The Remastered Masquerades

by Base Apes

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about

The Base Apes Story:

The Base Apes were a group of kids into heavy music and getting un-bored by whatever means possible. "Yawn," "Adamn" and "Sambone" played instruments while "Billy Rotten" wrote lyrics and drew lots of pictures. The four made lots of music, had many adventures, and actually made some small-town history.

Original Base Apes audio was recorded on cassette or 1/4-inch reel to reel 4-track recorders between 1987 and 1990. With only four tracks, the monophonic drum track is often a mix-down of a drum track and a bass track. Such was the way of the teenage home studio before the PC wave. Long before CD burners, Base Apes albums were only available on cassettes—third generation at that, due to primitive double tape deck mastering. Regardless, fellow students scarfed up the product which was wrapped in copy machine-produced inserts fashioned from photo cut-outs, artwork duplicates, lyric sheets, black construction paper and scotch tape.

Fans showed their support at the band's infrequent gigs, many practices and talent shows, including the high school talent show where they mercilessly drove most of the audience out to the lobby and the parking lot. When the high school faculty halted production of materials on the library Xerox machine—and prohibited the sale of tapes to classmates for their lunch money—the Base Apes earned the slogan "Banned by Waynesville High" as well as a watchful eye and a shaking finger from authoritative WASPs with '80s Satan Fever. Also, the elders of Harmony Baptist Church delivered a tactless ultimatum to Sambone and Yawn's mom which resulted in their glorious excommunication. :) :)

But sadly, after a slew of tapes, one 7" record and a few shows, the group disbanded. Now, nearly thirty years later, due to occasionally resurfacing interest in the Base Apes, baseapes.com and this complete collection have been made to preserve a major part of our lives and a bit of Waynesville, Missouri, history.

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released January 1, 2004

Sambone: vocals, guitar, bass, programming
Yawn: guitar, drums
Adamn: drums, guitar
Billy Rotten: lyrical and fine art contributions
Brian Damage: bass; lyrics and music for "I Want to Grow a Girl"
Other lyrical contributions by Danny Insanity, Marc Hansen, Tony Myers

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Track Name: Dark Ages
lyrics: Tony Myers

Today we live in darkness
There is no day, it's always night
Don't lift your eyes
For there is no sky

In a world full of violence
It's a matter of live or die
For every man's soul
Is as black as the sky

In our cages, we're living in dark ages
We're a bunch of savages and our minds are our mazes

The world is full of chaos
The world is full of sadness
The world is full of killing
The world is full of madness

You think you are safe
When you stay inside
But from evil, you cannot hide

In our cages, we're living in dark ages
We're a bunch of savages and our minds are our mazes

Through our cages, we're looking at dark ages
We're a bunch of savages and our minds are our mazes
Track Name: Toxic Nightmare
lyrics: Marc Hansen

Scum, bile, crud and phlegm
These are my food groups, I feed off of them
Rotting corpses are my friends
Their faces are decomposed because they are dead

It's a toxic nightmare
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
I'm a giant boil about to erupt and

When I explode, pus will flow
It's radioactive, everything will glow
Hallucinations make it hard to maintain
I'm a toxic nightmare, it's festerin' through my brain

It's a toxic nightmare
It's a toxic nightmare
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin

I'm a giant boil about to erupt

Scum, bile, crud and phlegm
These are my food groups, I feed off of them
Rotting corpses are my friends
Their faces are decomposed because they are dead

It's a toxic nightmare
It's a toxic nightmare
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
Track Name: Maggots
lyrics: Marc Hansen

Maggot, maggot, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, maggot
You're much too young
Maggot

Maggots, maggots, burrowin' in my skull
Slimy maggot maniacs munchin' on my bones
Wish they'd dine elsewhere, I'm being devoured
Maggots crawlin' everywhere; maggot, maggot, burn in Hell

Maggot, maggot, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, maggot
You're much too young, maggot

Maggots, maggots, burrowin' in my skull
Slimy maggot maniacs munchin' on my bones
Wish they'd dine elsewhere, I'm being devoured
Maggots crawlin' everywhere; maggot, maggot, burn in Hell
Track Name: Becoming the Prey
Becoming the prey of entrancing state
Your mind is becoming a portal
Falling into an open space of evil

Mongrels are thrashing flesh to bleeding shreds
Parasites infect the insides of decapitated heads
Spectres of a higher mind become the new creators
But you, my friend, are dead...
And still dying

Becoming the prey of pagan worship
Your death-life is nearing an end
Captors are exchanging you for new evils

Maggots are the saviors, they clear the land
Lords of this abyss rule the new nation by the hand
Wailing, fiendish bards play ritualistic songs
In the hourglass of time, you are but a grain of sand

Creation of a better Hell
Totalitarian leaders dwell
In this pit of putrid smells
We need more

