"Diane. I think I'm rustic. I had a conversation a few weeks ago with a dear friend of mine about turning the other cheek, or not relaying bad deeds with bad deeds or even that old saying, being the better person. I'm a firm believer that some people need a good swift kick in the pants to bring them back down to earth with the rest of us.

I know two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left and I have a pretty decent left hook. I just get tired of bad humans. I wonder why they never want to be good? I wonder if they were good and had all they needed, would they even go bad? Then I got into a whole other topic of why and when do people go bad, which, sounded way funnier when I was talking to myself about it.

The irony. Diane, I think I may have just called myself old. I have to go do yoga or something. Stone Out."

from The Lost Stone Catcherye Tapes, released July 2, 2018
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (missing)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics, keys, synths)

THE OLD RUSTIC SUCKERPUNCH

how quickly we forget
we were taught lessons then
our heads get so big
when colored paper makes us rich
our heads grow so sick
when colored paper makes us rich

did you forget where you came from
can you remember the truth
old rustic shows what he's made of
uppercuts out of the blue
roundhouses right to the tooth

how quickly we forgive
justified with consequence
to do it again
without knocking off their grin
to do it again
much to my chagrin

did you forget where you came from
can you remember the truth
old rustic shows what he's made of
uppercuts out of the blue
roundhouses right to the tooth

did you forget where you came from
must I remind you again, son
magic does not really happen
you've been duped into thinking you know some
& I'm the old rustic sucker to punch one

The Old Rustic Suckerpunch

Diane, this is DDD, This song, is called Death Bag, We came up with this one on the 3rd night of our One Eyed Jack's open mic residency. Stone was playing his baritone guitar and so it sounds a bit dark. Phillip was in a strange mood this evening, Diane, as he refused to drink anything unless it had an umbrella in it. Not a real umbrella, but one of those drink umbrellas. Stone & Coop kept stealing the umbrellas out of his drinks and putting them in their hair. I brought out the rocking guitar tone on this one and my best wah faces. Cooper even took a mini solo at one point. Rocking tune, Diane. A touch of island feel for you too. Hakuna Matada, Diane. 

Dale Cooper (drums)
DD Danahy (lead guitar; keys; marimba) - @darren-d-danahy
Stoney Catcherye (vocals; guitar; percussion) - @stonecatcherye
Phillip Jeffries (bass guitar)

Death Bag

I'll send for you in my death bag
I left but now I'm lonely
I'll spare you seasons of lilacs
if you could just live to breathe

when I go, I want you to know
I've been breathing
all these years I've seen
I'll rot in the ground

and in your Death Bag
you've been holding onto breath
as if it weren't your last

and in your Death Bag
you've been holding onto breath
as if it weren't your last

try not to give it away
what this isn't theirs to take
live while you have life to waste
waste like there's no other day

try not to give it away
what this isn't theirs to take
live while you have life to waste
waste like there's no other day

and in your Death Bag
you've been holding onto breath
as if it weren't your last

hold on
hold on

hold on . . . . . .

Death Bag

Keep The Fear Cover
Girl by the Beatles (Lennon-McCartney)
from the album - Rubber Soul

P. Jeffries (bass)
D. Cooper (drums)
D.D. Danahy (keys)
S. Catcherye (vocals & guitar)


'The sharp intake of breath during the chorus was either an approximation of lascivious heavy breathing, or a none-too-subtle reference to marijuana smoking. Much of Rubber Soul was recorded during The Beatles' heaviest pot-smoking phase, and by late 1965 they had become adept at inserting drug references into their songs.'

    "My main memory is that John wanted to hear the breathing, wanted it to be very intimate, so George Martin put a special compressor on the voice, then John dubbed it."

Paul McCartney



"Girl"

Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry
Still, you don't regret a single day

Ah, girl, girl, girl

When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the earth to me and I believe her
After all this time I don't know why

Ah, girl, girl, girl

She's the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there,
You feel a fool
When you say she's looking good
She acts as if it's understood.
She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ah, girl, girl, girl

Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead?

