Here is something totally different. I woke one morning and these lyrics were clear in my mind - the disturbing dream I had been having had already disappeared in the morning mist and left my pulse pounding. I had just finished reading a great series of books by Patricia Briggs (the Mercedes Thompson ones) in which werewolves play a prominent role. Maybe that is where this came from. Anyway, I went and wrote the whole thing down in maybe an hour or so. At the time I could hear it having a driving beat like Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer and thought, "Man, I need to find someone who can rock this out." Well, fortunately, Jeff Southerland ("iisee" on SR) responded and he and his son, Derek, just finished this up.
If you read along you will note a few changes in the lyrics Derek and Jeff made as they worked on it. I have not tried to incorporate them into the lyrics but wanted to make sure to give them credit for those. Everything musical in the song is theirs and I am delighted with the way it turned out - thanks guys so much for a terriffic job on this!!!
Also, I would like to share a quote from Jeff when he emailed me the song: " Made loud to be played loud!!"
So, turn up the volume!!!
Thanks to all of our SR family and friends for taking time to read and listen!
Charlie
The Beast
Charles P. Saunders: Lyrics
Derek Southerland: Melody, Vocals, Guitars
Jeff Southerland: Melody, Guitars, Bass, Synth/SamplesVerse
Jeff Southerland (SarahDog Tunes): Production
Verse
Sun is down, darkness falls
Primal urges, your skin crawls
Your blood burns, your body’s wracked
Time to change, call the pack
Deepest need, full moons light
Feel the heat, stalk the night
Howls erupt all around
Catch the scent, your heart pounds
Chorus
Savage killer, born to hunt
You lose yourself in bloodlust
Some say it’s … depravity
But you call it … the Beast
Verse
Instincts scream your prey is near
So close now you smell the fear
In terrors grip, it starts to run
All else fades, the chase is on
Your claws rip, your fangs tear
Gore is scattered everywhere
Head thrown back, feral cry
Silhouetted by midnight sky
Chorus
Savage killer, born to hunt
You lose yourself in bloodlust
Some say it’s … depravity
But you call it … the Beast
Bridge
The only things that matter
The hunt, the chase, the kill
It’s one enormous rush
You’re addicted to the thrill!
Chorus
Savage killer, born to hunt
You lose yourself in bloodlust
Some say it’s … depravity
But you call it … the Beast
Tag
Some say it’s … depravity
But you call it … the Beast
You revel in … the Beast
©2011 by Charles P. Saunders, Derek Southerland and Jeff Southerland. All Rights Reserved.