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Metro Expo

Metro Expo I (2015)

1. What is going on ?   

What is going on ?                         
I can’t feel a thing.
But I’m still shaking
What is going on ?                    
The river now seems frozen
And the wind is dead
 
In isolation and perpetual mutism
Stands the answer to the suffered sadism
I must close the gates of the park
Avoid amusements
And put out the sparks

What is going on ?
Does this world get smaller
While the lights shut down
What is going on ?
Seasons look like winters
Sad as leaves on the ground

Mesmerized by an unreal messiah
To reconstruct an unexistant future
Forever stuck in boring hotel corridors
Banging like a madman on all the closed doors

What is going on ?

Why can’t I get no sleep ?

Smash the window
Confirm inutility

I can feel you hidden behind the window
I can feel your will to make me fall
When will I see you ?
When will I fight you ?
Is there one day I’ll be sure enough to know...

What is going on ?
I want you to tell me what is going wrong
I must be going insane, going insane   

Crossing the desert mustn’t be an affliction
It’s surely better than develop any addiction
I must take this road now
This is the right time, and I’ll finally find out

What is going on ?
I want you to tell me what have I done wrong
I must be going insane, going insane.

Confirm the inutility of the understudy’s wishes
Ignore all the gratitude from those who’ll create messes
No more ghosts to try to satisfy
They’ll come back haunting you the day you’ll die.

What is going on ?
I want you to tell me where did it go wrong
I’m sure I’m going insane, going insane.

From now, you’re mine
I steal your mind
No, I won’t be kind
This will be fine
This is just a beginning
This is just a beginning
You can start whining
Start whining !!

Nothing’s going on
I smashed the window, nothing’s going wrong
For sure, I’ll drive you insane
Drive you insane

This is just the beginning.

 

2.You’ve stolen millions

                                                                                                        
Seven days a week
I’ve undergone the sight of your hanging balls
The sight of you in sleeveless camisoles
I’ve made my way now
A good as it could ever really be
And never one day off

For years you’ve been weak
You were stupid up to tune down the song
And most of all, you were headstrong

You blew your last chance again years ago
And you kicked me out of your hell
I should’ve been thanking you and understand
No I can’t, now think by yourself

I can feel it
I can feel it coming

You’ve stolen millions
You’ve stolen my goal

When you turned the TV on
It was always for watching bad porn
Or even worse, German pop shows
Had so many plays, and no buffer memory
Between fits of anger

Your child now lives in a mirror
He’s got nowhere else to hide
You don’t care at all
Don’t care ‘bout that wasted time
I don’t care at all

 

 

3. Waiting for a war

I’m sitting here, watching the clock, its ticking
I have that feeling I’ve been here before                           
In a cave, I love to hide in
Silently waiting
Waiting for a war

I’m sitting here, watching children playing
I have that feeling I’ve been here before
In the cave, I love to hide in
Silently waiting
Waiting for a war

You’ll trip on the way out
And you will bleed tears
The eyes on the watch, the head in the helmet.
You’ll trip on the way out
And you will bleed tears
Eyes on the watch and head in the helmet !

In a cave, I love to hide in
Silently waiting
Waiting for a war

I’m sitting here, watching the sad remainings
I have that feeling I’ve seen this before
In a cave, I love to hide in
Silently waiting
Waiting for a war

Yet in the cave evil’s been walled in
I’m still waiting
Waiting for a war.

 

 

4. Out of sight             

I walk down the alleys of my private park                          
With a gun in my hand, ready to shoot those dogs who bark
And leave no mark
Then I’ll fix the holes they made in the fence
And prevent the next attack with bricks and sand
I’m right

Hey, can’t you see I’ve drawn an invisible line ?
And a bell would ring if someone’s walking by
So let’s spend this whole day
Remaining secret
And keep out of sight

All your science won’t affect me anymore
I decide that two plus three makes four
That’s my score
Lazy birds really can’t have wings
They’re just moving on broken strings
That I sawed
Yes I sawed ‘em

Hey, what’s this army of Elvis look alikes ?
They want to grab me and force to break the strike
It’s too late I’m afraid
I’ll remain secret
I keep out of sight
Yes, I’m right !