Ah, girl, girl, girl

Keep The Fear Covers (The Beatles - Girl)

Keep The Fear Cover "Across The Universe"
by the Beatles (Lennon-McCartney)
from the album - Let It Be; Past Masters; Anthology 2; Let It Be... Naked

"The Beatles didn't make a good record of it. I think subconsciously sometimes we - I say 'we,' though I think Paul did it more than the rest of us; Paul would... sort of subconsciously try and destroy a great song.
He subconsciously tried to destroy songs, meaning that we'd play experimental games with my great pieces, like Strawberry Fields - which I always felt was badly recorded. That song got away with it and it worked. But usually we'd spend hours doing little detailed cleaning-ups of Paul's songs; when it came to mine, especially if it was a great song like Strawberry Fields or Across The Universe, somehow this atmosphere of looseness and casualness and experimentation would creep in. Subconscious sabotage. He'll deny it, 'cause he's got a bland face and he'll say the sabotage doesn't exist. But this is the kind of thing I'm talking about, where I was always seeing what was going on... I began to think, Well maybe I'm paranoid. But it's not paranoid; it's absolute truth."
John Lennon, 1980
All We Are Saying, David Sheff

bitzone (drums/percussion; additional editing)
DD Danahy (keys, synths, piano)
Stone Catcherye (vocals, guitar, bass)

Recorded at:
Landing Pad Studios (Denver, CO)
Sound Construction Studios (Goshen, CT)
Somnambulant Studios (GER)
Mastered by R.Sinfield at the Chaos Cookhouse (UK)

"Across The Universe"
(Keep The Fear Version)

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om

Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Inside a letter box they Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe

Jai guru deva om

Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing
Through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
And calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om

Nothing's gonna change my world

Jai guru deva . . . .
om

Keep The Fear Covers (The Beatles - Across The Universe)

a song by Keep The Fear, from their album,
"Seven Sundown Songs"

"Pseudonyms was probably the 4th or 5th song we recorded for the album. D3 began it and sent me the drums and piano to work with. Technically something went wrong, as the software I was using didn't realize it was 48 Khz instead of 44. HA. The result was me leaving the piano part on repeat and never being able to completely be in tune with it. It was only after consulting with our Genius producer, Russ Sinfield, that we solved the problem and I could actually play in tune with D3. This was the first and last time this problem occurred. We had fun on this one and even had Captain Sinfield bring his master fingers to lay down a solo for us. Hope you enjoy as much as we did making it. Cheers!!"

Stone Catcherye: Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Percussion
DD Danahy: Piano, Synthesizer, Keys, Drums
Russell Sinfield: Lead Guitar 

Pseudonyms

do you know yourself like I know you
would you care to drink or breathe some tea
I have been the one who had breakthroughs
I'm the only one who hasn't abandoned me

and I knew
you'd understand
in my head

do you lose yourself like I lose you
is your truth based upon me

and I knew
you were a friend
in my head

(just don't tell 'em your name)

stealing stones and putting them to sleep
have you ever killed somebody's dreams

and I choose
all of the friends
in my head

I am having trouble hearing your truth
ice picks & axes stab in me

Pseudonyms

from Seven Sundown Songs, released June 18, 2017
Stone Catcherye: Lyrics, Vocals, Acoustic guitar, Drums, Bass
Darren D Danahy: Piano, Synthesizer, Keys
Russell Sinfield: Lead Guitar, Mix

Should The Sadness Occur

& you won't hear from me
should the sadness occur
I will not be seen
so hurt
should the sadness occur

all in a time, I felt divine
shoulders & spine
once in my life, learned how to fly
despite being blind

& you won't hear from me
should the sadness occur
I will not be seen
so hurt
should the sadness occur

then I won't feel a thing
if it's sadness you bring
you won't hear a thing
I sing
should the sadness come sting

smile I may, some other way
how freedom reigns
once upon times, I soared through your sky
to spite being grounded

& you won't hear from me
should the sadness occur

Seven Sundown Songs

Should The Sadness Occur

from Seven Sundown Songs, released June 18, 2017
Stone Catcherye: Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Percussion
Darren D Danahy: Piano, Synthesizer, Keys 
Russell Sinfield: mix

7 Seconds

I'm counting the time
I'm shored up in mind
it's 7 'til 5

7 seconds to watch our planet
go to hell in a handbag
take for granted the seeds we planted
aren't you sad that we chose that
7 seconds, if you can stand it
abandon hope in the life raft
a sexy sexist for 7 seconds
I'd much rather have at

overcome by vines
they know not to not rise
rise....rise....rise...rise....

