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Booty Music for Zombie Swingers

by Zombie Swingers

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    Dance-able murder ballads and macabre meditations. Swing, old blues, and drum and bass, poetry with an electrified darkness running through it all.

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We’re the monsters in your closet, the ones who know you best. We steal your night-time breathing putting pressures on your chest. We watch your every movement, we’re the only ones who care enough to hold your ankles while you’re running up the stairs. We’re outrageous and contagious! We’re “the Zombie Swingers” and we’re hungry for you! From broken cages to open stages, we’re gonna turn these bars into a zombie zoo. You might bite the dust if you party with us, but Jesus ain’t the only one can raise the dead. A girl with psycho nerves wrapped in cobra curves can use the sexual mechanics of resurrection. Swing a chainsaw, keep it real and raw. We bring a whole new definition to getting some head. We’re more Bubonic than Platonic, we’re chronically sonic, the kind of sexy that can stomach a vivisection. We’ll hook you on our lines, and take a piece of your mind, cuz we’re crazy for the hemispheres behind your eyes. If you’re dying to dance, here comes your second chance. It’s time to kick the after party in the after life. We’re outrageous and contagious! We’re “the Zombie Swingers” and we’re hungry for you! From broken cages to open stages, we’re gonna turn these bars into a zombie zoo. There are freaky necromancers in the pit with the dancers and they’re trancing and romancing la danse macabre... la danse macabre. We’re outrageous and contagious!...
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Your hands turn to claws and your skin is on fire. Your eyes are wide open in frenzy and fright. Your feet are stomping. Your heart is throbbing. This witchy rhythm is rifting a schism in your mind. I’m gonna go to Hell, but I’ll take a piece of Heaven. Come on, pretty angel, come dance with the Devil. We’re gonna exercise your demon tonight. You be my wolf-eyed mama, I’ll be your papa-vampire. You may hypnotize the moon, but I will scar you with desire. You be my monster-lady, I’ll be your Dr. Frankenstein. When my lightning strikes, you’ll be electrified. I’m gonna take you to my lair, tie you to my chair, I’m gonna rip your feathers, down to the leather, it’s better for the/my pleasure cuz the/your flesh is divine. Fall on your knees! Crawl to me! Beg for release! Feed my disease! I’m gonna go to Hell, but I’ll take a piece of Heaven. Come on, pretty angel, come dance with the Devil. We’re gonna EXERCISE YOUR DEMON tonight.
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Zombootie 03:46
All my friends are saying that you’re a cold slab of bitch-meat, but my passion for you has been un-earthed. Because they don’t know you, like I know you ZB... BIBLICALLY. The pleasure I treasure’s got a 40-plus measure. Can you dig it? You got to dig in! The booty I plunder lies 6 feet under. Can you dig it? You got to dig in! I’m her Necro-Casanova, she’s my crow-bar-star. Can you dig it? You got to dig in! There’s just one dark rite before the party tonight. Zombootie, she’s a cutie. Zombootie, she’s heavy duty. Zombootie, my kind of beauty. Baby, your ass is dead. She’s such a down and dirty lover that I’ve got to use a shovel. So down, she’s underground. I’m slick with a spade and I’m trenching for a date. So down, I’m underground. She’s dressed in her bridals, I’m this dead whore’s rider. So down, we’re underground. I ain’t saying she’s loose. She’s pale human refuse. Zombootie... The pit is smelling like we both got swelling. She don’t need to beg, I’d give an arm and a leg for Zombootie... Baby, be my midnight biter. I’ll be your top door man.
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God said: Look, son, you’re gonna get nailed by screwballs, slap-shots, and beaver tails, but if you want to sign on the dotted line, you’ll get the best producer since the dawn of time. Well, it sure would be nice to see my name in lights, but something written here’s got me thinking twice. It’s just a record deal; I don’t know how I feel. Could it cost me any less than eternal ordeal? God said: Satan, take a jump in the lake! Satan said: Come on, gimme a break! I gotta cool band called “the Falling Stars”, we sing “Bless my soul cuz I’m on fire.” “Bless my soul cuz I’m on fire.” Let’s do it doggie style, it’s time to shake a tail, cuz God’s on vacation and the Devil made bail. Shake it, shake it, shake it for me; shake it like you’re swinging from the gallows tree. Shake it, shake it, shake it with flair; shake it like you’re riding the electric chair. Shake it, shake it, shake it all over; shake it like you’re swimming with a polar bear. Shake it, shake it, shake it that murdering spree shake it like we’re giving you insanity. Let’s go crazy, it’s crazy time. Let’s go crazy, in Crazy-town. Let’s go crazy, it’s crazy time. Let’s go crazy, and party down. I got a basement suite at a bargain price, some say it’s the pits, but I think it’s nice. I wanted to become a celebrity, but put the wrong Guy in charge of my publicity. I’ll tell you why everybody’s got it in for me, cuz fame is just a flash of flame from infamy. And baby now, bless my soul cuz I’m on fire.
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Why is the Earth so blue? Because she’s sad, because she’s sad. Why is the Earth so blue? Because her lover is bad and untrue. Some stars grow old and overload and they explode into the cold, while other stars when they depart they fade away into the dark Sometimes the sun shines like a shadow on my heart. When angels fall they fall so hard they fall apart, they fall they spark. When angels fall they fall so hard, they fall, they spark, they fall apart. Why is the Earth so blue? Because she’s sad, because she’s sad. Why is the Earth so blue? Because her lover is bad and untrue.
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This fallen angel’s gonna sing his sins, sing his sins, sing his sins. This fallen angel’s gonna sing his sins, sing his sins tonight. I walk the devil’s walk. I talk the devil’s talk. I’ve got the devil’s voice. I make the devil’s noise. In the daylight I watch little girls play. In the evening I hear little girls pray. Cuz in the midnight I might take them away. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. At the show I promise big girls careers. After hours I strip all they hold dear. Cuz I can’t wait to taste those big girl’s tears. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I walk the devil’s walk. I talk the devil’s talk. I’ve got the devil’s voice. I make the devil’s noise. This fallen angel’s gonna sing his sins, sing his sins, sing his sins. This fallen angel’s gonna sing his sins, sing his sins tonight.
7.
Cut U So 02:56
I’m gonna cut you so you never grow. I’m gonna cut you so bad you never grow back. I’m gonna swing my blade. You heard what I said. I’m gonna swing my blade until you fall down dead. I’m gonna watch you bleed, cuz I feel the need. I’m gonna watch you bleed, until I fill my need. I’m gonna dig you a hole deep and dark as my soul. I’m gonna dig you a hole and lay you down cold. I’m gonna sing this song until the killing’s done. I’m gonna sing this song; cuz it isn’t work if it’s fun. I’m gonna work all night till you’re packed in tight. I’m gonna work all night until I feel alright.
8.
Out on the water, when the cold wind blows, I dream my woman without her clothes. Whenever I’m ashore, I’ve got to pay by the night, but that don’t bother me cuz she’s the love of my life. My baby got tail full as a sail, and every hour without her is like doing hard time. My baby got tail full as a sail, and one thing I can tell ya’s I’m a sea-faring man. Living by killing you learn that dead men float. So I slay and weight and chain them to the bottomless mote. I wash off the blood and then I settle my mind with a jug full of whiskey and a cup full of brine. My baby got tail... She’s got bags full of booty and a treasure for a chest. She’s a soft invitation but what I love the best is holding her in arms I feel my rightful place in my life of sand castles she’s the tides to all my pain. My baby got tail...
9.
You need a black magic woman, to take away your pain. You need a black magic woman, to take away your pain. She’ll mystify your mind and terrorize your veins. Go find a thin silver needle and stitch your soul to it’s fate. Go find a thin silver needle and stitch your soul to it’s fate. Kiss the dewdrops off the web and memorize the taste. That whistle and that howl, it’s not the whispering wind. That whistle and that howl, it’s not the whisper in the wind. You may think that you are high, but you know that you’ve sinned. That mean-eyed witchy woman, she’ll take away half of your pain. That mean-eyed woman, she took the half of your pain; and she paid you back the whole three times again. You know that black magic woman, Lord, she’s the mistress of fate. You know that black magic woman, Man, she’s a cosmic date. She’ll wind you with her wire until you’re bound to escape. She’ll walk you off the road and into outer space.
10.
You are the muse of my melancholy art. When you paint white your face, I wanna fuck you. When you wear your black lace, I wanna fuck you. I watch you stretch like a snake, I wanna fuck you. Now's not the time for shy and subtle. You get it or don't get it, I'm gonna take it. When you dye pink your hair, I wanna fuck you. When you smile through my stare, I wanna fuck you. Sex doesn't mean that you care, I wanna fuck you. Now's not the time for shy and subtle. The flesh gates of heaven: that little demon slut! When you dance in my space, I wanna fuck you. When you come to my place, I wanna fuck you. What's that there? Can I taste? I wanna fuck you. Now's not the time for shy and subtle. If looks could kill, baby, you'd be dead.

