take me to the beach / i want to splash around / and frolic in the water / sometimes we wear ourselves out / thinking ‘bout the future / why do we even bother / if i think about it more and more / life sounds just like a chore / so / take me to the beach / i want to splash around / and frolic in the water / sometimes we wear ourselves out / thinking ‘bout the future / why do we even bother / i think i will try painting / why do they call it pain ting / it’s not as bad as this / or maybe meditation / to distract from this vacation / and forget about your kiss / take me out for a night on the town / so that way i can’t drown / in the south of france / the beaches look so nice / there is no need for pants / madame means my lady / but you are no one’s lady / tu es une femme moderne

the beach

i just quit my job last night / now i’m still in my life, i’m learning / mistakes are the only way to make it right / but i hate it / enemies are in her room / climbing up the sides with suction cups / i try my best to keep my cool / but the zuck-fuck paranoia runs pretty deep / i just quit my job last night / now i’m still in my life, i’m learning / mistakes are the only way to make it right / but i hate it / i want to join your fraternity / i want to see how vulgar i can be / just kidding buddy, we’re pals / until nine o’clock / i just quit my job last night / now i’m still in my life, i’m learning / mistakes are the only way to make it right / but i hate it

dish pit anthem

betty, nobody likes you / betty, nobody wants you around / you came into my life in the desert / you’d better not be his wife, because that would really suck / fuck you betty / the world spins slower because you’re so heavy, betty / if i hear your name one more time / then i’ll be ready to throw myself / off this red sandstone cliff / b-e-t-t-y / you came into my life in the desert / you’d better not be his wife, because that would really suck / if i hear your name one more time / i’ll be ready to throw myself / off this red sandstone cliff / b-e-t-t-y / betty, i wrote this song for you / betty, i hope that you like it / betty, every word is about you / betty, i want you to hear it / betty, but you can’t / because betty, you’re not real

betty

the highway / the highway / the highway / the highway / driving along in my car / you hate my car / why must you hate my car / when i see / what do i see / when i see you pull out in front of me / those byways / those byways / those byways / those scenic byways / i see you with your statues / and your monuments / to another time / to a lesser time / second guess my mind / it is not fine, mason dixon line

the highway is not is my favorite place

saturday morning
OHH saturday morning / you are my friend and my enemy / lying awake in bed / i don’t want to feel anything / OhH circadian rhythms / it’s ok, you don’t exist / AND i don’t do anything / except live inside my head / leaving without me / leave without me / oh / Oh / OHHhH / OOhhHHhHH / oH / oh / oh

saturday morning

Equipped with a cheap microphone, fearsome digital distortion, and a dash of teenage angst, Ben LeBeau makes gritty garage rock tunes. 

Ben plays all the instruments in his music, and does his own recording and mixing, if you can even call it that, because his DAW of choice (if you can even call it that) is audacity.  Ben enjoys the challenge and authenticity of such limited technology, something that is reflected in his debut EP "a cold summer". 

Ben is working towards a degree in Audio Production at Northern Vermont University - Lyndon, where he continues to become involved with music.

ben lebeau