Beautiful Day To Be Dead
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 3:
from Chaotic Narcotic (2009 August 29) (3:44)
Yeah it's just me, as you can see
I'm high again with no place I'm going
Tell her I'm not there, I am nowhere
And nothing's just what I want to be knowing
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Something I could not decide
Where I've been, the devils could sell you
On cold concrete we spoke our piece
Now the dust speaks all I could tell you
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Somehow I see this goodbye
Without an end, hardly a parting
A different face, another place
Behind the rust, the cycle's restarting
I'm high again with no place I'm going
Tell her I'm not there, I am nowhere
And nothing's just what I want to be knowing
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Something I could not decide
Where I've been, the devils could sell you
On cold concrete we spoke our piece
Now the dust speaks all I could tell you
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Somehow I see this goodbye
Without an end, hardly a parting
A different face, another place
Behind the rust, the cycle's restarting
version 2:
from Hymnal Apocrypha (2008 December 04) (3:48)
Yeah it's just me, as you can see
I'm high again with no place I'm going
Tell her I'm not there, I am nowhere
And nothing's just what I want to be knowing
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Something I could not decide
Where I've been, the devils could sell you
On cold concrete we spoke our piece
Now the dust speaks all I could tell you
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Somehow I see this goodbye
Without an end, hardly a parting
A different face, another place
Behind the rust, the cycle's restarting
I'm high again with no place I'm going
Tell her I'm not there, I am nowhere
And nothing's just what I want to be knowing
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Something I could not decide
Where I've been, the devils could sell you
On cold concrete we spoke our piece
Now the dust speaks all I could tell you
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Somehow I see this goodbye
Without an end, hardly a parting
A different face, another place
Behind the rust, the cycle's restarting
version 1:
from Dustpan Ballads of the Total Stoned Model Citizen (2001 October 22) (3:41)
Yeah it's just me, as you can see
I'm high again with no place I'm going
Tell her I'm not there, I am nowhere
And nothing's just what I want to be knowing
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Something I could not decide
Where I've been, the devils could sell you
On cold concrete we spoke our piece
Now the dust speaks all I could tell you
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Somehow I see this goodbye
Without an end, hardly a parting
A different face, another place
Behind the rust, the cycle's restarting
I'm high again with no place I'm going
Tell her I'm not there, I am nowhere
And nothing's just what I want to be knowing
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Something I could not decide
Where I've been, the devils could sell you
On cold concrete we spoke our piece
Now the dust speaks all I could tell you
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Somehow I see this goodbye
Without an end, hardly a parting
A different face, another place
Behind the rust, the cycle's restarting
earliest live performance: 2008 April 16