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We are the revenants We’ve been around For hundreds of years Scared of the light And clinging to fears Holding so tight Wishing for closure Stalking by night And avoiding exposure We can no longer Dream like you You can live in the sun And feel pleasure anew We are invisible ‘Til Samhain arrives The moon comes up and We come alive And we will Dance like people do Laugh like people do Rave like people do Until the break of dawn Sing like people do Wish like people do Crave like people do Until the break of dawn We’re hanging around And we’re haunting your space Creating distractions And fears you can face Bumping and clanging To get your attention And yet you insist that We’re your invention We are the revenants Tonight is our night We’ve only got until The morning light So let’s all dance
Downstairs 04:40
The stairs emit a subtle creak The falling pairs of quickened feet The hair is raised upon her neck Don’t look back, never check Imagination plays in the deep The basement hides And secrets creep Never one to be alone Was better off when still unknown The sudden slamming of a door The rush of air from which it pours To feel the presence which invades What once was welcome Overstayed (always stay) Why did she go downstairs? Why did she go down there? To haunt the stark and empty plane Forever blocked communique To muster just enough to knock Upon the walls and rattle locks As fear recedes and longing gains The lonesome dinners that she takes The basement table set for two To be joined what must one do? (always stay)
I still haunt the grounds I used to walk A mist, a shadow Hover and stalk The soul is there but the shell is lost And certain grounds Cannot be crossed I’m the knock upon the door I’m the creaking in the floor I’m the whispers in the hall I’m a spectre in the wall I’m still here Can’t you hear me? I’m calling out for you Don’t you feel me? I’m looking right at you Can’t you see me Reaching out for you I’m still here I’m no stranger to this home 300 years and still I roam I cannot sleep but I’m so tired 6 feet under, I’m expired A projection with no form Just roaming the halls For something warm I bring the chill from underground I try to scream But there’s no sound I’m still here Can’t you hear me? I’m calling out for you Don’t you feel me? Looking right at you Can you see me? Reaching out for you I’m still here
Spectres haunt the edges Of my sight Conjuring the memories I wish to forget the most When I see you Under cloak of night I couldn’t be more scared If you were a ghost And I couldn’t be more scared If you were a ghost I couldn’t be more scared If you were a ghost Figures flit ‘round Putting me ill at east I feel a chill in the air Whenever you are near I build myself up To feel like Hercules But the thought of you Fills my mind with fear And I couldn’t be more scared If you were a ghost I couldn’t be more scared If you were a ghost
Through an open window one day flew out And another blew right in It was the most surreal thing When morning broke we awoke To collective horror We had all switched beds The internet accessed our heads And we all know how We ended up here But the pathway out Is not so clear Listen when I tell you dear It’s a strange season, It’s a strange season... It’s a strange season, It’s a strange season... If someone was watching us Just imagine how Embarrassing that might be Amusing as it may seem at first The audience, the suspense Cameras, action, light And feigned reality As happy as we’ll ever be All I need is you to pull me through We will come back Better than before All I need is you to hold onto And I will never want Anything more


Inspired by autumn, ghosts, and American Horror Story, Devin Tait & The Traitrors take you for a haunted hayrack ride with their concept EP "Spectres" featuring the single and video "Until the Break of Dawn."


released October 24, 2014

Devin Tait - Vocals, Synthesizers Brandon Strecker - Guitar, Bass Myles Matisse - Drums
Liana Hernandez - Vocals
Jarod Millsap - Vocals, Synthesizers
Produced and Mixed by Devin Tait in Logic Pro X.
Guitar, bass and drums recorded by Brandon Strecker.
Mastered by Brandon Strecker and Devin Tait.
Thanks to Marky Make Up, Moni Marx, Marc Loren; Melodie Simond and Richard Skrip; Ian McKinnon, Travis Wood and all at Planet Queer; Jasten King and the Head- phone crew; Dolly Dagger, Dylan Tucker, and all our families.


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Devin Tait West Hollywood, California

Having transplanted himself from Kansas to California around the turn of the millennium, Devin Tait quickly found himself derailed from his original plan to join a boyband. Meeting a couple of guitar playing lesbians at karaoke led Tait to form the band Shitting Glitter with Amy Crosby and Von Edwards. After nearly a decade with the band, Tait decided it was time to branch out on his own. ... more

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