7 seconds to watch our planet
go to hell in a handbag
take for granted the seeds we planted
aren't you sad that we chose that
7 seconds, if you can stand it
abandon hope in the life raft
a sexy sexist for 7 seconds
I'd much rather have at

I'm counting divine

7 seconds to watch our planet
go to hell in a handbag
a sexy sexist for 7 seconds
I'd much rather have at

7 Seconds

Diane, Phillip Jeffries here, phoning in from an undisclosed location with that info for you. Let’s just say I’m somewhere off the TVC15, and leave it at that.

So when I first met D3, I had no idea he was even a musician. I was in Downtown Denver, shopping in a bookstore of all things. My current reality was in a touring rock band, and had been wandering cities on our tour to try and find a copy of a Simone de Beauvoir book, and for about six months and most of America I seemed to be having absolutely no luck. So I walked immediately to the desk of this particular store that day, which is where D3 was working. He had a stack of books on either side of him and was holding a phone with a shoulder and had glasses he seemed to be searching for pushed into his blonde spiky hair. From the back and the way he was dressed in his orange dress shirt, black dungarees and crooked checkerboard tie, I thought it was 1983 for a moment, and I had to check my phone to make sure I hadn’t, in fact, traveled back in time to 1983 or was maybe having one of those flashbacks Stoney warned me about.

Anyway, I went up to this Sting looking fellow and asked him if he had a copy of the Mandarins when he got off the phone. After a few moments of fast typing, he said “computer says I have one upstairs, I’ll take you there” and I told him I could go myself, but he informed me that he was going anyway, gesturing to the stacks of books on the desk. He did find my book, and we spoke briefly about how we each were musicians and had a gig that night.

After my show at an undisclosed venue that may or may not be named after a popular soft drink or perhaps a bank, I decided to cool my jets at a local bar with my book, as is my custom. Who should I see at the piano in the bar but D3, playing a variety of 80’s television theme songs as romantic piano pieces much to the dismay of the tiny audience. We struck up a conversation, went back to his apartment after his performance, and it turned out after about half a bottle of Colorado whiskey, that he played guitar also, as that was the night we first jammed the basic chords to this song. This was also the night I first got his email address. (He still refuses to carry a phone and that is why he now leaves his messages for you via singing telegram)

When the two of us finally presented our idea to Stoney years later in Keep the Fear, it was just after an intense period he spent alone in which he wrote a tremendous amount of lyrics that he now had a backlog of, and one that was PERFECT for these chords. We worked out the song in a matter of hours, and that’s when I broke out the ‘ol Colorado whiskey again, and Stoney and I got him to do that little guitar solo once he had a few shots in him.

Coop's been busy working his day job but has been keeping up by showing up with rehearsed drum parts. Coop's a workaholic. Tell him I have his recorder, but I keep forgetting the tapes at D3's place. 

Hope you’re not lonely out there Diane, but I’m out. I think demons are chasing me, and I gotta go.
PJ







written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (piano, strings, guitar solo)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

J'ai Une Âme Solitaire

welcome to my world
please enjoy your stay

well, I have a lonely soul
I'm sad
I have had enough

I have a lonely soul
I lost my hope years ago
I have a faulty skull
they broke in and they stole the show

I have a lonely soul
I lost my hope years ago

welcome to my world
please enjoy your stay

well I have a broken soul,
I'm dull

J'ai Une Âme Solitaire

“Hi Diane, Phillip Jeffries checking in. I have to say things got a little strange last night. The band took a little break from the studio to get a bite at a local diner here, and as usual, I brought a fresh batch of my “special” mushrooms which I always add to my meals to help with creativity. I often will put a couple on my hamburger just to spark ideas, so I have quite the tolerance… USUALLY. These were a little different. So strong, in fact, that I forgot I had taken some BEFORE we went to the diner, and put more on my plate soon as the meal arrived, then got lost in the diner and sat down in Coop’s seat somehow. 

What happened after that is kind of fuzzy, though I do remember Coop getting up on the counter talking about space dragons at some point, I think. And some of the most incredible drumming I’ve ever seen him do. 

Now we have this new song, and I have all these text messages from DDD and SXC saying how I should prepare Cooper’s meals from now on. 

I better sign off, Diane. I need to sleep for about three days straight. Good thing I'm not the singer in this band. 

