Best Before Never Tour

by TyLean

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The CD featuring most of the show from the Best Before Never Tour 2016.

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released August 8, 2016

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TyLean Valencia, Spain

TyLean goes beyond a vocalist with a power set of pipes; she's an envelope-pushing avant garde artist with a penchant for disturbing sights and sounds. With frequent use of dissonance, conflicting time signatures, a-tonal key signatures, nonscoreable instrumentation and lyrics that reflect a harsh perception of reality, TyLean's music has been described as Audial Terrorism. ... more

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Track Name: Love Always Dies (Formaldehyde Mix)
Hatred can fuel a war
for hundreds of years,
but love
it always dies.

Love Always Dies,
love always ends.
Why can't we live in a world
where no one pretends
that there's a happily ever after
and years of laughter?
'Cause love always ends,
Love Always Dies.

Til death do us part,
sabotaged from the start.
Even when we make it through,
love:
it will
still die.

Love Always Dies,
love always ends.
Why can't we live in a world
where no one pretends
that there's a happily ever after
and years of laughter?
'Cause love always ends,
Love Always Dies.

Love Always Dies,
so what's the point?
We only set ourselves up
for disappointment.
Lots of fights,
sleepless nights.
Inevitable lies,
tearful goodbyes,
Love Always Dies.

Love Always Dies,
love always ends.
There's no happily ever after
and no years of laughter.
'Cause love always ends.
Love always ends.
Love always ends,
Love Always Dies.
Track Name: The Dark and the Blue and the Grey
My heart is tired of beating,
beating for you.
My skin has turned blue.

You got me thinkin' bout,
you got me thinkin' bout
what I'm gonna do.
What I'm gonna do
with this life of mine.
With my life without you,
life without you.

I must be honest;
I see no future.
All I see is the Dark and the Blue and the Grey.
When all I saw before
was black and white,
but knowing you
has forever changed my sight.
Track Name: Big Hearts
Big Hearts
get torn in two.
They figure
you got enough
to spare,
and it's your fault
for caring.

The wicked:
they get ahead,
and the fat get fatter.
They count
on the helpless,
the needy
and those with

Big Hearts
get torn in two.
They figure
you got enough,
you got enough
to spare,
and it's your fault
for sharing.

You got your givers.
You got your takers,
but sooner of later
the well
will run dry,
and what will you do then?
What will you do then?
Go to war?
Settle the score?

Big Hearts
get torn in two.
They figure
you got enough,
you got enough
to spare,
and it's your fault
for caring.

It's your fault.
Track Name: Amputation of a Heart
Kill the rind,
because the fruit,
the fruit is rotten.
Fuck December,
a memory supposedly forgotten.

Amputation of a Heart.

Gangrenous,
the wound it smells
baking in the fires of
hell.

Amputation of a Heart.
Track Name: Anodyne
I thought you were a man,
but you were just a little boy.
I thought you were a man,
but you were too busy with your toys.
If I’d only known
it took so little to give you joy.

Anodyne
Anodyne
The pain is mine
I need an Anodyne.
I need an Anodyne.

If you’d only given me a sign
this was only a game.
If you’d only given me a sign
then I’d hold all the blame,
but to men like you
it’s all one and the same.

Anodyne
Anodyne
The pain is mine
I need an Anodyne.
I need an Anodyne.
I need an Anodyne.
I need an Anodyne.
I need an Anodyne.
I need an Anodyne.
Track Name: Rosalyn (Remastered)
They were bound to their beds with wire and twine.
She extracted their skin one slice at a time.

Beaten, starved and soaked with urine.
The boys of the orphange,
Head Mistress Rosalyn.

Hidden on the top floor her secret laboratory.
The staff wouldn't stop her, though they all knew the stories.

Oh how their silence was a sin.
The boys of the orphanage,
Head Mistress Rosalyn.

One cold night in February,
she barricaded the boys in.
She lite a match and breathed in
the smell of their burning skin.

It's been said you can still hear their screaming.
The boys of the orphanage
and Rosalyn.
Track Name: Rosalyn (Axeman Jim Remix)
They were bound to their beds with wire and twine.
She extracted their skin one slice at a time.

Beaten, starved and soaked with urine.
The boys of the orphange,
Head Mistress Rosalyn.

Hidden on the top floor her secret laboratory.
The staff wouldn't stop her, though they all knew the stories.

Oh how their silence was a sin.
The boys of the orphanage,
Head Mistress Rosalyn.

One cold night in February,
she barricaded the boys in.
She lite a match and breathed in
the smell of their burning skin.

It's been said you can still hear their screaming.
The boys of the orphanage
and Rosalyn.
Track Name: Rosalyn A Cappella
They were bound to their beds with wire and twine.
She extracted their skin one slice at a time.

Beaten, starved and soaked with urine.
The boys of the orphange,
Head Mistress Rosalyn.

Hidden on the top floor her secret laboratory.
The staff wouldn't stop her, though they all knew the stories.

Oh how their silence was a sin.
The boys of the orphanage,
Head Mistress Rosalyn.

One cold night in February,
she barricaded the boys in.
She lite a match and breathed in
the smell of their burning skin.

It's been said you can still hear their screaming.
The boys of the orphanage
and Rosalyn.
Track Name: Death Net Swaddling
Hiding in the tall weeds
as the truck drives by.
They're looking for us,
but I don't know why.

I think they´re gone.
They are out of sight.
We can make it to the river bank,
hide there until night.

Crouching below the river bank
trying not to make a sound.
If they capture us, we're dead for sure,
but now I can't see the ground.

The earth falls out from under me.
I've been trapped in a rope net.
My view grows wider as the hoist me higher,
slowly rotating, shivering and wet.

Then I see her hair matted with blood
as she dangles in her Death Net Swaddling.
Her jaw is gaping open. One eye has been torn out.
The other is wide and gawking.

As I gasp at the si........

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching on.