Beautiful Funerals

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released April 20, 2016

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Track Name: Vicious
Kick in the backbeat beating like a heartbeat
Little miss bo peep had a little black sheep
Lookin just like me, let’s kick it into high key
You’re not my little wifey, you’re nothing fucking like me

Cause I got a plan on how to stack some grands
Unlike the high school bands I got more than three fans
Respect my hustle, kicking up the dust bowl
The music’s got a heartbeat I’m working the muscle

Don’t you know? You don’t run this show.
I don’t need a fucking chorus to kill you like crows.
Ignoring the hoes plowing these cornrows.
Cultural appropriation digging up holes.

Let’s get back to it, the static I’m coming through it
You know I’m gonna do it, take a sec to compute it
Cause it takes a sharp wit to keep up with this shit
I’m as clean and as racing as a brand new whip

I don’t need notes to sink you like boats
I’ll slay it acapella drown your ass in a moat.
Cause music’s on my mind like 24/7
These beats are all grimy like a 7/11
And who’ll be laughing when I’m buying 9/11’s
I just rhymed 11 with 11 but sh, nobody telling

Back to the show time to load and go
Always packing heat when you’re hurting the road
I’m always gonna speed when you go so slow,
So interpret this fuckers I’m the new kronos

Time is money I play the game like it’s rummy
Tell me isn’t it funny how your nose will get runny
When it’s too damn cold to pick up the phone,
I’ll read the rolling stone when the cover’s my throne

A final transmission puts me in remission
These songs are the only ones that make sure I’m livin
Cause yeah I write ribbons and I’m tying up villians
And I’m spelling out stories that’ll just leave you chillin

Cause my game’s so cold that your food won’t mold
Refrigerate reciprocate the lips that I own
I’m leaving you breathless, and like a fucking necklace
Pull you up to my level so I can beat you senseless.
Track Name: Beautiful Funerals
A beautiful funeral won’t send you to heaven
So decapitate me like the blonde from seven
The one with brad pitt and morgan freeman
Bathe me in holy water keep my bread unleavened

Cause winners are sinners
I guess I’m leaving you bitter
Weaving rhymes like spinners
Cause my lines are all iller

Hot fuss like the killers
Clean the scene like distillers
I’m a black rose bouquet,
Your dandelions are wilters.

Don’t you say we’re getting older
Looking in the eye of my beholder
And don’t you know, love’s not a victimless crime
But now your face went numb and you can’t tell the time

I make this shit look easy
And don’t you know you can’t flex your kicks, cause your mom bought you those yeezys
A gucci belt I know you’re compensatin
I don’t wanna pick a fight but it’s the truth that I’m sayin
Ya got nike elites and MJ’s on your feet but you should sit the fuck down cause I spit the most heat, bitch!

I’m depressed and obsessed with always being the best
It feels nice to confess and get that the fuck off my chest
Hope you’re scared to death I’m gonna catch my breath
Cause I’m doing to words what walter white did to ___
Shit that’s a cool line
I spit that shit all the time
Becase I like to remind you that I got a quick mind
Feel free to rewind, I choke you right from behind because
These words are just ropes and it’s a noose that I’m tying

Read my expression and I’ll teach you a lesson
About starting ascensions into faded confessions
Shit I’m just messing, well that was a lie.
If I keep poppin like candy then I’m gonna fucking die

My lyrics slice and dice leave your corpse to the mice
Once I’m done with you you’re gonna need some ice
Go ahead and try to stop me, getting brain just like a zombie
I’m chanel you’re abercrombie
If I’m clyde you’re no bonnie

Go go go go back to your home, knick knack paddywhack give a dog a bone
Cause my dogtag reads nobody knows he just runs around in fancy clothes racing the road

Don’t you say we’re getting older
Looking in the eye of my beholder
And don’t you know, love’s not a victimless crime
But now your face went numb and you can’t tell the time

I make this shit look easy
And don’t you know you can’t flex your kicks, cause your mom bought you those yeezys
A gucci belt I know you’re compensatin
I don’t wanna pick a fight but it’s the truth that I’m sayin
Ya got nike elites and MJ’s on your feet but you should sit the fuck down cause I spit the most heat, bitch!