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Booty Music for Zombie Swingers

...is gothic horror comedy cabaret...

...is the album to put on when your date arrives to your midsummer’s engagement dressed entirely in and in layers of black (and you still want to get laid)...

...is perfectly irreverent of some highly revered delusions...

...is headphone friendly...

...is a deeply poetic voice expressing character-driven narratives of surreal horror and macabre humour by exploring the imagery and metaphors of living-dream-fantasy-nightmares, of fetish sexuality, of listless sorrow, of pain, of addiction, of gods, devils, and angels... and, lest we forget, ZOMBIES!!!

...is bizarrely dance-able electro-blues, zombie swing, and rot rock music...

What else? Oh, yes... On with the show!

“When his music reaches its audience, it will change the way people write songs. CJ’s written work will likely establish him as a major literary figure. But no one of that calibre has ever done what he is doing. His insistence on free media and internet sharing networks could put his work at the forefront of a revolution. I’ve been waiting for this. Poetry needs this kind of genius.” Bob Holman, poetry activist, founder Nuyorican Slam in NYC, professor at NYU

“A fascinating fusion of pop, jazz, and noise! It’s a great album. CJ has done something great.” Ab Baars, Dutch jazz composer

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released June 21, 2010

All songs composed, performed, and recorded by CJ Leon, except "Zombootie" featuring Whip of the UFO on his machines and "Earth So Blue" with Michael Flinchum on bass.

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