Angel Numbers: 333

by David Heatley

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released September 19, 2016

All songs written by David Heatley © 2016.
All rights reserved.

The Angel Numbers Band:

David Heatley: Guitar, Vocals
Pete Galub: Lead Guitar, BG Vocals
Alice Bierhorst: Drums, BG Vocals
Dana Lyn: Violin, BG Vocals
Adam Tully: Bass, BG Vocals
Evan Rapport: Saxaphone on “Sexified” and “Davey Curlijets”
Amy Kohn: Duet Vocal on “Die with You”

Produced by Pete Galub.

Engineered by Peter Karl at Peter Karl Studios.
Additional engineering, keyboards and vocoder assistance by Joe McGinty.
Mixed by Adam Gold.
Mastered by Matt Boynton.

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David Heatley New York, New York

David Heatley is a cartoonist and musician living in Queens. His critically acclaimed graphic memoir My Brain is Hanging Upside Down has been translated into 3 other languages and was called by the NYT Book Review "a beautifully unsettling mosaic of comic-strip jokes." Heatley has been writing, performing and recording music since 1992. ... more

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Track Name: Sexified
Sexified...
This puts the nail in the coffin of me ever being sexified
Strolling through the mall in California with some fashion model European by my side

Oh.

Sexified...
Just an aging semi-crazy still trying to play at being sexified
All alone after the show and masturbating in the bed when I'm next to my wife

Oh.

My shades, my clothes, my ride, my boat
My face, my nose, my eyes, my throat
It's late, I know, I'm high, I'm soaked
It's fate I'm broke, I lied, I stole

I lost it all
I watched it go

Sexified...
If I could have one prayer be answered I'd ask God to make me sexified
A million bodies at the stage, not underage, but young, I'd ask the best one to be my new bride

Oh!
Track Name: Davey Curlijets
Davey Curlijets was a boy soldier
Couldn't wait til the day he got older
So he could fight with a knife and a handgun
Pop! Pop! Cut! Cut! Put 'em in the wagon

Please! Can you hear me, Davey Curlijets?
You are not dead. You are not dead. You are not dead.

Now who could stop such a dynamo fighter?
See him comin and they turn a shade whiter
Every night of the week he ups the ante
When he's out on the street with the other vigilantes

Please! Can you hear me, Davey Curlijets?
You are not dead. You are not dead. You are not dead.

Please! Can you hear me, Davey Curlijets?
You are not dead. You are not dead. You are not dead.

Cut to the scene where Davey Curlijets meets his untimely end. He's being flown to England in the dead of night to penetrate a sleeper cell of neo-Nazi skinheads. Crawling through the ventilator ducts, armed to the teeth, Davey Curlijets drops down into the fray—a whirling dervish of death, knives spinning, bullets spraying, sending racist teenage thugs to meet their unholy makers...

Close up on their faces, chopped and quartered—half a jaw spewing jets of crimson piss. Globs of hemoglobin arc and land, spattering into Davey Curlijets' visage. He sees red. It's right at this moment that a half-dead Nazi, pulling and dragging himself by one hand, locates a stray pistol and points it shakily at our hero. The evil boy's aim proves to be impossibly true...

Davey Curlijets lets loose a gutteral howl and drops down to the concrete floor, falling through memory fragments and dream noise, his life leaking out through the hole in his freshly torn stomach. The frame tightens in on his one open eye, fluttering frantically before it closes itself to the world forever.

The music swells. Fade to black. Titles read, "Here Lies Davey Curlijets, A Noble Warrior, The Likes of Which We May Never Again Know!"

Please! Can you hear me, Davey Curlijets?
You are not dead. You are not dead. You are not dead.
Track Name: Die With You
I'll bring you flowers in bed
I'll place a wreath on your head
A blanket made of dirt
Will make a good nightshirt

Our love is biodegradable
I want to die with you

Drown me in your love
When death is not enough
To stop my breathing for two
You know I'm rotting with you

Rigor mortis is an aphrodisiac
I want to die with you

When I finally cease
Will your passion increase?
Cause you know that my love will grow
Like the flowers that grow

On your grave...
Will you keep trying to pick them up and put them in your hair?
I want to die with you