Go go go go back to your home, knick knack paddywhack give a dog a bone
Cause my dogtag reads nobody knows he just wants to kill the feeling of being alone
[emo]
Track Name: Chloroform
Set the stage
Scene one, the audience listens
To a boy with bright eyes
Tryna get the permission
To start his own story and make his own rythym
And it's Beatin like his heartbeat, Beatin like his heartbeat

Start it out slow get a feel for the road
But then kick it up a gear cause we're racin the cold cold memories, the cold cold memories

No ziploc bag is gonna make me smile
I confess that I haven't been happy for a while
So here I'll profess I feel I'm losin the trial
The jury's still out, yeah the jury's still out


And I can't take it longer
They said it fades in time but it just gets stronger
And I'm not strong enough

So give me one more reason to stay
Give me one more song to play
That might take it all away

Give me one more hand to hold
I Can't fix my broken soul
I can't sleep in this bed alone

Yeah I can't take it anymore
I relate to how it feels when the midnight shore
Gets pulled by the tides to the ocean floor
And the waves still won't stop asking for more
And the rain just won't stop starting to pour
And how your eyes looked just like an open door
Invitin me inside with some choloroform
In the hand that they're usin to hold open the door

I'm lost

So come sit down pull up a chair
You and your black lace underwear
And please stop tellin me that it's not fair
That I can't seem to care
About my own welfare
I left tears on the steering wheel
I'm living as if nothing's real
And day to day there's no appeal
Rewinding from reel to reel
I hit replay to kill the feel
I'm standing in a burning field
I'm tryin not to feel the fear I'm
Feeling when your lips come near

I'm lyrically unconscious
And it's weigh in on my concious
Can't talk I hold no conch
It's lord of the flies, I lost it
And I can't block the pain
You'll forget my name
And you'll place the blame
On the distance babe
But it's not a game
And my heart you've slain
And it'll feel the same when you're caught in the rain
And please stop makin me forget their faces
I still think about you on a regular basis

Yeah I can't take it anymore
I relate to how it feels when the midnight shore
Gets pulled by the tides to the ocean floor
And the waves still won't stop asking for more
And the rain just won't stop starting to pour
And how your eyes looked just like an open door
Invitin me inside with some choloroform
In the hand that they're usin to hold open the door

I'm lost inside those big blue eyes
I still think of every time a part of me dies
And with every breath of Nearin death I'm losin my mind
Because I can't seem to find the right words to remind myself
I'm runnin out of time
I left you far behind
You never treated me kind but short memory bites
And I start to pick fights where it used to be so nice
And where my heart used to be's a fistful of ice

Yeah I can't take it anymore
I relate to how it feels when the midnight shore
Gets pulled by the tides to the ocean floor
And the waves still won't stop asking for more
And the rain just won't stop starting to pour
And how your eyes looked just like an open door
Invitin me inside with some choloroform
In the hand that they're usin to hold open the door
Track Name: Blue Dream
My checks get cashed if you know what I mean blue dream make a scene with ms delivigne
It seems that no one can ever conceive
I'm about to make a b like Dr. E
vil
Wood weevils
Lines chew you like beagles
Snapchat blow a stack
Begging like seagulls
Get a ring up but stop actin like Smeagle
You get bionic for the chronic
I'm like Dre's d evils

Cause when you got this much to spare,
I can see why you stare
But at this point I just don't care
X2

I'm in a bit of a blue dream
Chokin with the wrong team
Walkin like a nazi
Stinking up bugattis

I'm in a bit of a blue dream
Bored at the parties
Sick of the body's
Pressing against me like two peas

In a pod my facade gets so odd, and gets hot and when i try take it off I'm stuck feeling like a god

And I swear that my ego isn't as high as we go
And I act so frio cause I'm sick of hearing veto


Polka dot socks and cons
Take a breath and rub your hand against my iron ons
Please save me ponce de Leon
I need a fountain of time, cause my watch is all wrong
And that little black dress
Makes me whole back depress
Take a little Polaroid I'll keep it in my desk
Pull some smoke into my aching chest
Spit so much fire I started burning the rest

Unoriginal
No residual
Lyrically fictional
Not enough political
Messages, non of yours are subliminal
You can't meet eyes, yet you call yourself a criminal ?

But when you got this much to spare,
I can see why you stare
But at this point I just don't care
X2

Chorus

Put happiness on hold
Boy you betta do what you're told
With all the shit we do for you,
How dare you act this cold?

It's just my head's all dead unread messages
I'm rolling and I'm turning in bed
And hey you there? Jacket and the cute hair
Stop flashing quick stares, cause I know I gotta cut my hair.
Track Name: Miss .45
I like it when you say my name
You gotta look in your eyes like you're crying out fame
And the president of sellin it
Smells like cigarettes n shit
I can't fool you, that's definite
So here's to acting infinite.

Like tv teens
Leather jacket dreams
Ashes on the dashboard
Livin like queens
No complaints
Except for everything
I'm like 17 now, where's my wedding ring?

