BAD TWINS
Bad Twins first album Anansi Boys released with Virtua94 Records
(Art by Tyler Hunt)
Anansi Boys Credits
Bad Twins are:
Anubis - Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Horus - Maurice Hunt
Osiris - William Privitera
Set - Anthony Privitera
Track 1 - “Above, Below, Beneath, Between (Intro)”
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno, Anthony Privitera & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt
Vocals: Maurice Hunt
Additional Vocals by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Track 2 - “That’s Just Worse”
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno, Anthony Privitera & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Track 3 - “Hands Tied (Interlude)”
Written & Produced by: Robert Lindgren
Track 4 - “Other Options” feat. Rob Lindgren
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno, Anthony Privitera & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Maurice Hunt, Robert Lindgren & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Guitar: Robert Lindgren
Track 5 - “Let Him Let Them Go”
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno, Anthony Privitera & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Banjo: Christopher J Gore
Track 6 - “Let Go” feat. Christopher J Gore
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno & Bernard Miller
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Christopher J Gore & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Banjo: Christopher J Gore
Track 7 - “Bad Twins” feat. Bern the Bastard
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno, Anthony Privitera & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Maurice Hunt, Alvaro Lopez-Moreno & Bernard Miller
Guitar: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Track 8 - “Mother”
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno, Anthony Privitera & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Violin: Thuy Nguyen
Flute: Joules
Guitar: Christopher J Gore
Track 9 - “Anansi Boys”
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Violin: Thuy Nguyen
Track 10 - “Neil Gaiman (Outro)”
Produced by: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno & William Privitera
Written by: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
Vocals: Maurice Hunt & Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
All tracks recorded by Alvaro Lopez-Moreno @ Tesseract Society Studios except tracks 3 and 4 recorded by Alvaro Lopez-Moreno and Robert Lindgren.
All tracks mastered by Bern the Bastard.
Album art by Tyler Hunt
Anansi Boys Lyrics
That’s Just Worse
Never get to work
Now I’ll never rest until my bed is in the hearse
You’ll Never get the better of a veteran first
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse
That’s just worse I Never get to work
They’ll Never get the message till their bed is in a hearse
Forever trying to get around the better-man curse
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse
Tell it to the birds, jerks, who never had a purpose.
Tell it to the worthless dwellin’ on the surface.
Backwards nerd script, sell it to the serfs,
Tilling earth, kid, adverse herbs from the nurse’ kit
Betterman curse? Yeah the better man thirsting, (curses)
not a betting man, but the better man’s nervous
Urgent, and words coming straight from the surgeon
A general urge, reimbursed by the merchants
Immersed in the search for the perfect dirges
Bursting, curse fed, irked at the workbench
Sturgeon, caught up in the current, emerge
From the earth, get fervent lurking
Nirvana kids hertz fed lyric guess work, led
Us through the murk, led us through the purges
Victory’s verses, through misery’s perches
Crawling out the dirt just so you can get to work
Never get to work
Now I’ll never rest until my bed is in the hearse
You’ll Never get the better of a veteran first
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse
That’s just worse I Never get to work
They’ll Never get the message till their bed is in a hearse
Forever trying to get around the better-man curse
If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse
Menaced by the guesswork. Yes sir press for the Network
never said words never worked tech for the best, work
Best under stress, unimpressed? That’s my best work!
