The Noble Art Of Denying Reality

by Under The Bed

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Jeff Fitzsimmons Under the Bed is an outstanding example of musicianship and technicality, all done very tastefully. Favorite track: Mosh To This At My Funeral.
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Siggi Bizkit simply amazing, but not simple at all Favorite track: Listen:.
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BONUS ITEM: "Mosh To This At My Funeral" (2014 video version)

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released May 31, 2013

· Drums recorded and edited by Jonathan Mazzeo of Bleed Someone Dry at Mathlab Recording Studio | www.facebook.com/MathLabRecordingStudio
· Bass DIY recorded and edited by Armando Marchetti at LaStanza Home Recording Studio
· Guitar and vocals recorded and edited by Michele Bertocchini (ex Versions) at No Limit Studio | www.facebook.com/nolimitstudiorecords
· Mixing & mastering by Michele Bertocchini
· Cover art by Lelia Àlvarez | www.behance.net/LeliaAlvarez
· Graphic design by Alessandro Cheti (ex Yes I Swear, now in Traveller's Tales) | www.facebook.com/BigDealcollective


Joshua Pettinicchio (raw vocals)
Armando Marchetti (clean vocals, guitar, programming)
Federico Morandi (bass, backing vocals)
Gianmarco Ricciarelli (drums)
Michele Bertocchini (guitar, executive production)

· All music composed, produced and performed by Under The Bed
· All lyrics by Armando Marchetti
· Track 3 co-written with Joshua Pettinicchio and Andrea Barillari
· Bechstein piano in track 5 played by Armando Marchetti

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Under The Bed Montecatini Terme, Italy

What’s under your bed? Old stuff, we guess, and new one too. Monsters you once feared. Things you want to keep hidden, and things you want to keep close. This is UTB. No genre, no rules, just music. Grasp your flashlight, and take a peek.

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Track Name: Listen:
Popcorn hidden inside your bag
the tips of your shoes are digging the ground
(you) bit your lip again this night, kinda sad
guess you'll understand what’s this about

Check my knuckles ‘cause I’m sure they bled
listen to us, stop bitching around
push, push, push your tongue all over my chest
now you’re gonna sink in my eyes, don’t make a sound.

Guess you'll understand what’s this about:
now you’re gonna sink in my…
eyes

Popcorn hidden inside your bag
the tips of your shoes are digging the ground
check my knuckles ‘cause I’m sure they bled
listen to us,
listen to us,
listen.
Track Name: Cornstarch
Hurts more without curses

Someone couldn't sleep tonight
and perhaps someone else couldn't, too:
he kept breathing hard against the dark
doesn't he seem incoherent to you?
Incoherent to you.

I'm not cornstarch

I watched him pacing his black room
trying to figure out the shape of the pictures
your puppet looked at him with his dead gaze
and all that is left after that is fucking haze
it's all I see through the windscreen again

Screams wanted to gush out like tar out of his throat
maybe he couldn't expect that to hit so hard
congrats, I think it's really over

He woke up and couldn't feel his skin anymore
maybe all the cornstarch thing didn't really work
he just hoped he'd become a little bit stronger
maybe his faith crumbled, since he really thought he could dig you

Strange how a 'yes' can destroy everything you built, he said.

Sorry, I couldn't believe it
am I the one you should apologize to?
Yeah, I admit it, I'm not cornstarch,
but I'm not numb, either, what did you do?
I'm fucking sorry, don't blame your attitude
I just can't bear thinking he had it inside you when I called
maybe I need some water to react
but the real fact is that your rain is gone,
get it?
Hurts more
Hurts more
without curses

I don't think I can talk to you
not before I have changed my mood
You are the night, I'm not your blame
I was your life, you were my rain

Now I will not deny this fence
but I still recall you teaching me to dance
since I cried and met everlasting love in angels

I felt like I was wreckage, but
perhaps I needed this rough cut
since I honestly can't stand the way you acted
thanks a lot, though, it's really over now

I need someone else, now I see
being selfish is my primal need
just remember when your stitches I could mend
I promise all will be fine in the end.

Fucking miss you

I heard you saying that you can't bear me
I hope one night you’ll dream about me and wake up crying.

Should I have fucked you more often? I hope not.

I told you love is like a plant you have to water
If you only,
If you only give love
but nobody cares,
nobody waters it
it becomes dry and dies

You probably can’t imagine
how happy I am to know you are my rain

I'm not cornstarch sometimes
sorry I interrupted
fuck, I just can't tolerate
thinking of you that way
There's no need to get angry
you really think I overreacted?
hope these words won't offend
hope I really made you happy

See I wanted to sting
but I am not that bad.
Now can you see?
See how incoherent I am?

Now blame me.
Now fucking blame me.

Someone couldn’t sleep tonight
Couldn’t sleep tonight.
Tonight.

Should I have fucked you more often?
Track Name: Twi-Night Doubleheader
Wow.