I got your art on my walls
But the tape let's it fall
I'd put em up higher but I'm not that tall
Fuck it lets go shopping at the outlet mall
I got two arms to carry your Victoria haul

Nothing matters
When your both mad hatters
Between fittin in and stickin out we're pickin the latter
I tell you that you always make my fuckin heart shatter
And that you're shooting through me like a rattattattater

Little miss forty five
I've never felt so alive
As when you're tearing my to pieces, tearing me to pieces
Little miss forty five
If my life's a quick walk, you're an ocean drive
I'm so stressed out that it's givin me hives
But the itches all fade when I look in your eyes

Pop culture magazines
Seasonal allergies
Poppin a loratadine
Cause your walking habits seem
Always to require me
But the fucking pollen scene
Is fucking me, I'm nasally
My vision seems a bit hazey

But isn't it worth it, just to hold your hand?
2 feet from you is the promised land
You make my knees give out till I can't fucking stand
And I hate the way that you have got a hold of me, damn!

I got your art on my walls
But the tape let's it fall
I'd put em up higher but I'm not that tall
Fuck it lets go shopping at the outlet mall
I got two arms to carry your Victoria haul

Nothing matters
When your both mad hatters
Between fittin in and stickin out we're pickin the latter
I tell you that you always make my fuckin heart shatter
And that you're shooting through me like a rattattattater

Little miss forty five
I've never felt so alive
As when you're tearing my to pieces, tearing me to pieces
Little miss forty five
If my life's a quick walk, you're an ocean drive
You're the only film I'm rating five out of five
Cause you should get a trophy for the look in your eyes
Track Name: Pentax
My life's viewed through a Pentax
Gotta try to get in focus in between the acts
And an old film picture of a wrecked car crash
Doesn't do justice to the black tire tracks
And August nine? Oh he's doin just fine
Rappin bout money and always crossing the line
But what happened to me?
What happened to me?

The thing with film is that it doesn't leave
A lighters the equivalent of hitting delete
And I know that I'm killin it, acting like
I'm a villain it
Gets hard to be chillin when your life feels like its slipping
And I feel like I'm hittin
The point where you start tippin
I'm like a titanic, nobody's left livin
Every single moment when we smile like children
It's only skin deep and it doesn't sink in

So burn one out for a broken clown
Burn one down for this sleeping town
Burn one now cause I'm hearing the hounds
They can smell it when it's burning so finish it now
And like a dog and cat, they'll be running right back
Just Like the endless game of seekin fame,
They always leave tracks
And you can only get so far
Scratching at your old scars
Happiness is hard to find in the back of a wrecked car

An old film picture from an old Pentax
It's just an act, it's just an act
deactivate my arms and back
I'm not cutting you slack,
I want my bloody heart back
An old film picture from an old Pentax
How he reacts, like the psycopaths
That're kickin ass in in their fancy hats
Incompetent on situations after the class

Am, F, G, em
On making money taking names
Forget about the fame if it feels the same
Just follow that heart! They say act your part,
But When the night gets dark
It's hard to see far
And everyone screams keep chasin your dreams
But I feel like shit and so it seems
That I can't stay clean
Cause everyone's stressin me,
I'll get through it though , depressingly
Play it like the chess team
Maybe it's a bad dream

Polish the lens, cause the camera defends
I'll hop in a Benz, bring a couple of friends
Cause someday I won't be hitting dead ends
Some day it's me that's setting the trends

Instagram hashtag I'm so alone
This house isn't bad, it's just not my home
But what's the cure when you feel cold right to the bone?
Doctor brown knows, I feel just like a clone

Everything I say sounds the same,
The chords are all different but the words are like rain
And I'm flooding with pain,
All I wanna do is change
Cause Who I am tonight
Is just a bit too strange

Walking around with a look on my face of disgust,
I've discussed, I'm getting sick of the rat race
Dark and broody
Tendency to get moody
Are you there god, it's me?
But my name isn't Judy

My minds fill with what where when and why
What happens when I die if I'm not a good guy?
What if my dream never breaks the seams
Is biting a bullet better than a jobs behind screens?

An old film picture from an old Pentax
It's just an act, it's just an act
deactivate my arms and back
I'm not cutting you slack,
I want my bloody heart back
An old film picture from an old Pentax
How he reacts, like the psycopaths
That're kickin ass in in their fancy hats
Incompetent on situations after the class

Am, F, G, em
On making money taking names
Forget about the fame if it feels the same
Just follow that heart! They say act your part,
But When the night gets dark
It's hard to see far
And everyone screams keep chasin your dreams
But I feel like shit and so it seems
That I can't stay clean
Cause everyone's stressin me,
I'll get through it though , depressingly
Play it like the chess team
Maybe it's a bad dream

