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Doctors of Madness
Dark Times
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Dark Times was released on September 13, 2019 by Molecular Scream Records, Distributed by Cherry Bomb Records as a part of the album Dark Times
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AlbumDark Times
Release DateSeptember 13, 2019
LabelMolecular Scream Records, Distributed by Cherry Bomb Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doctors of Madness
Doctors of Madness
Performer
Richard Strange
Richard Strange
Guitar
Lily Bud
Lily Bud
Vocals
Sarah Jane Morris
Sarah Jane Morris
Vocals
Susumu Ukei
Susumu Ukei
Bass Guitar
Mackii Ukei
Mackii Ukei
Drums
Atar Shafighian
Atar Shafighian
Piano
Terry Edwards
Terry Edwards
Saxophone
Dylan O. Bates
Dylan O. Bates
Violin
Andy Gallop
Andy Gallop
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Strange
Richard Strange
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Leckie
John Leckie
Producer

Lyrics

Reversal boys on sleazy corners…
 Wreathed in the residual mildew of bebop, of Beatles, of Beefheart, of
Burroughs, of Bowie
 who were wrenched from their mother’s breast by vodka and Red Bull
 whose vomit stains on the pavement are badges of honour,
 who fuel up in Poundland doorways and lose their phone, their way, their mind
 who bully their way onto buses with racist sneers
 then it’s weed and cut-price half-cut coke and mdma 
 and promises of free bets and huge rewards.
 A zombie army in leisure wear, 
 Who traded in the word for the noise
 Dark Times are these, Dark times my friend
 It’s a big black night gone bad
 You shall know the truth, my friend
 and the truth will drive you mad
 A zombie army whose flesh wound is now fatal.
 Who witnessed the Accidental death of Analysis
 And saw the white line, flat line, the deadline 
 play out at their bedside, like so much cheap music, 
 The Absolute Machine.
 Who once dreamed of Camelot and Kennedy and King, 
 and have downsized their dreams to 
 Kanye and Kim and endless bling
 Whose mothers who have lost their kids 
 and are reduced to posting pictures of cats and cakes 
 Whose fathers are middle-aged losers, 
 self-imagined ladies men, 
 drunk on loneliness and disappointment, 
 obsessed with sexting, swinging and online porn
 Dark Times are these, Dark times my friend
 It’s a big black night gone bad
 You shall know the truth, my friend
 and the truth will drive you mad
 Dark Times are these, Dark times my friend
 It’s a big black night gone bad
 You shall know the truth, my friend
 and the truth will drive you mad
 An overgrown, over stimulated boy
 An overstuffed toy 
 Who, by day, is deluded, by night is disturbed
 Who, for an instant, heard the light in blissed-out noise of 
 The Clash and Patti Smith, of Richard Hell or the Ronettes 
 But was buried under the weight of what they never needed, and died of
stuffocation.
 Whose life was played out in episodes 
 to fill available time with meaning.
 Like spitting at a wall to try to knock it down.
 It begins at The Grave and goes forward from there
 Dark Times are these, Dark times my friend
 It’s a big black night gone bad
 You shall know the truth, my friend
 and the truth will make you mad
 Dark Times are these, Dark times my friend
 It’s a big black night gone bad
 You shall know the truth, my friend
 and the truth will make you mad
 Whose days are Intolerable means to impossible ends
 Soft movement here and there
 Slowing right down to not much.
 A background hum of the void
 And the digital hubbub 
 interference and static and 
 the white noise of boredom
 whose life is a song written in sand and resolved in dirt
 who spend their whole day on the hook
 looking through the cracks and clawing at the sky
 Like trying to nail down the sea
 I hear a whistling down the hall, behind the door
 It is no tune; it is the only tune. 
 It is the sound of time passing
 It is the soundtrack of forever 
 Dark Times are these, Dark times my friends
 It’s a big black night gone bad
 You shall know the truth, my friends
 and the truth will make you mad
 Dark Times are these, Dark times my friends
 It’s a big black night gone bad
 You shall know the truth, my friends
 and the truth will make you mad
Written by: Richard Strange

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