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Limbo

by The Beach Bats

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1.
Limbo 04:13
You’re an old soul, but your soul is growing slow. You’re living in limbo. You’re having a good time but you missed the boat and so You start to wonder, take a number. But I’m coming through, with a bottle or two. Going to lower the bar for you. Living free, how hard could it be to hit the road (tell me that you don’t know) Feeling good doesn’t wait for tomorrow Living in limbo I don’t care how No it doesn’t matter where we go as long as it’s now Your smokey eyes, it might be bad advice But I’m sick of thinking “wouldn’t it be nice?” Listen to the waves as they lap against your dreams Sweet erosion You’re bent over backwards for some guy you never see Tear drops falling on the ocean But I’m coming down, close to the coals Don’t you lower the bar on me Living free, how hard could it be to hit the road (tell me that you don’t know) Feeling good doesn’t wait for tomorrow Living in limbo
2.
Possessor 03:13
Sick orange lights, of the suburbs tonight Constellations come unbound, the breath of hell lays on the ground Screams collapse the silence, under evergreens An ancient style of violence that penetrates your dreams Fear rolls past, fear moves fast Open, Possession Into a madness, lines carved into the floor Invisible pathways, lead to your bedroom door Invisible hands, invisible plans Started again, when the spasms began Around the thing the weather’s bent now he’s wandering these streets by scent Borne from another order, curled up inside When something’s wearing you, there ain’t no place to hide Open, Possession Into a madness, I’m out on the weakest limb Invisible hands
3.
Funhouse 04:16
Tears flow down by accident The sound of his voice still makes you cry He grabs you through the stereo takes you to the house without windows Embers, poking holes into your clothes (Time Slows Down, The Sun Goes Down) Breathing heavy, funhouse got my brain I’m feeling heavy, funhouse got my brain Sleep into the afternoon If you’re feeling bad then you know it’s working good Down at the get-sick-quick or flying over the Pacific Happy in your head, in the land of the dead Feelings untrue, your head comes unscrewed, belong in a zoo, so what you gon do? What’s the time, not feeling right It’s 3am on Friday night Walk-through-walls, self-slamming doors We’re rolling on the funhouse floor You and all the things you rearrange Into my peripherals you fade away What’s the time the moon’s too bright It’s 6 in the morning, Friday night Walk-through-walls, self-slamming doors We’re rolling on the funhouse floor I’m so tired but I can’t fall asleep I guess I’ll haunt the house across the street
4.
Villainized, blue-lit eyes, wondering aloud Noise and steam, in the vacancy I leave Am I innocent? Or is it just my imagination? Did I make it harder for you? Is it better to be fed up than to sift all the possible from the never? Promises, that spark and fizz, between the silences The language arts, ringing ear to the bank vault (Envy, filtered through memory, back to me) Live with me in the memory Do you ever really wonder what you want? Do you ever really wonder what to say? Is our love limitless or is that just something that we say about us? Is it going to break us in two? Is it better to be fed up or pick the pieces back up and move on solo? Terror, forever
5.
Knockdown 04:41
Someone that I call me, running through the streets Chased by someone I call you Our misshapen destinies lie twisted by the breeze, and then buried in the leaves These portraits of better days, lie stacked up in my brain An indifferent haze, is now hanging in every room In the years we walked this floor, wishing we had more What was I wishing for? These broken bottle dreams Are you about to leave? How did we find a way to colour things so grey? Or did I do it on my own like the people gonna say? Do you wish it would fall apart so that you could start To decorate your heart? We’re knocking down a dream These rotted away beams The old wounds start to bleed The rubbles’ at my feet We’re knocking down a dream These rotted away beams The old wounds start to bleed
6.
Quartzlock 03:18
(instrumental)
7.
Massif 07:46
On Bald Mountain between breaths The gods in tantrum, continental drift I’m on top of the world, and I don’t think I’ll make it down Window inward, behind the soul Senselessly adrift in the storm Under swirling skies I breathe (in/out) Frozen to fate, held in sleep By screams splashed across the peak Try to breathe (in/out) Inner silence, systems dying Eyes unfocused, open sky Engine of will, is blown to pieces To what degree does it hold me here? Will it bend the wind? Frost bitten whispers carry me deep within I close my eyes I’m on top of the world, and I don't think I'll make it down Pressed into the evening, with no way to turn around Beautiful exhaustion, self-preservation thrown away I’ll sing down to the bottom My annihilation underway

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released August 4, 2023

The Beach Bats are:
Tony Doni
Chelsea White
Gabriel Bitti

Guest musicians:
Ian Aisling
Stephanie Pearl
Alyssa Giammaria
Chris Power


All music produced, written and arranged by Tony Doni, Chelsea White and Gabriel Bitti.
All lyrics written by Tony Doni

Recorded and Engineered at Boxcar Sound Studios in Hamilton, Ontario by Sean Pearson
Additional Recording by Tony Doni
Mastered by Carl Saff of Saff Mastering

Artwork by Bespoke Cube
Layout and Design by Eric Palmeter
Photography by Lorraine Postma

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The Beach Bats Hamilton, Ontario

Transmitting sonic disturbances from an inner city beach.

The Beach Bats are:

Tony- Vocals, Bass, Keys
Chelsea- Guitars
Gabriel- Percussion

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