 

 

5. Nothing here’s real                      

I don’t wanna have fun
Out of this dream, nothing here’s real
Take me
So take me away

Out of this dream, nothing here’s real
Nothing
Out of this dream, nothing here’s real
Nothing here’s real

So take me away !!
Away !!

 

 

6. Come to me    

Behind the curtain a shadow lounges around
Gazing at me while I lie on the ground
I can’t explain why I just feel so lost
I want to touch, no matter what it costs

Would you come to me ?
Please come to me
I’ll let the sun shine through
So, will you come to me ?                            
Will you come to me ?
‘cos I won’t come to you

Will you lead me to the fire ?

When will you lead me to the fire ?

So, will you come to me ?
Please come to me
And let the sun shine through
So, will you come to me ?
Please come to me
‘cos I can’t come to you.

 

 

7. While you look away.

Have you seen that silicon doll ?
Will you spread her words ?
Have you filled that football poll                          
On the newspaper ?
Have you yet chosen your next car
Or the fast-food for tonight ?
May you be the next empty star
That we make shine bright

While you look away
You look away
You miss the real show
The screen of smoke is now so close
But the breath’s too short to blow
And do deny you’re compromized
It’s for your own well
While look away, you look away
You damp that stupid bell

Have you booked your own paradize ?
Where you’ll experiment being paralized
Wet T-shirts contests by the pool
And a purge on some bitches you fooled
Have you paid all your fees ?
Have you finished climbing on trees ?
Good ! Now, repeat after me : “Well, I’m free”.

Why do you look away ?
You look away
You miss the real show
The screen of smoke is now so close
But the breath’s too short to blow
Now do deny you’re compromized
It’s for your own well
While look away, you look away
Damp that stupid bell !

 

 

8. The Shore

My work here is done
Enough creepy memories
I have to leave you now that I used you
You have nothing left to give

You’ll feel empty
You’ll feel sorry
You’ll feel ugly
You’ll feel hazy
You’ll feel guilty
You’ll feel lonely
You’ll feel crazy
All this without me

Soon you will slowly reach the shore (Like for a goodbye sex, there will be nothing next)
Soon you will slowly reach the shore

Old and weak, you can barely speak
About the soul I’ve occupied
Can you feel the poisoned stream
Flowing out of your mind ?

Soon you will slowly reach the shore (Just like a goodbye sex, expect nothing next)
Soon you will slowly reach the shore
And you’ll be alone (off:Sucker !)

You’ll reach the shore

Confirm the inutility of the understudy’s wishes
Ignore all the gratitude from those who’ll create messes
No more ghosts to try to satisfy
They’ll come back haunting you the day you’ll die

 

 

9. Inertia      

The train of thoughts stopped rolling down the hill
By the power of inertia
Many walkers have been killed
So, bless the power of inertia

Out of the cave where evil’s buried
I can’t still be waiting anymore                   

The frozen river now gently flows
By the power of inertia
Winters pass, and seasons go
Bless the power of inertia

Don’t be scared of your last journey
Don’t be afraid
Wait no more

Nothingness will float above the wind
You’re so welcome, inertia
Nothingness still can’t be thinned
Despite the power of inertia

May this wheelchair stand the weight of an empty shell
And bring it to the lake
Hope for a sandy shore and draw there happy faces
They’ll come through the hazes of inertia

 

 

10. The Swan lullaby

I…I wish it never happened
But it happened anyway
I... I’m not sure this really happened

It’s been quite a long road
That I finally made
I just passed the last crossroad
It’s now straight ahead
Just follow the guiding light
And walk away