PJ”

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (piano, monosynth, samples)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

Guaranteed To Cause Some Sleepless Nights

did you wanna believe me
did you wanna believe
did you wanna concede me
did you wanna concede

grab your pillow, scream, Oh No!
& cope

did you care that you broke me
did you care to believe
did you spare all the broke things
(are) you allowed to agree
did you wish on the wastings

did you wish on the wastings

scream, Oh No!

there's no medicine now
that could guarantee
there's no medicine out
that could get me 

to cope

did you dance just to rope me
did you wanna to repeat
dish hands and rope swings
fast on your feet
are  you intent on living
are you afraid of machines

are you inclined just to love this
do you wanna love me
I see divine, you see luckless
(it's) all the same to me

grab your pillow

did you wanna believe me
did you wanna believe
did you wanna concede me
did you wanna concede

did you wish on the wastings

grab your pillow, scream, Oh No!
& cope

grab your pillow, scream, Oh Hell No!

oh hell no, I won't let you get the best of me

Guaranteed To Cause Some Sleepless Nights

"Diane, a somewhat slightly charred Phillip Jeffries here.
The four of us have been holed up in a cabin studio of undisclosed location for a while, and Autumn is upon us. Let's just say that I'm a city boy and not used to using a fireplace for heat. And it's a good thing I'm currently keeping my hair short. 
Anyway, my little "accident" had Coop laughing pretty hard, then he started up this badass beat, and we all fell in line. It started with D3 and I, First I started jamming a fuzz bass line that he doubled with a mono synth - and next thing you know, Stoney has a whole song written.  He goaded D3 to do some backing vocals, and  He compromised by heavily effecting his voice. Stoney thinks he sounds like like the Devil. 
I'm off for some burn cream now, I will report back when we get more recorded. And I really should stop smoking. 
~PJ"

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums, fire retardant pajamas)
Darren D. Danahy (electric piano, lead guitar, monosynth, vocoder, fire)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, cigarette lighter)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics, longbottom leaf)

***FIRE IS THE DEVIL***

"crescendo, an endo, you're not like me my friend-o
a message to send, oh, I've written more than you know
it's special, to just know, I have somewhere to go though
a failure, like Pluto, I just want my flame to be known

descent for a mountain
descent for a sea

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire

pretend, oh, you're neutral, laugh because you know my kind-o
it's simple, it's crucial, I need more time than most do
I cancel, I'm frugal, I drink more beer than wine-os

descent for a mountain
descent for a sea
the scent of destruction 
is killing me

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire

descend low, go below, you have a friend who's helpful
I'm smoke-ful, then thoughtful, I'll have you over often
unsocial, I go through, more inside this thick old skull
I know though, I'm with you, you have a friend to help you

descent for a mountain
descent for the sea
decent for me

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire"

©2017 Keep the Fear

Fire Is The Devil (Hiding Like a Coward In The Smoke)

"Diane, 
I have become convinced in recent months that I am being chased by demons of some sort.

In order to help protect myself, I trained an individual to use all of my mannerisms and dominant personality traits whom now dresses as I do to "bait" the thing away from me so I can escape.

I thought it was a good idea that he and I spend a good deal of time together so that he could best imitate me, however he has begun to even LOOK like me, and now, I'm not sure if I am myself or if I am him, who's memories I even have, or who's really coming up with these bass lines.

I'm even starting to see pop stars and actors that look just like Phillip Jeffries clones. 
~PJ"

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (ebow, acoustic, lead guitar)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

***When You See Me Again (it won't be me)***

why don't they have a cure for this
I don't want to be here
faulty wiring to blame for it
I didn't wire it, dear

why don't they have a lure to catch
I'm not fishing for fear
I'd hope the rest of us know this
I hope they're finding cheer

when you see me again, it won't be me
looking to uninstall code that's faulty

why don't they have a pill for this
I don't want to be there
tried, tread, treason and track-mates
I don't want to be there

high hopes, they have a dream for this
tell them to step in my shoes
why don't they have a class for this
I would never skip school

when you see me again, it won't be me

©2017 Keep the Fear

When You See Me Again (It Won't Be Me)

" Diane, 
kindly disregard my previous recorded message. I have been under a lot of stress, and after spending a few nights filling in at the circus in town (the strong man has a hernia) I feel renewed, sane, and ready to get back to recording the new album. 

I came back from my circus experience to learn that I'm not the only member of the band with a history of fairground attraction, in fact, we're a regular band of freaks to be honest. 

