Stalker

by Baits

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released July 2, 2016

Written, performed, recorded and mixed by Baits in Yppenplatz.
Mastered using alien technology.

Guitars, Vocals: Sonja
Guitars: Miguel
Drums, Percussion: Javi
Bass, Synth: Maurizio M.
Sax, Piano: Barbara Artner
Artwork by the amazing Melle D.

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Baits Vienna, Austria

4 vienna based dilettantes with a knack for hooks and simplicity.

Sonja-g/v
Miguel-g
Maurizio-b
Javi-d

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Track Name: Haircuts
Been here before
Didn’t like my face
Told you I tried
Tried to recreate

The style that once
Was the latest cry
Warhol was right
Just get away with it

I know, know
A place you can go
To get it so oh
Trimmed it’ll blow you all
And yeah I know, know
A place you can go
To show, show off

Dry it all off
put some gel in it
your Mum was right
you won’t get away with it
The color is wrong
And the lenghts don’t fit
Cut it off
Or I’ll have a fit

I know, know
A place you can go
To get it so oh
Trimmed it’ll blow you all
And yeah I know, know
A place you can go
To show, show off

Why do you mind all along?
Your hair’s falling out all alone

Why do you mind all along?
Your hair’s falling out all alone
Track Name: Tightrope
It’s a tightrope, baby
I think I’m freaking out
If you try, oh baby
You might get the job

Sell yourself, baby
But don’t try too hard
Buckle up, baby
Still fuck up

Show initiave, baby
Or you’ll be off the dole
Not too much, no baby
Or you might have to go

Sell yourself, baby
But don’t try too hard
Buckle up, baby
Still fuck up

It’s a tightrope, baby
I think I’m freaking out
If you try, oh baby
You might get the job

Sell yourself, baby
But don’t try too hard
Buckle up, baby
Still fuck up
Fucked up
Track Name: Stalker
I get up
To get down
I wanna be around your town

I get up
And get down
To be around your town

cuz I follow you
Every day to be around
I follow you
Every day to be around

Give up
And let down
Wearing a thorn crown

I get up
To get down
To be around your town

cuz I follow you
Every day to be around
I follow you
Every day to be around
Every day to be around

I know that it is wrong
To follow you along
I know it ain’t right
Still I can’t fight it

Now I am always crying
I am always crying
Yeah I am always crying
As you are always hiding
Track Name: Lumberjack
Can’t move any longer
My arms begin to ache
Have tried to grow stronger
Too much for me at stake

Can’t take em on
They follow me home
In the dark
At night
I’m alone

I know you can’t see them
They’re real enough for me
I tried to get rid off
My fear, but it’s insane

Can’t take em on
They follow me home
In the dark

At night
I’m alone

See them coming around
Hush now, don’t make a sound
Pray to God this ain’t real
While they’re coming around

Hush! Now! Please! Don’t make a sound! No! Please! Keep it shut! Just! Please! Don’t make a noise! No! Please!

They’re coming on
Breaking my thoughts in the dark
Tell Mom I love her
I love her
I love her
Track Name: Threatening someone in a dark corner with a rusty knife
I have seen myself
Falling down
So many times

Your loose lips
Are sinking ships
When will you realize?

Now, but not quite yet
The time has come
For me to throw it out

Awake from screams
Your dirty sheets
When will you realize?

Can you, can you, can you
Can you hear me now?
I am suffocating under your attention
Can you, can you, can you
Hear me now?
One cut, forsaken, over and out

All this contemplating
Commiserating
I won’t read your mind
I keep contemplating
You’re alienating
I can’t read your mind
I am still contemplating
You’re perjurating
I can’t read your mind
All this contemplating
Useless understanding
I don’t read your mind

Can you, can you, can you
Can you hear me now?
I am suffocating under your attention
Can you, can you, can you
Hear me now?
One cut, forsaken, over and out
Track Name: Waiting for
Empty bottles
A thousand buds
Ghosts in a room
Don’t matter much

What’s left in here for me?
Is this where I want to be?

Close my eyes
Imagine you
Open them
I puke on you

Is there something here for me?
Something that feels real?

All we do is waitin for, waitin for
All we do is waitin for, waitin for

Take my hand
I follow you

Is there a place
To go to?

Somewhere we can be free?
Where something matters to me?

All we do
is waitin for, waitin for
All we do
is waitin for, waitin for

All we do
is waitin for, waitin for
All we do
is waitin for, keep waitin for
Track Name: For the show
I talked to my mum – she don’t mind
Talked to my dad – he won’t sign
Take off your mask
Put on a face
Take off your face
And pop on your mask

I told it to your friends – they did grind
Acting scarred – I don’t mind
Take off your face
Put on your mask
Which one’s your face?
What is your mask?

For the show
A good blow
Make it a scene from your dreams
A good show

Go tell your kids – they won’t see
How blind we are – we’re not free
So put on a show
All costumed
Take off your face
Hide your mask

For the show
A good blow
Make it a scene from your dreams
A good show

All you see is
A changing mass
All you see is
Is it ever gonna last?