Textbook verse let’s get to the next. Curse
Best under breath, search beds for the rest,
Your best Learned guests search meds for their net (worth)
Hope your deity’s lurkin’, or else you are getting murked
Burned the heretics first the rest Fled to a dead church
Dead ‘fore they made perch, lead burned the stained birch
Steps of the sect, Just a shepherd’s prepwork
Never get the message never led to a lecture
I never get a word in and i’ll never get to Burst
Forth; par for the course,
Barred from the morgue, but it’s all we can afford
Crying oh lord, for the sins to be ignored
Tryna make a cure, which they’ll never get to word
Other Options
This is shitty but it’s business
Can I get witness, or a pint of Guinness
Gettin this? Diggin it, give me this, symbols rolling off a cliff
Scintillating visions from the middy spliff
Riddled with rhythms of stitched midi’s, a vista to make the village skip
The skipper splits phillys, like feelings that missed the sentiment
Each sentence trips silly, so willy-nilly it sank the ship
Entrenched with wit, slicker than the dealers that are
Villains running off with scripts,(don't you think) just spitballing
Baiting kids with every click,(if there was another option) just Rick rolling, Provocateur of ignorance, (this isn't what I would be doing) legit trolling
There ain’t no way of getting rid of it, no semblance of innocence
Disseminate a liquored fib, Bad Twins in every glitch
And if it goes off with a hitch, even cynics will pump a fist
‘Cause they can’t disagree with this, heathens seething, but plead the fifth
Obstacles can’t impede the writ
Agnostics will believe in it, gospels kids keep repeating it
Doing it yeah i’m doing it till i ruin it
Crooning shit, there’s no way he’ll go through with it
There’s no room for the muse in it he’s abusing it
Amusing how he infusing it with tattoos
with the voodoo kit he ain’t learned all the rules of yet
And he Anubis he ain’t new but he ain’t knew it yet
Y'ain’t been through what he been through and now he through with this
A witches brew with the fixings now he’s losing it
Viewed more as a burden due to the lunacy
Clued into the serpents in the community
Cue more of the bourbon cue the immunity
Feud with the insurgents in lieu of unity
Fugue with a purpose in search meaning
Can’t find the courage to face the surgeons either
Fight back the worries incur the wrath of demons
Can’t find a purchase or scratch the surface
Can't seem to scratch the surface even
Let Him Let Them Go
Right smack in the middle of an overgrown road
Is a glass house riddle with thrown stones
Ask now for a little he’ll postpone
We don’t delve deep, Joven
When y’Speak don’t blow smoke
Oh I see bitter pill
But my codes blown
Go get free live a little leave yer postcode
Don’t be me kid seek your own road
Taste defeat as it trickles down yer own throat
And every lie he ever spoke
Never seemed to get the message through his endless sense of hope
If ever i had ever wrote a letter fit to send to friends to help them get a breath in through the smoke
For seven’s crown he’d sever throats
Never seemed to see the sense in letting them sift through the coals
He’d let em drown or let em roast let em down or let them let him let them go
Let him let them go
Let him let them go
Let him let them go
Let him let them go
Gross is the mess they had both left behind
Toast to the refs, though they throw from the lines
Red flags are in season
Hashtags to mark a depart from reason
The room’s decoration is plain
A smattering of madness, feeds demented seeds, nylon flames
Carpets colored with flesh tones
Death moans, breath left, bereft of home
The echoes of a sordid tale
Distorted by the sort of ghosts that only get sent through the mail
Why? Because if he was forced to tell
The horrid story, surely he would reawake this morbid hell
And, the thing he wishes to prevail
Is not the fact of matter, but the matters that lead to the grail
So, when all the acts are factored whole
All the actor’s facets are redacted and then let him let them - let him let them go
Let him let them go
Let him let them go
Let him let them go
Let him let them go
Bad Twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
It’s the Bad Twins (Bad twins)
And they bout to play your area
Meant to come correct
But they came to bring hysteria
Swear to god they scary they
Just quick to pick the carrion
Harried by erebus
Ya can’t compare the burials
Parry yall queries and hurry it on up
Staring at the stereo; variable drugs
Worry or don’t worry there’s really no difference
Cherry picked theories they just don’t add up
You just been corrupt by facts based on fiction
Acts based on friction, flames ate subscriptions
Erase all trace of proper diction
Replaced with hate spake, that tastes of the crypt, flip the killswitch on careers we ain’t deal with
We touch your feelings, but the gears ain’t in gear yet
Their tears say they fear vets
Ain’t no shame in they game when they came to play against…
It’s the Bad Twins
It’s the Bad Twins
It’s the Bad Synonyms
It’s the Bad Twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
It’s the others the shutter brothers that got ya suffering
The rocks that put the cracks in the rudder
And then sunk the notes of dopes
Who hoped to compose (but don’t need to touch a pen)
Just get back under your covers, then
The boogeymen won’t fill your plot full of holes
Or, clip-clop, plod the horsemen through your goals (oh no)
Old foes are fodder for new souls
A blessed foal grows by the echo of death throes
Death rolls on a second from death row
Death row records a legend and debts owed
Get bowled over allegedly, yet so
I met no better and veterans better know
I dead clones. I’ve bed ghosts and dragons
I rid this host of sins and maggots
And I fed these souls with hymns and bragging
With a matchstick grin it’s the Bad
It’s the Bad Twins
It’s the Bad Twins
It’s the Bad Synonyms
It’s the Bad Twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
Mother
If your mother found out
You’ve been running around
You’d be run out of town
Better keep your head down
If your mother found out
You’ve been running around
You’d be run out of town
Better keep your head down
Fallow, feeling shallow
Foul daos espouse a route to the gallows
Miss demeanor, ain’t no mistress meaner
She mixed tricks so that no cliques could beat her
And she said “What is this? This is just impossible
This is how the pigs get when the trough is full”
(and she said) “Who did this?