My eyes, remain open
For another while
I remind this pretty song
And give it a smile
Just follow the guiding light
And fly away

I waited my whole life for the Swan Lullaby
And the enchanted light tells me I feel alright
I feel fine

I... I wish it never happened

You, my sweet angel, are waiting for me
Please come to me
I’m ready to share my eternity
Please come to me
So my beliefs finally come true
I will come to you
I really cant’ wait to join you
I will come to you
I will come to you

The theme’s getting clear
That’s what I want to hear
I can figure it out, and wait for the shout : “You can fly”
I’m sure it will be worthy, and the ghosts will arrive
Sing this so pretty Swan Lullaby
‘cos I die... Yes I die

“You can fly...”
Good bye

Credits ME1

Written, mixed & produced by Fred Marcoty @ MDB Studio.

All vocals & instruments performed by Fred Marcoty

Mastered by Jason Rowan @ Red Cherry Audio

 

Tracks 6 & 10 : Jennifer Pederson (Angel voice)

Tracks 6 & 7 : Bruno Herzet (saxophones)

Track 8 : BobbyBass & Shenakahra (spoken voices)

Track 9 : Aline Etienne-George (clarinet)

 

Illustrations by Thiago Ladislau dos Santos.

Photograph : Chloé Marcoty

CD sleeve design : Malika Messaoudi

Credits ME 2

Written, recorded, mixed and produced @ MDB Studio (Liège, Belgium) by Fred Marcoty between February and December
2020. Story by Fred Marcoty and developed by Aline Etienne-George.


All vocals and instruments performed by Fred Marcoty except 
Bruno Herzet : Section saxophones on all tracks
Jean-Claude Petitjean : Guitar solo on track 7
Georges Hermans : Piano on track 6 and some Organ on track 7.
Olivier Collinet : French horn on Tracks 1 & 10
BobbyBass : Spoken voice on track 6
Dmitry Karev : Accordion on Tracks 2 & 10
Rowan : Flute on Track 4
Front cover designed by Shinji, Illustrations by Thiago Ladislau dos Santos
Contact: metroexpodecalogy@gmail.com
Also available on Spotify, iTunes, Deezer, Youtube, Bandcamp and many more.

Metro Expo 2 (2021)

On a planet far away, people are living a dull life. All suffer from the same illness, anhedonia. They do not feel emotions, no sadness and no anger, but no joy either, they do not feel grief, but do not appreciate the miracle of birth. Not knowing evil,
they cannot appreciate goodness.
On their planet, they breathe Ethanol. The weather remains the same all year long, not good, but not bad either, as dull as the rest.
They were given a mean to travel through the Galaxy. Nobody knows from where or by whom, and they are still learning how.
Tired of their condition, knowing there is something missing in their life and incapable of finding what, they decided to use
the technology provided to them. They sent spies through space to collect the information they need to find the missing piece.
This is Ee12563’s story, one of those spies.
Ee12563 is teleported to a planet, in the middle of a desert.
The air is thick and he has trouble breathing. Thinking the atmosphere is unfriendly, he takes Ethanol capsules that were
given to him for that specific purpose. He doesn’t know that the problem is actually the hot air. He doesn’t need the
capsules. But, the combination of local air and his Ethanol pills has a drowsy effect on him. He is drunk on air.
On his wrist, Ee12563 has a device. He can connect it to things or people and get information, but it also serve as a GPS to
give him directions on where he has to go and the stops he has to take, to the top of the mountain that can be seen on the
horizon. That is where his people will pick him up in 2 weeks. The device will also alert him when he has to be ready for it.
What he doesn’t know is that his device is also a bug that allows the others to follow him and know all about his actions.


