Song Lyrics: “Lara,” the Time I Scared Myself

One of my earliest songs started out as a “Looks That Kill”-inspired riff from James, which we sped up to sound more like Offspring-meets-Avenged Sevenfold.  All I needed was an idea for lyrics.

Our drummer at the time, Gary, was being kicked out of his apartment by a girl named Lara who was treating him like garbage – throwing his clothing out the second story window, that whole nightmare.  Circling the band wagons, we really hated Lara.

We were also hanging around with Staci Grim, who would later briefly be our drummer and who gained some notoriety touring with Wednesday 13.  As such, I was intrigued by the idea of horror punk.  Wednesday 13 had songs like “I Walked With a Zombie,” “American Warewolves in London,” etc. – really campy, often funny, catchy, and with horror movie themes.

So I went into full little-shit mode and decided I would write a horror punk song about Lara, only instead of vampires or warewolves or zombies, I would focus on the slasher genre.  I would take the voice of a killer like Michael Myers or Jason, stalking a girl named Lara and intent on murdering her.  The title of the song would be “Lara.”  I liked the irony, because songs with female first names as the title are usually love songs … although not always.  See Roses, Guns N’, and Police, The.

So I wrote my murderous lyrics in a white heat, paused to catch my breath, looked at what I wrote … and became very upset.  An ironic, not-at-all-campy meditation on the horror of violent death, I was really disturbed that all this shit had been in my head.  I felt crazy singing it live.  To this day I’m reverent about those lyrics, not sure if they’re the best or worst thing I’ve ever written.

 

“LARA”

With my two little hands, I can take it all away

And in my humble opinion, you have reached your dying day

So don’t look over your shoulder, ’cause I’m breathing down your back

You’ve got time to say a prayer before I make my next attack

Don’t waste your last breath pleading for your life

Why not appreciate your lungs, and how they served you for awhile?

There’s no “Let’s Make a Deal” when the reaper’s at your door

Did you leave someone behind to, quo’th the Raven, “Nevermore?”

 

My Lara, sweet Lara

I’m right behind your door

With a knife that’s thirsty for

My Lara, sweet Lara

So give me one more scream

To awake you from your dream

Will your sins be forgiven

On the other side of your life

 

Don’t answer the phone, don’t step out of your house,

Cause I’m constant as the Northern Star and stealthy as a mouse

And I’ll get you in the end, I’m extinguishing your fire

Run all you want, my love, you’ll just die tired

I’ll grant you one minute, I’ll grant you one last wish

For the time to wonder how your life has all come down to this

All the minutes that flew by or didn’t crawl by fast enough

If dying is so easy, why is this so tough?

 

My Lara, sweet Lara

I’m right behind your door

With a knife that’s thirsty for

My Lara, sweet Lara

Were you good to your friends

How will you be remembered

Lara, sweet Lara

I’m right behind your door

With a knife that’s thirsty for

My Lara, sweet Lara

So give me one more scream

To awake you from your dream

Will your sins be forgiven

On the other side of your life

 

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