Put you in the hospital?”
“They dress like us but they act like wolves.”
And when the anger’s cold the soul is just drudgery
Slow roast them all prolong the suffering
Old lobes at fault fraught with slow buffering
Close the whole block open with thuggery.
Cops, don’t want none of it. Dawg, they want some of it
Put yer hands up, the dogma so buttery
No miranda, so bypass the stuttering
All-a-y’all hustled ya follow ya follow
If your mother found out
You’ve been running around
You’d be run out of town
Better keep your head down
If your mother found out
You’ve been running around
You’d be run out of town
Better keep your head down
If your mother found out what’s coming out your mouth
Might as well pack your suitcase and head down south
Because Moms touts clout, and settles her losses
It costs to cross bosses, there ain’t no doubt
You’ve been running amok, blew the lid off the box
You don’t wanna give up, the attitude of an ox
Bleeding stock to stay top dog won’t grok that you’re stuck
Want to buck the old mule when opportunity knocks
You’d be run off the road, thrown over the gate
She knows your escapes when the moment awaits
And when the threshold breaks, she broke your jaw
Such a bold mistake, her biggest flaw
Better keep your head, keep the chip on your shoulders
If she wants you dead, then no cell will hold her
You made her bed but as the anger gets colder
Mother won’t rest till her work is over
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up
Anansi Boys
Bad twins...like...rolling on a bike
But the back wheel just don’t act right
Or binary stars, seen from afar, shining hard
But one is sloppy...because Apollo shot me
Caught me in the side got my pride spilled my coffee
Ought to confide in the pride but mufasa died
Thoughts align, but your thoughts are all asinine
Last in line with these hypocrites with an axe to grind
Signals getting lost as they travel down a broken spine
Closing time...surgically impose my
Mind on sutures...cosmically kama sutra’d
Giving birth to words, you’ll deserve in the future
Putrid... that’s all I can say
If you'd been fluent spewing runes you would be with me today
Instead you useless stupid noobs ain’t got a clue left to save
You coulda woulda shoulda didn’t and there’s too much at stake
All I meet is infinite rubes on and Infinite loop
I bet Acting like an infant that’s your infinite mood
Bad twin incident... I be on that infinite fugue
Cue the bad news it’s time for you to vamoose
Let loose, skidaddle...off to battle
The legends of conformity, normalcy often addled
The Major went and tattled on the Colonel, now
Who’s plotting to be...General
Headed out doubt and confusion my story
Regretted it the second i said it in the morning
Regret that I got indebted I swore it
Pouring over texts and I’m vexed like we was warring
Distressed by the mooring, damn, the ship went out to sea
Now we have to go out to Galilee
But we’re lacking a savior whose gait can contest the waves
I guess we can’t all be saved
All enslaved, go to Rome... we’ve a road to pave
Lead the way, but can we trust the lope of a stray
And can we trust the steps of yesterday, let’s forget that just today
We get the lesson a confession born of masquerade
Esher’s stepping, but dimensions just don’t work that way
Hurts to say… your intentions led where serpents lay
But have I earned a space... in their Merchant game,
Fake churches heel turn and burn... or return the faith
Spurn the wraiths, as we let go of memories,
Entropy earned this space
Learned its place, see how order informs
That all chaos is more than waste
Purchase the words and then burn the tapes
Furnace is burning I’m worlds away
Versed in a search for a servant to burden
With herding the vermin I’m cursed to play
Urge the sleigh, rehearse for emergency
Purge the fakes with no sense of urgency
Leap over hurdles, defeat every vertical
Hercules’ strength, in a vessel that’s born of clay
Spurning a burgeoning claim, verging on curt
Nursing my way through the pain
Surgeon of turning away curses
Incurred since the birth of the plague
Fire air water earth spirit hear it play it out
Son of man gonna burst steer clear it’s played out
Even sinners are devout to the broke deities
To God’s ear from our mouths, shall our prophecy be
With no amenities now we about to face
What kind of men are these? what kind of men will break?
The kind of men who’ll take, jasmine, sandalwood, sage
Strap the past to a stake, and burn their name in the age
Time to change, next page in the book. that’s life
Find your lane, just rage, get a hook that’s right
Saw the light, last night, straight path like the rook
Due to blights, lost rites, and the wrath of the crooks
Getting shook, mistook, but we got these tracks
Different look, good book, gods do not need facts
Heaven’s chaff, burnt wax, with the voice of a god, bleed
To black, feedback, we the boys of Anansi