Dictator

by Sirius Bee

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PRIMARY RECORDING FROM JANUARY TO NOVEMBER 2016. SOME INITIAL TRACKS FROM 2012-2015, FINISHED IN 2016.

ART DIRECTION:
BC HARRIS / EDWARD TEACH

©℗2016

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released November 9, 2016

PRODUCED BY SIRIUS BEE.

ALL SONGS WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY BC HARRIS.

©℗2016

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Track Name: Psychic Torture
PSYCHIC TORTURE

There’s no music worth listening to
There’s no art
There’s no progress
So you’re fake all the time
For an image
It’s a club
You do drugs
Just to keep up

Psychic torture
I know what you said
I know what you did
I know where you went


Psychic torture
I know where you slept
I want to forget
You feel no regret

Anybody’s everybody,
Lowlifes want to get high
Live to lie, live to cheat
Live to die in the street
From psychic torture

Somebody’s nobody
Left behind once you decide
Not to stay, not to leave
But just straight up deceive
With psychic torture

Don’t try / suicide
Gun-shy / do-or-die

Psychic torture
I know what you said
I know what you did
I know where you went


Psychic torture
I know where you slept
I want to forget
You feel no regret

Anybody’s everybody
They all wanna get high
And just text up the ex for some casual sex
And psychic torture

Somebody’s nobody
Sharing your scandalous thighs
Your bedpost doesn’t lie
You’ve no right to deny
My psychic torture
Track Name: It's Not Pretend
IT'S NOT PRETEND

Sitting here thinking that the world is gonna end
I want you naked in my bed
Naked in my bed and it’s not pretend

I like you
You’re so nice
We’re alive
We soon might die
Die die die die die die die

Sick of the falsity fantasy
Media masturbating fallacies
And you’re nice
So nice

I like you
You’re like me
We paid a price
Just to be free

Sitting here thinking that the world is gonna end
I want you naked in my bed
Naked in my bed and it’s not pretend

I want you naked in my bed
Naked in my bed and it’s not pretend
Track Name: Dictator
DICTATOR

Sometimes
I feel like my face is sagging
Sometimes
I feel so fat and unsupported

In the illusion of my day
I seek a dictator
Wordplay of whips and I’m on my way

Timestamp your photographer
On a new date
Optometrist astronomers
Made contact with a lens
Into a perfumed gas chamber
We faint

Warm sun cools
Where shadows fall
Learn what you can
Here we go again

Mack on a truck
Smack on your arm
Worms are waiting
Context matters she said
On and on
On and on

In the confusion of my day
I need a dictator
Rip-off my skin as my children play

Obsolete oceanographers
On a cruise ship
Social media emperors—
Here’s your chance to dominate
Porn star philosophers
Penetrate me

Warm sun cools
Where shadows fall
Learn what you can
Here we go again

Mack on a truck
Smack on your arm
Worms are waiting
Context matters she said
On and on
On and on
Track Name: What Will You Do?
WHAT WILL YOU DO?

What will you do
When the problem comes?

Will you run?
Will you hide?

If you hide
Where will you hide?

What will you do
When the bombs go off?

Living off the land
You gotta learn pretty quick
How to be a vegetarian
Track Name: Venus In Transit
VENUS IN TRANSIT


Toxin-rotten midnight dog
Sliding tote toddlers
All-nighter Rhode Island slog
Chiming pet poodle
Cell phone fire alarms

Venus in transit
Leaders are rancid
Venus in transit

Venus in transit
Seeds of elastic
Breed us fantastic

Show me what is wanted
Softly

Working in the midnight mines
Trying to make myself right
Breathing in the ocean
And yeah I’m dreaming of the boy again
Again again
Spiders under my skin

Venus in transit
Leaders are rancid
Venus in transit

Venus in transit
Seeds of elastic
Breed us fantastic

Show me what is wanted
Softly
Track Name: Who Needs Rights
WHO NEEDS RIGHTS

Who needs rights
Who needs fun
Who needs cops and who needs guns
Who needs cops and who needs guns

Who needs rights
Who needs trust
Who needs friends and who needs lust
Who needs friends and who needs lust

Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights

Well it’s all gonna blow any day now
Who needs a record deal
We’re all gonna be dust
So put your shitty music out
Hoping your ego will survive
For the future flesh payout
Who needs to bitch and who needs to whine
Drinking all day ’til your brain’s full of turpentine
You need to step aside
Wishing for situations beyond what is possible

Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Who needs rights
Track Name: You Turn Me On
YOU TURN ME ON

You turn me on, all the time
You turn me on, all the time
You turn me on, all the time
You turn me on, all the night

Sweet sexy devil from another time
If this is hell well then I guess it’s fine
I can’t get your body off my mind

You turn me on, outta sight
You turn me on, gotta make you mine
You turn me on, gonna make it right
You turn me on, do it do it do it all night
You turn me on, all the time
You turn me on, every night
You turn me on, do it do it all night
You turn me on
Track Name: I Expect Nothing In Return
I EXPECT NOTHING IN RETURN

I tried to write you a song
Only for your ears to hear
To make up for the times that I’m wrong
I’m hoping I can earn your trust
I only want to make you smile
And see you conquer all your fears
And maybe write you a poem
That doesn’t rhyme too much
Every time we talk on the phone
It seems like we always get burned

I expect nothing in return
I expect nothing in return

I don’t understand love
But I’d like to learn with you
I don’t expect a response
Even when the phone is a crutch
Maybe I’m not worth your time
If you’ve got better things to do
I don’t expect a reply
Just an occasional touch
No matter how hard I try
It’s nobody else’s concern

I expect nothing in return
I expect nothing in return
I expect nothing in return
I expect nothing in return
I expect nothing in return
I expect nothing in return
Track Name: Critical Condition
CRITICAL CONDITION

Full moon on the dock
But someone took the cream from my crop
Feeling all used up
Let’s drink to our relationship, on the rocks

You put your best shoes on
Hanging out with the know-it-all
Who has a backstage pass
And that’s the only kind of ass you want
Now that your feelings are gone

Last year is over, honey
We’ll never get it back it tonight
Why can’t you smile and hold me tight?
Why do we have to fight?

Just close your eyes
Visualize your life in a crystal ball
Before I get shipped off
Oh kiss me, kiss me one last time
Miss me once and for all