The Flesh Eaters
The Flesh Eaters are an American punk rock band from Los Angeles, Californi… Read Full Bio ↴The Flesh Eaters are an American punk rock band from Los Angeles, California who were initially active from 1977 to 1983, before reforming in the early '90s. This "roots rock voodoo blues" band was formed by lead singer and L.A. punk poet Chris Desjardins (better known as Chris D.). The Flesh Eaters mixed also incorporated traces of blues-rock and jazz with a goth morbidity, B-movie horror, and sun drenched California boredom in a frenzied, hot-rodded doom-and-gloom squall of obfuscating batcave poetry. Writer R. Meltzer dubbed the band "blabbermouth lockjaw of the soul."
The Flesh Eaters changed lineups continually, and musicians counted previously among their ranks include Stan Ridgway (Wall of Voodoo), Tito Larriva (the Plugz), John Doe (X), DJ Bonebrake (X), Dave Alvin (The Blasters), Bill Bateman (The Blasters) and Steve Berlin (The Blasters, Los Lobos), among others. The band broke up in 1983 after four albums, but reformed sporadically throughout the 1990s and 2000s.
The Flesh Eaters changed lineups continually, and musicians counted previously among their ranks include Stan Ridgway (Wall of Voodoo), Tito Larriva (the Plugz), John Doe (X), DJ Bonebrake (X), Dave Alvin (The Blasters), Bill Bateman (The Blasters) and Steve Berlin (The Blasters, Los Lobos), among others. The band broke up in 1983 after four albums, but reformed sporadically throughout the 1990s and 2000s.
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The Flesh Eaters Lyrics
Eyes Without A Face Born into a world that I don't understand It's hard to…
My Life To Live I know you, I′ve seen you before I didn't mean to…
Radio Dies Screaming Where am I when there′s nowhere to run Beneath the living…
The Word Goes Flesh Fingermarks every hundred yards I can′t measure my size, pri…
Twisted Road Decline and fall of personal life Now there′s this thing cal…
Discharge
on Pony Dress
Stick a mirror between the bars
see what'S happening to me
you in your pony dress looking up into my face
there's a nasty little tear befor the sheets hit the floor
there's a sticky gleam of sweat like the firemen get
I'm gonna trip my holster, draw the bell spur
blur with the ringing in your pony dress
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the private world
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the menstrual delusion
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the private world
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the constant derision
You're an axe cage screaming from justice
roaming in the alleys, crying in the dark
you're breaking up breakdown, my big day against the house
I'm stringing along the city to upset sex
expecting to end but marked to live
I'm gonna trip my holster, draw the bell spur
blur with the ringing in your pony dress
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the private world
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the menstrual delusion
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the private world
She can't escape, she meaning I, from the constant derision
You look so pretty in your pony dress
you're so pretty in your pony dress
You look so pretty in your pony dress
you're so pretty to me ...