I'll let our newest song do most of the talking this time. 
~PJ"

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums, lion tamer)
Darren D. Danahy (electric piano, lead guitar, highwire artist)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, strongman)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics, bearded lady)

***Grow Wings & Join The Circus***

I can't take much more of your three ringed world
I wish I could grow wings and fly
I can't balance upon your shoulders now
I don't want to ride bikes in skies

I don't even want to pay that price

If you're asking what I'd be
or what I would do
I would join the circus now
and I'd grow wings too

If you're asking what I'd be
or what I would do
I would join the circus now
and I'd grow wings too
I would grow these wings to spite 
and fly away from you

I can't take much more of your three ringed world
you can find me out back with clowns

I can't walk this wire with my hands full
spin the wheel and throw your knives at me

If you're asking what I'd be
or what I would do
I would join the circus now
and I'd grow wings too
I would grow these wings to spite 
and fly away from you

well I am the high acts
I am the high acts

(I am the high acts, I'm only for fun)

©2017 Keep the Fear

Grow Wings & Join The Circus

"Diane, this is Stone Catcherye, I'm with Phillip, who has been in sole possession of this recorder for a while now, but at the moment, he's currently running around in my backyard digging holes with this super old and crusty looking shovel. He's been on a kick about shovels for a while now and at the time he was ranting to me about shovels, he said he didn't own one. So, the next time we rehearsed I had told D3 & Coop about it and we wrote this new tune, half mocking PJ. Two weeks later and he currently owns 4,237 different makes and sizes of shovels. He may have eaten too many of those mushroom sandwiches. I will leave the recorder with D3 when I leave and have him give it back to PJ who will be resuming his recording duties next week. Peace Out. StoneHEY."

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (keys, lead guitar, synths)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, outro solo)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)


***Buy Yourself a Shovel***

help yourself and buy a shovel
did yourself right out of the pile

there are no words to buy or for sale
they are shooting so run for your life
shovel the rain on down
there are no words that I have right now

help yourself and buy a shovel

there are no words to buy or for sale
they are shooting the ground around
shovel the shit on down
there are no words that I have right now

if you don't dig your way out of the shit
if you don't climb up on out of this pit
hit me in the head with it

by yourself

Buy Yourself A Shovel

"Hi Diane, it's Phillip. I have retrieved the recorder back from Stoney and have concluded my fascination with shovels. It's been some time since our last tune and for good reason. D3 went through a bit of a funk, and at one point set off to some undisclosed "mind" farm, where they cleanse your chakras and feed you weird foods to re-balance your whole biosphere. Life was rough and tumble for a spell and he needed to meditate, hard. The funny thing, the ironic thing, he returned with not spiritual enlightenment, but a Baritone guitar, or a 6 string bass. whatever you want to call it. He said he found it at the retreat in the loo. He said, the whole camp was a sham and the baritone guitar was the only thing that helped him get back to himself. 

Music therapy, Diane, I'm all for it. Plug in and play more. It drives the demons away. 

Also, sorrow's not always a negative thing, sometimes we need to be on the other side of the coin to appreciate and gain inspiration. If it drives inspiration, it's a good thing. 

My regards Diane, I will be talking to you once our next song is completed, until then, Phillip J."

a song by Keep The Fear, inc.

Cooper (drums/percussion)
Darren D. Danahy (lead guitars, baritone guitar, synths)
PJ (bass guitar)
Stone Catcherye (vocals, acoustic guitar, banjo, lyrics)

***No One Can Know My Sorrow***

keys cannot unlock
the pain inside this box
of rocks

I ought to know by now
Love, not doubt

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

the pain won't cure it's own
thus I feel all too often alone

I ought to know by now

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

& someone don't know your sorrow
laughter can cure them all though
someone needs love to borrow
oh, someone need Love

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

& someone don't know your sorrow
laughter can cure them all though
someone needs love to borrow
oh, someone need Love

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

& someone don't know your sorrow
laughter can cure them all though
someone needs love to borrow
oh, someone need Love

No One Can Know My Sorrow

a song by Keep The Fear. 
written by S. Catcherye & DD Danahy.
a sneak peak of a song from a future electronic funk rock album....