1. The Mountain 


I've been dropped here
Against my will
With my device
And a bag full of pills
This overwhelming heat makes me feel ill
So I swallow a yellow pastille
And I have a chill
I've been dropped here
On my own
Start my device
First steps in the unknown
Medication helps me feeling like a newborn
The sooner the mission starts
The sooner I'll be back home


Let's go to the mountain
Let's climb to the top
Let's go to the mountain
Before these feelings stop
Let's go to the mountain
And have a good pill
Soon you will attack the steepest side of the hill
Let's go to the mountain
Let's climb to the top
Let's go to the mountain
Before these feelings stop
Let's go to the mountain
And have a deep whiff
Soon you will attack the steepest side of the cliff


A pile of bones
Laying in the sand
Holds a paper
In what used to be a hand
I know these signs
I do comprehend
But how did it get here ?
I really don't understand


Don't go to the mountain
Don't climb to the top
Don't go to the mountain
Maybe you should stop
Don't go to the mountain
Have some pills
This muddy path you're taking
Leads to a certain kill


Just forget the mountain
Just forget the top
Just forget everything
You'll be living in a swamp
Just forget the mountain
Have some pills
This muddy path you're taking
Leads to a certain kill
Just forget the mountain
Just forget the top
Just forget everything
You'll be living in a swamp
Just forget the mountain
Have some pills
You'd better stop right here 
Or someday you will pay the bill

 


Ee12563 has reached his first goal, a small country town, where a funfair is going on, with its carnival freaks.
As his mission dictates, he cannot interact with the people from this planet. But in his current drunken state, he forgets about this rule.


2. Merry-Go-Round


After a few days of walking
I reach the first point of the map
Who will I be stalking?
What will be the trap?
There is a fair in town
Kids are rushing behind their hoops
The bearded lady has a crown
And the hillbillies shoot


There's no sound
On the merry-go-round
Wooden horses slide
Up and down, up and down
And go for another round
There's no sound
On the merry-go-round
And the circular floor
Is spinning more and more
So much more, much more than before


Patrons and vendors in a tent
Grab each other's shoulders and dance
The bartender's wife makes them chant
Guess they're all good old friends
Meanwhile, I gathered the kiddoes
I suggested we go hook rubber ducks
An invitation to "the Torpedo"
Then they scattered, in a panic-struck


I hear a crowd
Near the merry-go-round
I see torches on fire
Going up, going down
And pitchforks are shaken around
Hear the crowd
Near the merry-go-round
And the circular floor doesn't spin anymore
It seems I'm not welcome, for sure


I can feel those angry eyes laying on me
My attitude has been mistaken
I can't claim my innocence, villagers lost their sense
Their behaviour push me to run
And run
And run


Ooh, my head pounds
Hurry up, don't fall down
Leave behind this crazy town
Lose that crowd, no more merry-go-round
No more circular floor, no more esprit de corps
Move on to the next step, the next door.


Ee12563 just inadvertently used the very symbols that evokes depraved sexuality.
After his episode with the angry crowd, a few days later he arrives in very small village.
On the street, there are a dozen liquor stores, and only liquor stores. On the porch of each is an old man in a rocking chair, sleeping.
In this village, the old men almost always sleep. When they don’t, they buy each other’s merchandise, they drink, and they sleep, then buy and drink, and sleep again.
The only event that can disrupt this circle is happening every Monday. On that day, they get their stores deliveries. They also get new residents, 2 or 3 each Monday, to replace the old men that will die on that same day.
One of these old men sleeping on his porch, in his rocking chair, intrigues Ee12563, who gets to him, and connects his device. He wants to know what brought him here, his story. He gets his thoughts, of a disappointed man, but before he can get more, the old man wakes up, disturbed in his sleep by this device that was clumsily connected to him.
So the grumpy old man shares his story himself. He was born the sixth child in a poor family, with a mother too tired to care for him, and a father whose only goal was to reach the bottom of a gin bottle. He grew up to get a job as a garbage man,
and entered a loveless marriage. He never had children, and regretted it. When he got older, he first lost his wife, which did not affect him, then retired from his job. He had no more use, as a person, or as a worker, so he was sent to this place, as he was no longer useful to the society, no more wanted. Like any other man, he came to this world, gave his share to the community, then was let go.


