Employee No. 26 Playlist
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N.L.
Espresso/Employee No. 26
Ghostly goblins! Dancing demons! Creeping cryptids! Other such interjections from our favorite demonic-dad and devotee of Satan, No. 26! For his playlist I had to go big, brassy, with plenty of stomp and holler and swing. If there’s anything that can be said about No. 26, it’s that he is a man who loves his wife and loves his life. Of course, I do wonder what his life would’ve been like without No. 44… I can’t imagine he would’ve settled down with anyone else.
- D.H.
Playlist
1. | Beasts of Burgundy Not allowed on Sunday Monday slipped away now it's too late Who's this at the gate? The captain he's a physic A shaman and a mystic His brain is buzzing like a hive: He's alive! | |
2. | Of course I could try to resist but it's useless, pal, if you're on the list. If you hear them howl they're on the prowl! Yeah! They're trying to hex me. I’ve to confess all I wanna do is let them hex me! Hex me! But I’m afraid of going through that door cause I’m sure there ain’t no cure. | |
3. | You shouldnʼt mess with a demon like me Just keep your eye on the door You might decide that youʼll be better off alive and maybe nothing's fair in love or in war | |
4. | And my torment won’t be through Til I spend the rest of my life making love to you Night and day Day and night | |
5. | She's the fire in the sin And I burn breathin' her in Now it's love suicide And I sell my soul for the high Truth be told, I don't mind 'Cause her Hell's my paradise She can crush every hope Got her heels stompin' down my throat | |
6. | So where do you draw the line and tell yourself no more? Is it when your back's against the wall or you're crawling on the floor It's always work, work, work some more, until they say it's time So fight the fight worth fighting, and things will work out fine | |
7. | We've all begun to die and don't know what to do Since it hurts to pray to God when God is dying too Takes strength to laugh when you start to drown And we dance while the sky crashes down | |
8. | Canisters of feigned dissent They load our bodies into them The prize surprise is eating at your eyes And drawing down the Shades, made out of skin, it's kin eating kin Cogs living in the burning city When will this day ever end? Will the words from within break down these walls? Our fall, this wall | |
9. | Blood is flowing can hardly breathe and here I am quitting my skin. I’m seeing my life flash before my eyes and I’m proud of all my sins. | |
10. | Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life |