BEEKEEPERS

by Beekeepers

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recorded 2009-2011
sometimes available on cassette and/or mini-CD

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released December 22, 2011

Beekeepers are:
Patrick Robinson
Patrick McGlew
Jeremy Franchi
Jeff Else
Brandon Robinson
Keith Bedore
Pete Steffy
David Allen

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Track Name: SALT WATER
salt water breeds a whole bucket o life
where there aint no day there aint no light
brussel sprout maniac manioc eater
i’m friends with cap’n crunch and chest’r cheetah

you gotta learn to be alone
you gotta learn to be a lunatic-toc I’m the clock
i don’t have the answer

styrofoam cup with a plastic ring you’re gonna scare a duck
angel cake wrapped around a skull his teeth were out of luck

is that water soluble or is it lipid soluble
neuro-toxicological medicating substance?

brontosaurus in the microwave prehistoric thanksgiving
allosaurus on the shortwave extinct but he’s still living

creditors are predators
realtors are surrealtors

credit accrues
all those senator shoes
ready to lose
but said to refuse

a hearse stopped for an ambulance, turned to me and said,
“the dying have the right-of-way over the dead.”
Track Name: MODEL HOME FLAG
hail to thee, model home flag!
bless my SUV and my shopping bag
and the dollar food menu,
which i choose to hold in my heart and ne’er to lose

i do not feel marketed towards when i enter areas with
different demographics
i feel like i have the last word when i cite a newspaper’s pie-chart graphics

where the sun never sets on the video cassettes
that re-built this nation’s pride
where the DVD’s and the BluRay discs are always at your side

hail to thee, model home flag!
bless celebrities in the pop-up ads
they are bidding me to pick which one is which
i always win whiche’er i click

high fructose syrup made out of corn is the staple of a good man’s dietary supplement
i fill out my frequent-flyer forms with a TOPOMAX(c) pen built of complimentary plastic

where the sun always shines on the cul-de-sac shores
they are re-paved and divine
where the fun never lets up
settle old scores by gambling on-line

hail to thee, model home flag
bless the applebee’s on the off-ramp drag
and the halogen headlights i consume
and hold in my hear til e’er exhumed
Track Name: INTERACTIVE ROMANCE
haircuts can indicate personality,
watch for the distinct patterns
meeting a stranger is such a mystery
that i search for the things that matter
on the very first date she’ll seem like a catch
but why risk confrontation?
the romantic database finds me a match
for my limited expectation
normally i’d never ever do this type of thing
but i haven’t had much luck dating
all my friends are in serious relationships
so what’s the point in waiting?
a meaningful bond and compatibility are
mouse-clicks at my ease
and the first time user can readily abscond all applicable fees

everybody’s doing it nowawadays in a user-friendly layout
there’s a little bit of charm in the old blind date
but no gauranteed payout
the old-fashioned date is a lot like a dial-up pixelated image
the flaws in your mate will not show up til well within your visage
and then it will be too late.

earning potential is the measure of a man as much as
his hair care product brand
no cash down and a new car smell cannot replace intellectual wealth
Track Name: NEW FLESH
i don't care if you cut me
i won't feel a thing
i don't care if you burn me
my body is not me

i am contained within my brain
i will never be the same as my flesh

all the thoughts that i have
thats all that i am
all the thoughts that i don't have
thats not who i am

i am contained within my brain
i will never be the same as my flesh

i'm not my arms i'm not my legs i'm not my heart i'm not my eggs
i'm not my bones i'm not my face i'm not my blood i take up no space

you can try to destroy me
but i can never die
my thoughts live without me
i'd like to see you give it a try

i am contained within my brain
i will never be the same as my flesh




co-written with david allen
Track Name: ARTHUR
everyday when your walkin down the street
everybody that you meet has an original point of view
and i said, "hey! what a wonderful kind of day,
when we can learn to work and play,
and get along with each other!"

listen to your heart listen to the rhythm
listen to the beat the rhythm of your street

open up your eyes and open up ears get together to make things better

its a simple message and it comes from the heart:
believe in yourself, thats the place to start

and i said, "hey! what a wonderful kind of day,
when we can learn to work and play, and get along with each other!"

listen to the rhythm
the rhythm of the street
listen to the back-beat, that's my girl francine
on the playground after school we be smokin' that green
yr motion's overruled this is now a crime scene
take a bible, and show you what god really meant
take your face and rub it on a barb-wired fence
strange fruit swingin from the poplar trees
hit you with a bat til we eat the candy
it’s a simple message -- it comes from a gun
your brains on the ground, body count number one
Track Name: WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
our world is penned in brown ink
our faces do not exist
you assumed that bees cannot think
let me fill you in on something you’ve missed

WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
PIETER BRUEGEL ELDER
HE IS OUR CREATOR

simple men scared off their feet
find them in hickory trees
beekeepers doin’ their jobs
movin all that honey to the mobs

WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
OUR FACES ARE COVEREDWE DO NOT EAT SUPPER

we play with the fate of mankind
we do not eat their food
its not a matter of taste
your food is a waste.

WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
WE ARE A PART OF THE HIVE
THE HIVE WILL NEVER DIE

WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
BEEKEEPING IS THE RAGE
WORKING FOR MINIMUM WAGE

you think i am holding the basket
but i am really part of the basket
beekeepers love their work
beekeepers like to work

WE ARE THE BEEKEEPERS
BzZ Bz Bz bzzz BZ Buzz
Track Name: BILL'S BLACK MOODS
open up the door

open up the door let me in

open up the door

open up the door let me out 2x


everything i own i keep in a storage bin

everything i do, i do on TIME, on TIME



sometimes bill is given to his black moods

what can i say that he will listen to?



what is bill looking at?

what is that in his hands?

where is he walking to and what is that look in his x4
Track Name: LET'S GET OUT OF HERE
i have a name i do not know
i have a name that i’ve never been told
i have a song
i have a voice
they were forced on me and its not my choice
i have a plan
i’ll tell it to you
don’t tell the others
i’ll know if you do
there is no time
there is no space
we have not got but a minute to waste
i have a job
i have a wife
my own jacuzzi and two car garage
so let’s get out of here

there was a time i was like you
there was a time that i was just like you
never again, now i have changed
never again will i be the same
the parts that i had, they were so old
it’s quite a task to recast the mold
but with some time, i will be new
what i envision will become the truth
there is no time there is no space
we have got but a minute to waste
i have a job
i have a wife
my own jacuzzi and two car garage
so let’s get out of here
oh let’s get out of here
let’s get out of here
Track Name: BASE JUMPER
in the back of my mind, you will find all the things
i tried to say on that fateful day
when you tried to base-jump off hard rock cafe
in downtown LA

okay, it was detrimental for me to get too sentimental over the loss of one contestant,
thats why we signed a waiver

this is worse than the time when beth tried to sky dive while shooting falling animals, all of them parachuting.

walking away
from your grave
mistake-
adult braces, (metal faces, if you will)
and i won’t
be voting for him
he’s been eliminated from this great series of
unfortunate eventual
death of famousness (it’s fleeting)
fading into club appearances

just outside of the mall,
at a chili’s we’re all gathered here
i lied to the waitress, i told her it was my birthday
for the free cake
Track Name: PROPHECY
don’t trust him, he’s a man
tries to decieve
you can’t trust him
he’s got dirt on his face
he’s makin a tour of the local city-states
spreading apostasy
making apostates

i’ve got something to say
if you don’t believe what i say
then you should reconsider your position.

why?

because eternity’s at stake

prophecy
it’s a dirty business

we’re makin’ a clean-sweep

we’re in it for the money

it’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta save you


salvation is a business