I'm ready to wipe the tears from my eyes
I'd have traded my car for your lies
so you could say that I wasn't
ruining your existence at all
hands up for honesty

Your feelings for me were like a fucking flu
now I'm sick while you're healthy what the hell is this?
I can see what the problem is with you, girl
even if I call you wicked I still like you anyway

I said your feelings for me were like a fucking flu
I repeat lyrics 'cause I have no more ideas left
after all it's been years since I loved you last
but this song's intro needed to be
a bit more badass

Please don’t grind.

Grind your teeth
and I’ll fucking freeze

Unglue your back from the bed, my love
come right here and see the end of your dream
whether if it was about a monster or screams
now I want you to sleep and stay still, don't move
don't fucking move

My spine is bent and my head's on the sleep bag
from this low level I can see nothing's there
don't hesitate, see? No eyes under your bed
hope this clears the contemptuous look on your face

I had dreams, too, don't pretend you didn't know
don't you reckon your moans won't make it easier to bear?
My face is sweat, I came on these sheets
and I hate myself to death

Do you really mean to add one more injury
in this thick texture of tears?
Am I really supposed to witness this torture?
I think this night's gonna be the longest ever

I hate this room, it's gonna make me detest you, too
pretty way to fuck up a new year
do you remember, gave me life, it's hilarious
now I'd like to lie here and never stir anymore

I hear fireworks, feel like I'm a war veteran
seeing all their flashes lighting this place, don't worry
I will leave tomorrow, hope this will clear
the contemptuous look on your fucking face
(fucking face)

I don't wanna hear your pain
'cause I didn't give it to you
I'm tired of sleeping to run away
so tonight it ends, but it's so hard to
stop staring at your closed door

I swear I will leave tomorrow
but I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
staring at the closed door

Staring at your closed door

I look deranged
That's your fault, hell, yeah!
I look deranged
This is your fault.

Please don't grind

I’m ready… to wipe the tears from my eyes
Do you like me now? Do you like me now?

Faster than MDMA in your mind
Faster than MDMA in your mind


Your feelings for me were like a fuckin’ flu
now I'm sick while you're healthy what the hell is this?
I can see what the problem is with you, girls
even if I call you wicked I still like you anyway
That’s your fault, hell yeah
Please don’t grind.

Do you really mean to add one more injury
in this thick texture of tears?
Am I really supposed to witness this torture?
I think this night's gonna be the longest ever
You were my hair dryer hum
and I never told you enough
but that doesn’t excuse you
I think this night's gonna be the longest ever
Track Name: Fuckface
Sorry if I didn't change that much
I didn't dispel your doubts about how weak I am
I'm reprehensible, yes, 'cause I still remember when I said
«I want you to know that I won't put pressure on you, fuckface,
want to know why? Because I acted like you heaps of times before...
heaps of times before»

Wicked!

We all know you failed me on your life
guess it depends on the fact I talk way too much
I have flaws and thoughts I ain't strong enough to get rid of
paranoia slashes my head, got dreads I can't control

So I complain about ‘em and pray they'll vanish
try my best to banish them in a place where
quicksand can gulp them, understand?
I didn't mean to offend, I just need to mend my cuts
sorry I've got a brand new fear every twenty seconds, fuck
I reckon it's easy to get tired of me

Sorry If I didn't change that much, I'm the same
I didn't dispel your doubts about how weak I am
I'm reprehensible, I see, I called a person a fuckface,
deeply knowing I'm just like him

I’m just like him

I won’t leave you, and you won’t leave me

We all know my mistakes outgrow me
won't stop punching my face when I miss your embrace
Way too easy for you to forget me, you don’t see me anymore
don’t even give me the chance to haunt you the right way
You know? I'm proud to be a fuckface,
jaundice makes me a psycho, too
at least it's my neck I strangle
Yeah, I act angry, but I'm really really happy
you sleep with someone else,
even though it doesn't seem like that

What up, girl?

One more time.

Got booed on stage, want me to change style?
Mind if i slit your throat with a bass string and laugh?
I hit my father, I behave like I'm insane,
that's probably caused by the fact you wanted a child from me

So sorry If I didn't change that much, I'm the same
sorry if I can't forget the smell between your legs
got no advice for you, new fuckface, but if you
hear something about cystic fibrosis, run the fuck away

People say this can't last
We both know a word for this

I hope you're feeling this
I hope these chords slash your ears while you're fucking her
I hope she's hearing me
I know you'll be the one being left this time
I hope you're feeling this
I hope this kick drum makes your chest collapse
I hope you’re hearing me:
now it's your turn to fucking suffer

Paranoia hurts, right?
Paranoia hurts, right?
Paranoia hurts, guess you'll understand I'm not weak, I'm just human

I want you to know that I won't put pressure on you, fuckface,
want to know why? Because I acted like you heaps of times before...
heaps of times before