3. Old men sleeping 


Old men sleeping
Sitting on the porch
On squeaky old chairs rocking back and forth
Old men sleeping, keeping off the sun scorch
Long white beards, and heavy snores
I wonder how they arrived here
I have to know a little more
Old men sleeping what took you so long
To reach the place where you belong?


What do you want from me?
Why did you wake me up?
I can't help, my store's empty
Are you the new delivery guy
Is this Monday, is this the time?
Come on in or walk on by
I've been through so many hurdles
And now I’m helpless and need to rest
I'm just an old man sleeping
Crying on his own
This is the place where I belong


You’ve traveled so far and endured so much here
Life's been just a bitch, now you're bored
Poor old man sleeping
It took you so long
To reach the place where you belong
Ooh, I can't reach the bottom line
Old man, tell me what’s on your mind


After leaving the old men’s village, Ee12563 takes some time to pounder. Sitting under a tree, he consults his device, wanting to learn if this is it, or if he can hope for better from this planet. But the device doesn’t work, it keeps looping without giving any information. He starts thinking about what he had before coming to this planet, and starts to miss his anhedonia. All the experiences so far, the angry mob, the depressed grumpy old man… He does not understand how one would want to feel those feelings. It is so much simpler to not feel at all.
Still sitting there, he sees a few big colourful birds chirping at each other, clumsily bickering at each other. He finds it kind of funny, and it gives him hope on what else he could find on this planet.
The birds slowly come to him then he follows them to a city, dancing along as they fly low. He can see a few skyscrapers, and knows this is where he has to go next.


4. Anhedonia 


I've just escaped, taken two to fluff my feathers
In this landscape, I'll be later moving further
Hear the glowing birds that tattle around
Once bitten, twice shy. Settle down.


Sweet anhedonia
You've been my best friend for so many years now
No pain no joy
Together, we're kicking stones on empty roads
Till the fate comes

And it won't take long


In the distance, despite the darkness
The shape of skyscrapers is what I clearly guess
I'll be there by tomorrow, I can sense the stress
And maybe a touch of sorrow, I must confess


At dawn, he arrives to the doors of a city. The birds instantly fly away. Tiredly, he looks around, and all he sees is grey.
Concrete walls on tall buildings, with the streets laid in a square setting. He walks these streets absently. At dawn, there are night workers going home, hookers, strippers, and other pleasure workers. He stays there, then some time after he sees
businessmen running to their work towers, all suited up with each a small briefcase, while women are chatting with each other, or scrutinizing their phone, surrounded by shopping bags.


5. The Wrong Side Of The Street 


Tap dancing in slippers
On a wet concrete floor
Only crossing strippers
And many cheap whores
I feel loads of poverty, and not much heartbeat
Maybe I'm walking on the wrong side of the street


Business men in fine trousers
Running to their desks
Women in ivory towers
Living in such a mess
I feel greed and venality, still no heartbeat
Maybe I'm walking on the wrong side of the street


A coin tingles in a tin can
But I have nothing to buy
Monkeys dancing while they can
Under the threatening sky
Guess I'm always, and I'll always be
Walking on the wrong side of the street


A car crash on some avenue
The driver looks like scrambled eggs
Plastic surgeons start pushing through
To fix his nose before his legs
I feel these shadows as I search for the heartbeat
And I'm walking on the wrong side of the street


Fake chest; fake lips; fake tan
Fake food to spit it out
Fake smiles; fake conversations
Am I really on the right route?
Fake teeth, fake butt, fake hair, fake nose
You look like a fucking trout
(Is this what life 's about?)