An old film picture from an old Pentax
It's like a firemens axe is stickin out of my back
Life hacks and hacks, and I can't relax
So I wrote up a track, even if my voice cracks
I'll sing it out loud and I'll belt it out proud
You'll only see me quittin in a funeral shroud
And I don't know how I'm gonna get there now,
But know it's going down, and I'm takin the crown

Am, F, G, em
On making money taking names
Forget about the fame if it feels the same
Just follow that heart! They say act your part,
But When the night gets dark
It's hard to see far
And everyone screams keep chasin your dreams
But I feel like shit and so it seems
That I can't stay clean
Cause everyone's stressin me,
I'll get through it though , depressingly
Play it like the chess team
Maybe it's a bad dream
Track Name: Kurt Cobain
Cause it's six to 3
Both AMs for me
Late at night I'm still workin when you're asleep
Passing my classes
Time moves like molasses
It's hard to say I found a way
To tolerate you dumb asses

I'm pissed all the time!
I know I look like I'm fine
But you can tell by the rhymes I designed
I'm relyin
On nobody else except maybe myself
But I don't trust my reflection
And I think I need help

Therapy can't help me
The cures are like placebos
And my card's got some zeroes
But I feel like an antihero
And oh yeah we know
I got a messed up ego
I'm just tryna not blurt out to you
Please don't go

Cause it gets so hard to breathe
When you're starting to
Empathize with drowning in seas
And it gets so hard for me
To try rebeleive
In what's been pre conceived

Cause I'm not anything that's come before me
He's a big hot mess the boy that's performing
But everyone here has got a couple of issues
Why don't you break out the tissues
Fill my phone with I miss you's

Cause chokin on your dinner like Kurt cobain
Has gotta bring some pain
Doesn't he have a brain
Yano I only did it cause the days are all the same
Living like a broken record
Vinyls twist in the rain

Okay let's compare our self drive to firepower
Let's say I'm a 50 cal, a thousand mph
You're all 22s a little light on the powder
You think you work hard? Bitch
I'm writing lines in the shower

Balancing budgets
Fill my card like a bucket
Your daddy bought you your first car
All I could do was say fuck it

Cause I'm fillin my gas
And I'm acein the class
And I'm Graduating early
You can kiss my ass


Cause I'm not anything that's come before me
He's a big hot mess the boy that's performing
But everyone here has got a couple of issues
Why don't you break out the tissues
Fill my phone with I miss you's

Cause chokin on your dinner like Kurt cobain
Has gotta bring some pain
Doesn't he have a brain
Yano I only did it cause the days are all the same
Living like a broken record
Vinyls twist in the rain
Track Name: Mary
I'm sipping Black Coffee with American cancers
Take it backstage with a couple of dancers
I got good luck and maybe I can chance her
But it all depends,
It all depends on the mood
Playin kid cudi
In the back of a jeep
Who need sleep when you got friends like these
Runnin out doors like a couple of thieves
But it all depends,
It all depends on the mood
No no no,
No no no no,
You're going to slow,
You're going to slow,
And we can't stop, we can't stop
My head is spinning like a top,
Spinning like a top
No no no
No no no,
It's too damn cold
It's too damn cold
And we'll never get old
We'll never get old
Cause every thing we're doin now's
A story to be told

Live and die young while we're still alive
My life's no chaser, hold the lemon lime
Please stop checking the time
Quit checking the time
Cause I'm still learning how to love again
Pack it tight, roll it right cause I'm sick of fake friends
And who cares if we dare to keep a couple bad trends
Cause kids these days stay stressed to the end

Isn't it funny how
Every single time you're caught havin some fun
Your mind keeps bugging ya with stuff to get done?
I got a solution, join the institution
Of learning how to hide the smell of resolution

Cause everybody's cures all kill the emotion
Pain killers for the thrillers
In no control o your motions
And teenage boys are all runnin out lotion
But I got a girl that carries me like an ocean

And her names Mary
Her head's a bit hairy
She smells a bit funny but
She sings like a canary
You'll find her anywhere but she hides like a fairy
If you're thoughts are like mud,
She brings the clarity

And Doctor Doctor
Cure me please.
It never comes ease
When your thoughts are like these
And happiness seems farther for me
Than it ever has been
And it ever will be

And
No no no
No no no
I'm getting sick of the show
Sick of the show
And the chances I blow
And the chances I blow
All make it harder, they make it harder at home

And no no no
No no no
I can't row row row
Row row
And maybe I'm up the creek and missin a paddle
But with friends like these we'll smile losing the battle


Live and die young while we're still alive
My life's no chaser, hold the lemon lime
Please stop checking the time
Quit checking the time
Cause I'm still learning how to love again
Pack it tight, roll it right cause I'm sick of fake friends
And who cares if we dare to keep a couple bad trends
Cause kids these days stay stressed to the end