D. Cooper (drums & percussion)
Darren D. Danahy (keys, guitar, synth, vocals)
P. Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (vocals & guitar)

the Cave

everybody's looking for their head now
everybody's looking for their head now

your pillow's my wormhole
escaping all I know now

everybody's looking walking dead now
everybody's looking walking dead now

your pillow's my wormhole
escaping all I know now
the riddles, the storm clouds
you're braving more than you know now

(I'm going deep down 6 ft. underground)

your pillow's my wormhole
escaping all I know now
the riddles, the storm clouds
you're braving more than you know now
the lift-offs, the drop outs
the cave invites you in now

The Cave

"Diane, something happened last week that proved to be life changing. I went to a local music store in a town where I was holed up on an 
undercover mission. Nothing too intense, just some normal stake out kind of procedures. My cover allows me to practice my drums while I'm 
on duty. Best case ever. 

Anyway, Diane, while at said music store, trying to find a certain obscure ride cymbal, the store clerk who was helping me managed to drop a 
drum machine on my kick foot, giving me two hairline fractures. Diane, remind me to send a thank you card to the store clerk. I believe his name was 
Bradlee. He was very kind and helpful. 

While laying on the floor in pain, realizing I wouldn't be able to drum for a while, even if I did find that cymbal when I made it back to me feet, 
I decided I should let fate intervene and buy the drum maching that landed on my kick foot. Diane, D3 was right, the digitakt is a machine not to be 
taken lightly, pun intended. 

Needless to say, I've been anti drum machine my whole life until now. The guys jaws dropped when I sent them some fine soothing 
energy transferring electronic beats to play with for our new single. Diane, remind me to designa  foot cast that doesn't itch. 
- Coop."


a song by Keep The Fear,

Cooper (drum programming)
D.D. Danahy (keys & synths & guitar solo)
Phillip Jeffries (synth bass)
Stone Catcherye (vocals, guitar, kaos guitar, lyrics)

Passenger Braking

if I were to cop a ride with you
I would brake so hard
you would die by shards

I shouldn't be mean
my mouth just won't stop
don't drive me crazy
I will crash your car
with my motherfucking mind power

if I could find pedals on my side
I would brake so fast
you would fly right past

I shouldn't be mean
my brain just won't stop
if you make me hate
I will crash your car
with my motherfucking mind power

passenger fails, my patience pales
I would brake so quick
that would do the trick

I shouldn't be mean
my jaw just won't stop
want to test your fate
I will crash your car
with my motherfucking mind power

Passenger Braking

"Diane, second song we completed in lockdown. Stoney's funny to watch when he's trying to decipher melodies over a cell phone through a video screen.

On this tune we were able to record D3 through the cell phone, but we had to wire it to an old telephone jack Stoney had from 1984. 

I think you could feel our pent up 'pent up' anger in this one.

I think the title from this came from Stoney being drunk one night at the pub before the lockdown saying to a drunk asshole that if he saw him on the street he would throw a car at him. Of course at the time, I was tripping on mushrooms and I had a completely different idea of what he was talking about. D3 would know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Diane, it's refreshing to hear D3's energy again! 

Diane, I can't even lift a car right now. I'm leaving Paris and going to an undisclosed cabin location. Coop was right about the French woman. She can't make doughnuts.

-PJ."


from The Lost D3 Tapes
written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (lead synth guitar)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, synths)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)


*** I Could Throw A Car ***

I could just feel the cold steel
in my mitts
I could let go and crush your whole world
with one pitch

won't you answer me
with hypocrisy
won't you challenge me
rush to cure my needs

don't extinguish flames
just evade the scene
we all run the same
we all use our feet

I could just feel the cold steel
in my mitts
I could let go and crush your whole world
with one pitch
I could back out and calm the fuck down
flip the switch

won't you stare me down
as you wear that crown
won't you ruin me
because we don't agree

don't extinguish flames
just engulf the heat
we all burn the same
we all hurt SO deep

I could just feel the cold steel
in my mitts
I could let go and crush your whole world
with one pitch

won't you answer me
with hypocrisy
won't you challenge me
rush to cure my needs

don't extinguish flames
just evade the scene
we all run the same
we all use our feet

I Could Throw A Car

"All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I thought it might be, as long as you can keep the fear from your mind. But I guess you could say that about most anything in life. Its not so bad as long as you can keep the fear from your mind."

Stone ~ Vocals, Guitars, Decisions.
DDD ~ Lead Guitars, Keyboards, Distractions.
Coop ~ Drums, Coffees, Denotions.
Phillip ~ Bass Guitars, Cameos, Disappearances.

Keep The Fear

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