Coins tingling in a tin can
Still I got nothing to buy
Sick to their stomachs
From the processed pesticides
That's why I’m always and I'll always be
Walking on the wrong side of the Street


Hours later, he walks on to people pushing small carts, all trying to get to the same door, yelling, to get to the same item all of them want. He has arrived in a mall, on a Sale day. Near is a music store, where he picks up a banjo and starts playing a song from back home. He thinks he’s talented, and gets the right notes, that everybody will love his music. But his judgment is still impaired, and it does not go that well. His tune is wrong, and people just hate it, he is thrown out rather quickly.


6. Cheesy Tunes At The Mall 


I like playing cheesy tunes at the mall
Between the TV store and the groceries down the hall
I got a brand new megaphone
I got fat Bob on the trombone
I like playing cheesy tunes at the mall


Sometimes I play cheesy tunes on a stage
I can hire some guys at the minimum wage
I got Bill on the saxophone
So glad he picked up his phone


I like playing cheesy tunes on a stage
I like playing cheesy tunes on a stage
Even if sometimes the audience is over aged
I got Ahmed on the Trumpet
He's not the best that I could get
Bring it on, dude, you just live in my head


I'd rather be playing cheesy tunes in a stadium
With a big band blowing
And pretty girls flashing their bosom
But there's not much I can do
It's always the same shit playing through.
I give up, I go back playing at the mall


He leaves the mall and the city to continue on his road, going back to the country, his banjo still in hand. That is when he encounters a kid sitting on a bench, trying himself to play the guitar, but getting frustrated as he cannot succeed.
Ee12563 feels sad for him, so he decides to teach him his song from back home. That is the song that will help him get famous, but ultimately bring his end.


7. Homeland Rock


A young lad on a bench
Crying with a stringed plank
Struggling hard to forge his wrench
But seems it will never crank
Getting closer to him now
Just wanna give a hand
He said he was waiting for the bus
Going for a promised land


I give some tips and tricks
I've learned many years ago
Provide a ton of bricks
To construct his own condo
Gotta find some lyrics
Based on his short life
It will do the trick
If they can cut like a knife


I don't know what can go wrong
Just helping a poor kid finish a song
I don't see what can go wrong


Give yourself to the world
Go all in for the homeland rock
You can't remain unheard
Go all in for the homeland rock


The headlights of the bus
Are coming right for us
Time to say goodbye
No more time to discuss


Show me some tail lights
Have the best of luck
I hope you will do fine
I hope you'll never suck


A dead lad on a bench
In a sordid cul-de-sac
A coroner with a trench coat
Closing a body bag


Couldn't stand the sudden fame?
There was no turning back
Consumed by the flame
The needle was such a wrack


I don't know what can go wrong
Just helping a poor kid finish a song
I don't see what can go wrong


Give yourself to the world
Go all in for the homeland rock
You can't remain unheard
Go all in for the homeland rock


When the kid left on a bus, Ee12563 looks around then sees a field. Connecting his device on a fence, it tells him this was a cotton field, harvested in the past by slaves. The device also shows him that not so long ago, a great war took place here, from which prisoners were enrolled to build munitions. Ee now knows that on this planet, people enslaved others. He realizes what slavery is, but this does not surprise him, he knows now what the people of this planet are capable of, and that all can be the slave of something.


8. Ghost In A Field


You've never been in fields
Never been in prison
Never used a shield
Never experienced treason
You were born on the safe side of the fence
Found everything alright
For others, in a sense,
It's been just an endless night


Tell me how you'd feel
If you were involved in a fight
For a so called better ideal
And no one's really right
Too much white noise playing loud in your head
And it's broadcasted worldwide
How could you picture the threat?
Yet you must pick a side

I am...


Here I am
Here I am


In a wooden shed with barbed wire
You're filling ammunition with black powder
You help to heat up the fire
Secretingly increasing the power
And you expect some day someone saves you
Leads you to the other side
It will be nothing but another fool
Don't worry you will still abide
I am...


Ghost in a field
Ghost in prison
Ghost without a shield
Shame for many reasons
I have to roam, have to run for another mile
Run against the clock
And I certainly won't lie
This place is a laughing stock
I am...