Time is the thing that you don't need
For every moment is an evil deed
Upon your entire plebian creed
We can't get

Out of the gates some have strayed
And come back forlorn and frayed
To shreds of entrails and decayed
There must be

More objects don't help at all
The more you own, the more you fall
Prey to theft and the joy of vandals
Unless you have power

You should expect no respect as you fall into this plane
Feeling empty-souled is the meaning of this villainous reign
Track Name: Your Left Tit
lyrics: Billy Rotten

Oh girl, you're gonna have a fit
When you realise, I'm after your left tit

Grab you by the nipple, watch you kick and yell
Hack off your left tit and send you on to Hell

I'm not a mean person, I just have strange tastes
After your left tit is truly mine, I'm gonna rape your face

Grab you by the nipple, watch you kick and yell
Hack off your left tit and send you on to Hell

Grab you by the nipple, watch you kick and yell
Hack off your left tit and send you on to Hell
Track Name: Manual Dissection
lyrics: Danny Insanity

Sink my teeth into your flesh, I love to taste your blood
Ram my fist into your skull, I love to wallow in your pus

When I lose control, you'll feel my wrath
Spill your blood into the tub and take a bath

I'll kill you with my bare hands
You're a goddamned dead man
Vivisection treat, gnawin' on your meat
Manual Dissection

Hands-on job, I tear you apart piece by fuckin' piece
Later on I'm gonna bake your corpse and begin the feast

You're gonna die, so do not try to run
Gonna fondle your guts and have a little fun

I'll kill you with my bare hands
You're a goddamned dead man
Diabolic feast, eatin' the deceased
Manual Dissection

Drench my hands in your oozin' blood, it's a ritual to me
Strip down to my underwears and roll all over your dead body

You're gonna die, so do not try to run
Gonna fondle your guts and have a little fun

I'll kill you with my bare hands
You're a goddamned dead man
Diabolic feast, eatin' the deceased
Manual Dissection

Drench my hands in your oozin' blood, it's a ritual to me
Strip down to my underwears and roll all over your dead body

You're gonna die, so do not try to run
Gonna fondle your guts and have a little fun

I'll kill you with my bare hands
You're a goddamned dead man
Diabolic feast, eatin' the deceased
Manual Dissection

Drench my hands in your oozin' blood, it's a ritual to me
Strip down to my underwears and roll all over your dead body

You're gonna die, so do not try to run
Gonna fondle your guts and have a little fun

I'll kill you with my bare hands
You're a goddamned dead man
Diabolic feast, eatin' the deceased
Manual Dissection
Track Name: Goodnight
"Goodnight"

They've taken me to the scaffold
In the middle of the night
Forsake my sleep, invade my home
To kill my sacred life

Forced to bow upon the planks of bloody, rotten wood
Place my head with neck exposed to the blade above

No last request, no final prayer
No mercy for my soul
One takes the knife and cuts the rope
That has my life in hold

Forced to bow upon the planks of bloody, rotten wood
Place my head with neck exposed to the blade above

The weight of the blade is less than enough

My throat exposed, the blood flows free
My head hangs limp -- the pain

The blade itself is too dull to cut

A trim of life cut from the top
My soul is free again
Track Name: Franklin's Addiction
"Franklin's Addiction"
lyrics: Billy Rotten

Feel a chill run down my spine as my bowels explode with beans
Part my legs, let out a scream and let 'er rip -- know what I mean?
Knew those beans would be trouble, I knew those beans would stink
People who walk past me look at me like I'm a rat-fink

It may not smell the best, it may not sound that good
But if you liked beans like I do, it sure as Hell would

I love to eat those tasty beans, they make me fart all night
Lift my leg and pass some gas and then I feel alright
Beans, beans, more fuckin' beans, I'll eat them 'til I fall
Beans, beans, beans, more fuckin' beans, I'll fuckin' eat them all

It may not smell the best, it may not sound that good
But if you liked beans like I do, it sure as Hell would

Feel a chill run down my spine as my bowels explode with beans
Part my legs, let out a scream and let 'er rip -- know what I mean?
Knew those beans would be trouble, I knew those beans would stink
People who walk past me look at me like I'm a rat-fink

It may not smell the best, it may not sound that good
But if you liked beans like I do, it sure as Hell would
Track Name: I Want to Grow a Girl
lyrics, music: Brian Damage

I want to grow a girl right in my own backyard
Just take some body parts, it shouldn't be too hard
And if she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
If she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again

I want to grow a girl under the harvest moon
Outside of my bedroom, she'll be beautiful through and through
And if she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
If she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again

I want to grow a girl right in my own backyard
Just take some body parts, it shouldn't be too hard
And if she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
If she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
Track Name: Mr. Manson
lyrics: Brian Damage

