Story Behind The Song
joyful lamentation of the party next door.
Song Description
joyful lamentation of the party next door...where Satan lives, that is.
| Song Length |
2:54 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Blues - Chicago |
| Tempo |
Very Fast (171 And Up) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, Worried |
Subject |
Home, Smell, Odor, Nose |
| Similar Artists |
The Black Keys, Solomon Burke |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1950 - 1959 |
| |
Lyrics
it won't sound true, but you gotta believe
the beast might be livin' right across my street
the fallen angel we were told to ignore
Can be heard rockin' right through my front door
He may not have the pitchfork and tail
But man you oughta hear him holler and wail
From 10pm till the sun cuts east
Here at 669 across the street from the beast
669 across the street from the beast
Everything's quiet till the sun goes down
Then the band shows up, and the crowd gets loud
Drums start shakin' and the bass rolls low
Then you hear old scratch playing a saxophone
No one calls the cops, to make him stop, because
He owns every other house on my block
Souls are lost, and we don't get no peace
Here at 669 across the street from the beast
669 across the street from the beast
(you oughta see him play that horn
sounds like he's playin' it, since he was born)
well, the joint keeps jumpin', and the flames rise up
I feel drawn to the lawn of Beelzebub
At first it was noisy and it hurt my ears
But now I understand, and it seems so clear
A voice so sweet and a tone so true
guitars tell my brain what my feet should do
I'm ready to help out wherever I can
I'd even play tamborine, in his evil band
the demons all call me, to join the feast,
from 669, across the street from the beast
669, across the street from the beast
669, across the street from the beast