But NightLab has posted their music in a few different locations, and I found a note about the song before I found the lyrics. This note, written either by Oscar Isaac ("Monscar" here) or his partner, describes "People Keepers" this way:
NightLab Industries agents Monscar and Boocho submit a proposal entitled "Sexuality Inside the Hive Mind."
The funny thing is, even though their nicknames are jokes, the description itself is not. This really is a song about a woman finding peace by submitting to the hive mind. The lyrics are creepy/cool in all the best ways, and the music matches it perfectly. Actually, I really like a lot of NightLab's stuff; and it's all available for free on SoundCloud, so you can have a listen for yourselves. Here's the link directly to "People Keepers," and you can easily get to the main NightLab page from there. (Alternately, if you haven't signed up for SoundCloud and don't want to, you can download that song and several others from Reverb Nation without having to give up any personal information.)
Okay, so here are the lyrics for "People Keepers":
We are the People Keepers
Smoking out your potential
We are the Holy Waters
Take this love from us
The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
We are the Weeping Healers
Roping out your dimensions
You are the lonely daughters
Bleed your honey for us
The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Priestess, priestess, swallow me into your swarm
Priestess, priestess, suffer the queens and the drones
The drones.
You know its getting pretty late now
So say goodnight, say goodnight
You cant change our minds
We are the People Keepers
Smoking out your potential
We are the Holy Waters
Take this love from us
The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Smoking out your potential
We are the Holy Waters
Take this love from us
The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
We are the Weeping Healers
Roping out your dimensions
You are the lonely daughters
Bleed your honey for us
The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Priestess, priestess, swallow me into your swarm
Priestess, priestess, suffer the queens and the drones
The drones.
You know its getting pretty late now
So say goodnight, say goodnight
You cant change our minds
We are the People Keepers
Smoking out your potential
We are the Holy Waters
Take this love from us
The push, the pull, the grinding of teeth
Hands full of hair, her heads underneath
Quiet as bones, I don't know how
But heaven knows she's comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
Heaven knows she is comfortable now
3 comments:
Hmm this seems like something that would either end up as a story Jukebox does, or something you used as a basis for a story too.
Actually, libertine wrote a story along those lines called "Honey Chile." It's very good, and I even blogged about it a few years ago. If you want to read it, here's the link: http://www.mcstories.com/HoneyChile/index.html
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