Charlie and the family
Screwed beyond reality
High on drugs, low on life
Out to rule the world

Helter Skelter in your brain
You are sick, but you fell no pain
Gotta kill, gotta kill, gotta kill
No brains

Charlie and the family
Are damned for all eternity
By T.V., books and media
Recorded dementia

Charlie's ass is now in jail
Forget it, man, there ain't no bail
To release him as he yells
"I didn't do it!"
Track Name: I Got a Problem
I got a problem
And it's named you
You got a problem
I'm runnin' you straight through

I got a surprise waiting in store for you

I got a problem
And it's named you
Get out of my face
And my life too

I got a surprise waiting in store for you

I got a problem
And it's named you
What would the fine be
For killing you

I got a surprise waiting in store for you
Track Name: Show Me
Won't you show me war
Won't you show me hate
Won't you show me holocaust
Won't you show me bombs
Won't you show me fallout
Won't you show me nuclear winter

You say these things will come
You say the fear has just begun
But I've never seen these things in my life
You say I should anticipate
These acts of fear, these acts of hate
But what good is it to worry all my life?

Won't you show me death
Won't you show me life
Won't you show me care for them both
Won't you show me Christ
Won't you show me Hell
Won't you show me the afterlife

You say these things will come
You say the fear has just begun
But I've never seen these things in my life
You say I should anticipate
These acts of fear, these acts of hate
But what good is it to worry all my life?

Won't you show me cancer
Won't you show me AIDS
Won't you show me terminal disease
Won't you show me paralysis
Won't you show me insanity
Won't you show me on what fear feeds

You say these things will come
You say the fear has just begun
But I've never seen these things in my life
You say I should anticipate
These acts of fear, these acts of hate
But what good is it to worry all my life?
Track Name: Beat a Dead Baby
lyrics: Billy Rotten

Beat a dead baby, mash it to a pulp
Stomp a mudhole in it's ass and burn it up

Beat a dead baby, grind it into sand
Throw it in some water and have some Kool-Aid, man

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat a dead baby
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat a dead baby that died of crib death
Play tetherball with it and see who beats it best

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat a dead baby
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
Track Name: Cat in My Pants
lyrics: Billy Rotten

There's a cat in my pants
And I beat him with a stick
I beat him very hard, now
And he thrashes my dick

Raise up the stick
And bring it down once more
The cat, it claws my flesh
I find pleasure in this gore

Cat in my pants
I broke it's fuckin' ribs
I lift my shirt
And it looks like shit

Raise up the stick
And bring it down once more
The cat, it claws my flesh
I find pleasure in this gore

Raise up the stick
And bring it down once more
The cat, it claws my flesh
I find pleasure in this gore
Track Name: Behind Closed Doors
The ritual has begun again
Back behind closed doors
The star of the show can't handle the flow
He's gotta be redrugged again

The shot in his arm is infectious
But what could be worse?
A show that bombs—no remorse

Parting his brain bit by bit
To get the song just right
It's necessary
The music is too fast tonight
But they don't know

Stick around to see the end
And you'll see a slice of irony
His fate lies in eager awareness
Of his dying day

The shot in his arm is infectious
But what could be worse?
A show that bombs—no remorse

Stick around to see the end
And you'll see a slice of irony
His fate lies in eager awareness
Of his dying day
Track Name: Drawn and Quartered
Criminal accused of a crime
Barbaric state, medieval time
Trapped in my cell, just waiting for the chime
Which sounds the last minute before I'm drawn and quartered

Come to my cell as the bell tolls
Come to take me of my soul
Get a good grip on me, strap on the blindfold
Rush me through the crowd to where I'm to be drawn and quartered

I struggle, but to no avail
Tied to the horses, I'm suspended in the air
Incise the base of each limb without much care
And lash each horse at the same moment so I'm drawn and quartered
Track Name: Industrial Crematorium
Demagogue takes your home, takes it away
You fester in the ghettos before you are slain

Bring in the cattle trucks—it is time
Haul them bastards in—time to fry
Throw their emaciated bodies into the fire
Smell their flesh burn—my desire

Fall to double-cross, don't question authority
When you're driven again from familiar streets

Bring in the cattle trucks—it is time
Haul them bastards in—time to fry
Throw their emaciated bodies into the fire
Smell their flesh burn—my desire

Don't worry about a thing, we're just finding you a place to stay
Far from Russian invasion, far from all the pain

Bring in the cattle trucks—it is time
Haul them bastards in—time to fry
Throw their emaciated bodies into the fire
Smell their flesh burn—my desire
Track Name: The Quiet Room
lyrics: Danny Insanity

Stuck between reality and my own mentality
Torn between love and hate, death will come and I can't wait
They lock me up behind this door to make sure I don't kill no more
Straight jacket restraining me, padded walls detaining me

