The Soapbox Spellbinders

The Soapbox Spellbinders

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandRock

The Soapbox Spellbinders are a blend of Indie, Rock, and quasi-Folk influences. Their sound is ever evolving and is rarely satisfied being labeled under one genre. In less than 7 months these guys have gathered quite a following and are constantly hard at work to satisfy your ear drums.

Biography

Somewhere in time, a video camera in Texas was on left while a fourteen year old plucked clumsy notes from his birthday guitar for several uninterrupted hours. Elsewhere, a storage shed behind a baptist church holds a drum set that taught a good christian boy the "other man's" work. Today, in an eight foot by eight foot sweatbox, two men try to remember what things were like before the onslaught of undead.

White Moses plays on squeezebox. Wolfman sharpens his axe on the grindstone. Dallas, as the name implies, plays bass.

Have instruments, will travel. The Soapbox Spellbinders.

Lyrics

The Taun Taun Travels (Yet Remains Intact)

Written By: The Soapbox Spellbinders

He sits in open space,
Thinking of places far away, collecting seconds of the day
He's never left his room,
No one to see the things he's said, no one to hear what's in his head
Refusing all medication,
Never too high but never low, never direction where to go
Taking the time to remind himself where he came from

I miss the world I cannot see
The blurred line between dreams and memory
And when put to my head I laugh out loud
There's no way to return home now

A first step out the door,
Watching the clouds evaporate, forgetting all of your mistakes
A first step out of line,
A blinding light into his eyes, a black out fades across the sky
This seems all too familiar,
Burning the ground beneath his feet, tempting the calls of his retreat
It takes time to remember why I'm alive

I miss the world I cannot see
The blurred line between dreams and memory
And when put to my head I laugh out loud
There's no way to return home now

Your Friendly Ghost

Written By: The Soapbox Spellbinders

Four, four months since I have seen your face
I keep your dress out just in case you decide to return
You'll see that I've not strayed too far, oh
I, I wanna make you feel like me
In hopes that one day you will see you made your worst mistake
The day you walked out of our lives, now
I, I cannot wait until die
Before the memory of you begins to fade I'll show you I will never leave your side, oh

I, I'm gonna haunt you every night
Wait until you are asleep tight, and warm
I'll float inside of your new home to creep,
And watch you sweetly in your sleep
And make your dreams of none but me, you'll see
That you can't run you cannot hide from me

My eyes are locked upon your face
What I would give for just a taste of your sweet lips on my cold skin,
That breaths your breath from within
Look, look at me like you used to do
Show me the love I always knew existed, somewhere out there, in the distance
Now I've missed it
I, I cannot wait until I die
And walk the earth all day and night, my search will never end,
Until I'm in your room again, 'cuz

I, I'm gonna be your friendly ghost
A floating figure who knows most, of all
To always catch you when you fall from high,
My eyes will watch you from the sky
There'll be no lies this time for me, you'll see
That you can't run you cannot hide from me

Bellhop

Written By: The Soapbox Spellbinders

I don't wanna be your bellhop, save your baggage for another man
Don't wanna be your bellhop, save your baggage for another man
Don't matter how you lock it, that case it opens on command

Don't wanna hear your stories, I get enough from my TV
You know your drama bores me, enough to make a dead man scream
I won't let my arms grow weary, your issues do not concern me

Girl walk on up and tell me, you don't take grief from any man
Yeah walk on up and tell me, that you don't take grief from any man
Get up off your knees and ask me "Now honey, do you understand?"

I Shot J.R. (But I Never Touched Laura Palmer)

Written By: The Soapbox Spellbinders

Grab the kids, lock the cellar door
I can't keep myself awake no more

Why must I be this way
I'm losing track of days
I won't belong

It's a trick, get an axe
Kill the lights, when the monsters pass

Why must I be this way
I'm losing track of days
I won't belong

Discography

607 - EP

Set List

The Great Panic
Dorothy
I Shot J.R. (But I Never Touched Laura Palmer)
The Soapbox Stomp
Playing With Fire
Cover For Us (Will You, Dusty?)
I Put A Spell On You
All That You Love Will Be Carried Away
The Taun Taun Travels (Yet Remains Intact)
Your Friendly Ghost
Percent Nonhuman
Bellhop