for our ten year anniversary release which you can download at the link below:

https://slavebeaverrevolt.bandcamp.com/album/ten-years-more

Lyrics:
Banjohmin
We’re the second best act on off-topic
Right behind Flobots, the show stoppers
But let’s be honest
They just want to viley-violate the violinist
Rider her with one hand on the bar,
the other on Andy’s guitar
(Operate her please)
They might be able to ride a bike with no handlebars
But I’ve got a handlebar moustache—that’s flyer than hipster kicks and tight jeans

Got a five year old strapped down in my limousine
But it ain’t like that—I’m just buying him an ice cream
Maybe if were more political
An elliptical trainer for your political brain
But we keep it underground like the terror train
Way back when we weren’t even men
The Pickled Poet had a chance but blew it
There wasn’t a Project Blowed here
Still the object was so near, of his desire

Then it slipped through his fingers, tore them to shreds like barbed wire;
So now he’s a hard liar trapped on a tight rope
Without an option to elope
But I’ll let you in on a secret, and I quote:
I killed the pickled poet
(and he don’t even know it)
That’s just how the story goes, no second chances, so bring on the sell-out slutty backup dancers.

John
I am nothing
But a train and
I assume that
You don't like me

I'm insane but
Not yet crazy
I will never let you go

Banjohmin
Maybe if we sampled lyrics and not music we’d be famous
But maybe we’re just too heinous
Taking you on a train ride you’ll never forget
The seats made out of rock hard flesh
Sit down and you’re bound to get wet,
If not Chris Brown’ll beat you to death
On the terror train—giving the safety rails brain, everybody’s drowning in golden rain.

John
Enjoy the ride you'll stay with me
Stay with me
I'll stay with you
I'll stay with you

Because it's Beaver
No, not the woman kind
I really gotta go, I just saw the time

Sorry if I dissapointed you in bed
I'll be quiet going out, just lay and rest your head

Because it's Sleave 3
No, not the other song
I really gotta go, it's the end of the song

Sorry if I disappointed you Richard
I'll be quiet going out, just a reference ahead

Big Boss & Solid Snake
IT'S NOT OVER YET
NOT OVER YET
YOU JUST MADE A BET THAT IT WOULD BE OVER
BUT IT'S NOT OVER YET

Freud and the Terror Train III

I’m from Cookeville, TN and I make things. Been lucky enough to play shows with bands like A Plea For Purging, Attila, LGND, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Free Throw, Gillian Carter and Real Friends and release a few records in my lifetime.

Currently playing in several bands:
watershipdown
Mall Culture
The Bilbreys
Daedalus
Hawkins A/V Club
Far From the Tree

New Ghosts

AaronBilbrey