There's no escape from the quiet room
That's where I'll meet my doom
They'll send me to the chair, but I don't care
There's no escape from the quiet room
That's where I'll meet my doom
They'll send me to the chair, but I don't care

There's no escape from the quiet room
That's where I'll meet my doom
They'll send me to the chair, but I don't care
There's no escape from the quiet room
That's where I'll meet my doom
They'll send me to the chair, but I don't care
They'll send me to the chair, but I don't care

Stuck between reality and my own mentality
Torn between love and hate, death will come and I can't wait
They tell me that my mind's not well, so they put me in this padded cell
I get more and more insane each day as my mind and body waste away
Track Name: Bump in the Night
It's time to go to bed, say goodnight
Slip under the sheets, turn out the light
Don't think evil thoughts, they'll stick in your mind
Corpses, wraiths, skulls, numina take advantage of this time

Keep still in your bed; if you move, you'll end up dead
You're gonna be wasted
Those mysterious sounds, the spirits are aroused
You're gonna lose your face

We're those things that go bump in the night
In the dark

We're those things that go bump in the night

It's time to go to bed, say goodnight
Slip under the sheets, turn out the light
Don't think evil thoughts, they'll stick in your mind
Corpses, wraiths, skulls, numina take advantage of this time

Keep still in your bed; if you move, you'll turn up dead
You're gonna be wasted
Those mysterious sounds, the spirits are aroused
You're gonna lose your face
Your face
Track Name: My Jeans
"My Jeans"

Came into my room as usually
One look into the closet nearly killed me
My best pair of old, ragged jeans I could not see
One name to fit the culprit was all that came to me

Mother, why did you scrap my jeans?
You know when I get on stage they'd look real mean
So the holes and the skin-tight look are pretty obscene
Mother, why did you scrap my jeans?

So the extremes that I took were pretty stupid
But hiding my jeans in a big, black gig-bag was my only idea
And keep in mind who burns the trash at night
I don't think a big, black gig-bag could escape my sight
Track Name: Dark Ages
lyrics: Tony Myers

Today we live in darkness
There is no day, it's always night
Don't lift your eyes
For there is no sky

In a world full of violence
It's a matter of live or die
For every man's soul
Is as black as the sky

In our cages, we're living in dark ages
We're a bunch of savages and our minds are our mazes

The world is full of chaos
The world is full of sadness
The world is full of killing
The world is full of madness

You think you are safe
When you stay inside
But from evil, you cannot hide

In our cages, we're living in dark ages
We're a bunch of savages and our minds are our mazes

Through our cages, we're looking at dark ages
We're a bunch of savages and our minds are our mazes
Track Name: Toxic Nightmare
lyrics: Marc Hansen

Scum, bile, crud and phlegm
These are my food groups, I feed off of them
Rotting corpses are my friends
Their faces are decomposed because they are dead

It's a toxic nightmare
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
I'm a giant boil about to erupt and

When I explode, pus will flow
It's radioactive, everything will glow
Hallucinations make it hard to maintain
I'm a toxic nightmare, it's festerin' through my brain

It's a toxic nightmare
It's a toxic nightmare
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin

I'm a giant boil about to erupt

Scum, bile, crud and phlegm
These are my food groups, I feed off of them
Rotting corpses are my friends
Their faces are decomposed because they are dead

It's a toxic nightmare
It's a toxic nightmare
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
Toxin, toxin, toxin, toxin
Track Name: I Want to Grow a Girl
lyrics, music: Brian Damage, Sambone

I want to grow a girl right in my own backyard
Just take some body parts, it shouldn't be too hard
And if she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
If she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again

I want to grow a girl under the harvest moon
Outside of my bedroom, she'll be beautiful through and through
And if she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
If she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again

I want to grow a girl right in my own backyard
Just take some body parts, it shouldn't be too hard
And if she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
If she sprouts up being a bitch then I'll take her apart and plant her again
Track Name: I Got a Problem
I got a problem
And it's named you
You got a problem
I'm runnin' you straight through

I got a surprise waiting in store for you

I got a problem
And it's named you
Get out of my face
And my life too

I got a surprise waiting in store for you

I got a problem
And it's named you
What would the fine be
For killing you

I got a surprise waiting in store for you
Track Name: Another Day
Don't you ask how I am—I'm fine
Just walking around 'til I die
Nothing left to die but stay high
Nothing stirs around me but time
But time

[unintelligible verse]

[unintelligible]...going insane
[unintelligible]...yesterday

Tell me: Am I sane?
Isn't it the same
As yesterday?

Don't pick up the phone, I'm on line
[unintelligible line]
All I do is complain all the time
Nothing better to do

Tell me: Am I sane?
Isn't it the same
As yesterday?
Isn't it the same
As yesterday,
But another day?