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Bacchae

by Bacchae

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1.
Dig 02:50
Lover come back to me; Leave me in agony; Grant me some ecstasy Before I go drown” “Death is a small wish For sweating in avarice” Cool hands and cold lips Are all I have now My heart is an ocean Devoid of devotion I have no sympathy For ships lost at sea So lover, come back to me, Leave me in agony; Take all the air I breathe Before I go drown Use me up! Tear me down! Use me up! Tear me down! Will it heal me, will it kill me? Will it fulfill or destroy me? I guess it's over now. Will it heal me, will it kill me? Will it fulfill or destroy me? I guess it's over now. Marry, fuck or kill me later ride it like an elevator; we drop a level down My heart is like a laboratory: I get high when you ignore me; I'm only trying it out My body is a superfund site: dumping ground for all of your spite; nobody goes there now Thick and sticky like a tarpit, Guinea pig for corporate profit Know what I'm talking about? Use me up! Tear me down! Use me up! Tear me down! Will it heal me, will it kill me? Will it fulfill or destroy me? I guess it's over now. Will it heal me, will it kill me? Will it fulfill or destroy me? I guess it's over now. Use me up! Tear me down! Will it heal me, will it kill me? Will it fulfill or destroy me? I guess it's over now.
2.
Prick 02:07
I'll kill him He hurted you He haunts you still Like fire, bacteria He burns your will Hour after hour The bottom of the bottle The rattle of your keys As they're falling on the floor You can never drown it Make the taste erase itself The memory continues Even though you're not a child I'll kill him He hurted you He haunts you still Like fire, bacteria He burns your will Royals trapped in towers A knight is coming after The shackles of the sheets When the night is looming near In your thoughts he breaks you But in my dreams we crush him The shadow of the loser falls; You're running up that hill I'll kill him He hurted you He haunts you still Like fire, bacteria He burns your will
3.
Burn 02:12
I think I've been in love with you all year And it hurts me Tell me how you feel, I'm ready, here: You can burn me I can close my eyes to touch this match When you light it I am on my knees and loving it; I've decided Everyday, the agony is brilliant And I’m too old for such a situation Everyday, I spend the hours waiting For the end of this infatuation. You know I cannot breathe when you come near: You make me panic The atmosphere is too thin over here; I can’t land it I can’t wait to make this crash and burn (Heart is pounding) Clear the way, I’ll steer this ship around; I’m coming in for landing Everyday, the agony is brilliant And I’m too old for such a situation Everyday, I spend the hours waiting For the end of this infatuation.
4.
Pressure 02:49
What is it that's calling you to this other city? Beckoning your body; it's relentless in its calling. Freedom of seduction: we're so green we barely function; It's another summer passing, but our youth is everlasting! We're getting older now Feels like we're missing out The fear comes rolling in; Like tide, slides out again. Trying all the time Trying all the time So much pressure to be positive; Trying all the time Friendship is deceiving; That's what I've been believing Everybody's leaving, oh I'm aimless and I'm aging Don't tell me that it's unfair I hate it when you go there Forever be reminded That the past descends behind us We're getting older now Feels like we're missing out The fear comes rolling in; Like tide, slides out again. Trying all the time Trying all the time So much pressure to be positive; Trying all the time
5.
Read 03:56
I am not your inspiration I am not your waiting muse I won’t indulge this conversation I'm not here for you to use Guys like you like Charles Bukowski: Yearning for a misspent youth. Your midlife crisis panacea is Not me and you knocking boots! You think than you can put me down To get me hot and fuck around, But I am rubber, you are glue: The shit you blow comes back to you. You hate your wife, you hate your kids Your underwear is full of skids You think you’ll sweep me off my feet; You think your heart is really deep. Condescension in your eyes: A look your smile cannot disguise In your mind I’m lying prone; Let me read my book alone Let me read my book alone, oh Let me read my book alone P-U-A F-U-C-K, look, Let me read my fucking book! Your toxic masculinity is not a pheromone to me You’re just a bother and a bore, And no one’s told you so before! Read my lips, I’ll tell you now: Your words are sick; your face is foul I think it’s time this asshole knew: I do not exist for you! Condescension in your eyes: A look your smile cannot disguise In your mind I’m lying prone; Let me read my book alone Let me read my book alone, oh Let me read my book alone P-U-A F-U-C-K, look, Let me read my fucking book!

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Washington Post, June 2018: www.washingtonpost.com/goingoutguide/music/bacchaes-punk-rock-anti-style-starts-in-the-streets/2018/06/26/a1f6725c-7403-11e8-b4b7-308400242c2e_story.html?

"The newest EP from one of D.C.’s most prolific post-punk ensembles doesn’t rip; it bites. These five songs expand on the band’s knack for tight riffs, catchy grooves, and no-fucks-given attitude, with singer/keyboardist Katie McD’s vicious lyrics and taut vocals commanding you to not just listen, but to pay attention."
Matt Cohen, June 2018, Washington City Paper
www.washingtoncitypaper.com/arts/music/blog/21008384/the-scene-report-bacchae-luke-stewart-antonia-and-more

"Bacchae just released their new self-titled EP, and it’s a giddy, melodic pileup of new-wave sonics, postpunk ferocity, and all-out hooks."
Tom Breihan, April 2018, Stereogum
www.stereogum.com/1991358/stream-bacchaes-self-titled-ep/music/album-stream/


Recorded and mixed by Carni Klirs.
Mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios.
Auxiliary percussion, acoustic guitar, and production by Rosendo Flores.

Katie McD — Vox + keys
Rena Hagins — Bass + Vox
Eileen O'Grady — Drums
Andrew Breiner — Guitar

Bacchae, pronounced Bock·Eye, are a post-punk band from Washington, D.C.

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released April 13, 2018

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Bacchae Washington, D.C.

Bacchae, pronounced Bock·Eye, are a punk band from Washington, D.C.

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