Did you know I'm wrong again?
I'm wrong again.
Did you know I'm wrong again?
Otherwise why’d I still be here
writing another song about you?
Shit.
Holy shit.
Shit.
Track Name: Dead Giant
Oh… I’m just bricks and stones to you,
have fun running inside me
I’m cold as a corpse, that’s because I’m dying
Don’t speak too loud, I might fall to pieces
I’ve been sleeping for ages, but I can hear you all

Get out of me

A whisper of wind makes my spiderwebs move
I’ve been here so long I am almost dead
I just couldn't believe someone could still love me
Despite the veil of darkness covering me

(I know you're trying to) heal me!
But I don't want you to,
I just wanna dry, understand this?
Fear me!
All the fiends I can unleash will
make you change your mind.

Will make you change.


You do believe in monsters, do you? Do you?
We do believe in monsters, we do! We do!
We do believe in monsters, do you? Do you?
Do you?


I’ve lived here so long
your life spoils my death
I’ve lived here so long
I am almost dead.

I never said you were
allowed to be inside
me

I know, maybe my words scare you, do they?
I thank you for everything
I really appreciate it, but I don't need your farewells
It's okay, they say I won't last long
That I'm old as fuck
That I am ugly

I told you that I
was almost dead
I'd like to see you
in my fucking place.

Enjoy my breakdown.

Sorry for having bothered you today
I just need to stay here and die
I don't want you

I’m dead
I don't want you
I don't want you
I've been here so fucking long.


I’ve been here so long I'm almost dead
I lived here so long I'm almost dead
Sorry for having bothered you today
I thank you for everything
I really appreciate it but I don’t need your farewells
I don’t need your farewells, it’s okay.
It’s okay, I am almost dead.
I am almost dead.
I am almost…
Track Name: Mosh To This At My Funeral
Say what d’you want me to be, what do you want?
Your friends should stop oppressing me
How do you want me to be? You said that I 
was the only one able to calm you down, was I?

I'm happy I
had to let you go
maybe I was too raw 
for you, I suppose
now you should 
say what d’you want me to be,
what d’you want me to be
right in my face.

What's the matter kid, does my black suit frighten you?
Keep on playing on the sidewalk,
guess I'll find you and your skateboard here when I'm back

Tears paint your big eyes red as your scratched knees are
Since I'm old I'm supposed to be wise,
but sometimes I'm not that able at lying, I've never been

Wait! Now I see why
you liked when I squeezed your throat, got it.
Man, I sure had a good life
Hey, that's how we all want it to end,
I died smiling

Now I don't want to see any sad faces or tears,
only alcohol must wet the ground, get stupid!

Down.

No time for pity, go
this shit is getting cool
dance with your pretty girlfriends,
dance, dance

First things first, think I've spat enough blood on you,
I'm so glad I met you, but now tell me why did you spoil
everything like so?

Just kiddin’!
I don't care.
I'm dead,
you see me
Look at my suit
I'm right here
I know you
Used to be honest and shit with me
That's how I want you all to speak about me
Tell about when we got high together
say I'm an asshole, but don't you tell lies

Frighten your kids, tell them I
stroll by night on the roads
if you want, that will do no harm, right?
But don't say I was
perfect, 'cause I
want 'em to know
sometimes it's okay to be wrong.

You say I’m perfect
for you
but my mind is filled with stupid thoughts
which I wish I could tell you I’m strong enough
to get rid of.

I said you’re perfect
I did
Now you’re not even worth my effort to scream these words
again and again and again and again
guess you’ll have to mosh
to this
at my funeral
mosh to this
when I’m dead
mosh to this
or dance!

I didn’t relive this misery
the hair dryer hum is warming me
I’m afraid I have to go now

Now that I saw what should not be seen
they can’t let me go, they follow me
something happened but I don’t know
what it is

The thing I’m afraid of
is losing you and never see you again
can’t let go of you
but I have to
I see all the monsters
I’ll never have the chance to kiss your eyes
I’m fucking killing myself for you
for you

Ready?
Ready? Ready?

Mosh
To
This
At
My
Funeral
Go!

There’s no such thing as God
Only you
There’s no such thing as God
Only you

And I hate you
I swear I hate you
I fucking hate you
I hate you all
say it!
you gotta shout it
there’s no one else but you
listening to your feelings

There’s no such thing as God
Only you
There’s no such thing as God
Only me
There’s no such thing as God
Only you
There’s no such thing as God
Only me
And I’m fucking glad.

Dance on my coffin
headbang on my grave
you could feel twice as better
if you already are cause I’m not here anymore

I swear I’m happy
please don’t cry if you cared
step on my corpse
punch my body bag
tell me what did I do wrong
and dance, dance, dance my friends
make it up to me
screaming at my name
it hurts more without curses, remember?
hurts so much fucking more.
Track Name: Now Go.
(instrumental)