His travels bring him to the end of the road, down the mountain where he will be picked up by his people. There is a chalet, where he decides to rest for a bit. Here comes a very pretty girl who also wants to rest from her own travel. She is the first
person to happily engage conversation with him, and they get along well. She makes him try some alcohol she had on her, and he makes her try his pills.
Drunk from the Ethanol, the girl becomes really friendly and tries to enlace Ee12563 in her arms, but he doesn’t understand it that way, thinks she’s attacking him, and defending himself, he strangles her.
This exhausts him and he falls in a trance that sends him walking on the mountain. Waking up, it’s cold, there is snow, it is dark as the night has fallen, and he’s lost, bruised, and his clothes are torn, but he cannot remember what happened. His
device is beeping, sign that his people are waiting for him and are there to get him home.


9. Black Hole 


Don’t know what I’m doing here
My bare feet on the freezing road
How did my bag get so empty?
And there's no way I can reload


I'm so wasted
Where have I been?


Where has my mind been lately?
I'm in the middle of nowhere now
The clouds shaped like hypnotic memories
Out of pick me ups to get me off the ground


I'm so wasted
Where have I been?

And this device ringing!


I'm so wasted, can't leave the black hole
I know I'm alive but I don't feel fine
I'm so wasted, trapped in the black hole
I can't remember
I don't recall
And this thing ringing!


Those bruises on my fists
Scratches around my neck
And my head in the mist
Feeling so erratic
Feeling so lost
But I can't remain static
And this crap ringing!


I'm so wasted, trapped in the black hole
I know I'm alive but I don't feel fine
I'm so wasted, stuck in the black hole
I can't remember
I don't recall
Please stop ringing!


I'm so wasted, locked in the black hole
I don't remember, I don't recall
I'm so wasted, stuck in the black hole
I won't remember
No I won't remember
What the hell have I done?


He has arrived to the top of the mountain, beyond exhaustion. His people gets his device and sees the information he has gathered. But this is not what they want, there is not the missing piece they are looking for, and what they are looking at
now, they do not like, they also do not like that Ee12563 killed two people, one without his knowledge, but the other deliberately. They do not want to get this back to their world.
He wants them to understand that he is innocent, that none of this was his fault, but his people do not want to hear it. What they agree to do is leave him here, as the “Brewer Man”, an imaginary monster that can affray this planet’s people.
But the Brewer Man does not affray anyone; he’s making people laugh instead. The Brewer Man does not see that, he does think he is terrifying, and decides to travel back to where he came from, in the desert, scaring along the way the people that
wronged him.


10. The Brewerman 


I've been left on this giant dumpster
There was no way for me to catch that flight
Seems I've committed murder, seems I wasn't that bright
There has been no sort of agreement to apply


Watch out for the Brewerman
He'll rip off your soul, he doesn't care at all
You better save your bones cause he can fly or crawl


I've been turned into some kind of monster
A spooky creature terrorizing at night
I ride a magic barrel, I wear my apron as a cape
They will taste my beverage, since they cannot escape


Watch out for the Brewerman
He'll rip off your soul, he doesn't care at all
You better save your bones cause he can fly or crawl


You transformed me into an operetta villain
A sleazy has-been that never had his time
Like a speechless tenor that has to sing the bass
Come on, have a good laugh as I already rest my case


Watch out for the Brewerman
He'll rip off your soul, he doesn't care at all
You better save your bones cause he can fly or crawl


He'll rip off your soul, he doesn't care at all
He will follow you deep down the hole


A pile of bones laying in the sand
Holds a paper in what used to be a hand
I know these signs, I do comprehend
But how did it get here ?
I really don't understand


Knowing he is not scary, but ridicule, he comes back by the skeleton in the desert, sits, then writes a note that he keeps in his
hand, now waiting to die.

 

They've been here before...