Another update, song lyrics from Paint It Black

Contributed by remainsunseen, Posted by Jade Tree

Paint It Black have psoted another update with lyrics as they continue to work on their upcoming third album. As reported earlier, the album will be co-produced by J. Robbins and Oktopus (aka Alap Momin).

The band had this to say in an update:

What's up everyone. We are hard at work obsessing over new material. We tape all our practices, then listen to the tapes a million times, and then go back to the lab, fix what's broken, and make new tapes. This process keeps repeating. Fun and intense, but easy to get stuck in your own head after awhile.

Been getting some emails lately about posting more lyrics, so here goes. This song is about growing up in america and the failures of capitalism, growing up a rebel and the failures of punk music/culture. And of course, the failures we sometimes encounter in individual human relationships. Failure doesn't mean that we stop trying. "It means brush the dirt off, get up and try again." Please read the note that comes after. It's really important:

What's up everyone. We are hard at work obsessing over new material. We tape all our practices, then listen to the tapes a million times, and then go back to the lab, fix what's broken, and make new tapes. This process keeps repeating. Fun and intense, but easy to get stuck in your own head after awhile. Been getting some emails lately about posting more lyrics, so here goes. This song is about growing up in america and the failures of capitalism, growing up a rebel and the failures of punk music/culture. And of course, the failures we sometimes encounter in individual human relationships. Failure doesn't mean that we stop trying. "It means brush the dirt off, get up and try again." Please read the note that comes after. It's really important:

THE BEEKEEPER

We are the sound and the fury. We're what's left of the hope and the glory.
Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town, and the rust of the factory shutdown.
I've got a fistful of crumbs, and a mouthful of lies.
Everyone needs a hobby. Ours is suicide.
We had all the right tools: Opposable thumbs and big brains full of useless shit.
A long history of wrong turns and dead ends brings us back to where we started again.
And I think that I'm outranked,
Outmanned, outgunned, and outflanked.
"Out of Step"? Yeah, I know what that feels like.
This contract is null & void. We tore it up before the ink was dry.
Can I remember how to forget? Well let's hope so. Because tonight I can't tell friend from foe. Live fast (but don't die young). Slow down, but never, ever stop.

(IMPORTANT: it should go without saying that any reference to "suicide" in these lyrics is a metaphor for our species' tendency towards self-destructive behavior. I believe that we need to hold onto life even when things seem desperate. Reach out to the people you love when it seems like there's no way out. Hope is often found hiding in the strangest places.)