Feed the Beast

“Ik heb mijn halve leven gerookt en ben erfelijk belast met een bepaalde gevoeligheid voor verslavingen. Een verslaving is als een gemeen duiveltje dat op je schouder zit en in je oor fluistert wat je allemaal moet doen om ervoor te zorgen dat het zich koest houdt. Onbegonnen werk.” JeeWee Donkers

De felle soulgroove van Ronald en Martin geeft JeeWee en Peter alle ruimte om de rafelrandjes op te zoeken.

“I have smoked half of my life, being burdened with a hereditary sensitivity to addictions. An addiction is like a mean little devil sitting on your shoulder, hissing its demands into your ear—what you have to do to keep it quiet. A hopeless task.” —JeeWee Donkers
The fierce, soulful groove of Ronald and Martin gives JeeWee and Peter plenty of room to search out the jagged edges.

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Feed the Beast – words by JeeWee Donkers, music by Live Poets Society

Restless eyes
Shoot from side to side
I should have thought twice
But I thought I was alright

My blood runs cold
But the fever’s getting hot
Feel out of control
Looking for a shot

Hunting down the streets to fill my needs
Searching for something to put me at ease
Sweat runs down my body
Get me something please
Cos I won’t feel at ease
Til I feed the beast

It’s crouching on my shoulder
Whispers in my ear
When my blood runs colder
Tells me what I want to hear

Tampers with my focus
Messes with my mind
Makes me lose my temper
Forces me to cross the line

Hunting down the streets to fill its needs
Looking for something to put it at ease
Sweat runs down my body
Get me something please
Cos I won’t feel at ease
Til I feed the beast

Watch it feast
When you feed the beast
You will find yourself at ease
When you feed the beast
You will keep your peace
As long as you feed the beast

 

JeeWee Donkers – vocal & guitar
Peter Holen – keyboards
Ronald Voskens – drums
Martin Duarte Favaro – bass