'Something Strange' does not appear on the physical cd 'Songs About Angels'.  While we were recording 'Songs About Angels' we found out that we ulimately had too much music to fit on one CD.  So a few tracks had to be cut.  'Something Strange' was one of those tracks.  Since 'Songs About Angels' is a concept album, we felt that without 'Something Strange' there is a gap in the story, so we decided to give it away as a FREE download.  If you want to listen to the album in correct order, 'Something Strange' should go in between 'To Those Whose Love of God Has Gone Away' and 'I'll Never Tell'.

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Something Beautiful will be heading back to The Pearl Room on March 20, 2009 to open for the Pagan Knights tour featuring Týr, SuidAkrA and Alestom.  Tickets are $15 and can be purchased from www.denythepain.com.

Quick THANK YOU to the crew tonight! Mark was a madman, and so was badass fotoguy and road logistics tetris master Matt Wolf! BIG thanks to DJ Shug Lite for providing sonic reenforcement. Matt wolf wins this months' prize for bringing the most pretty girls to the show! To find out what the prize is, beat matt.

Sinister Fate was charming and FUCKING METAL as always, and it was a pleasure to experience the chaotic antics of Lollipop Tragedy! Time fopr sleep now. G'night!

Last week we rolled over to National Studios and remixed ALL 20 MINUTES of The Ending with Niki Hush. We even left on the actual ending instead of chopping it like we did on the record.

Niki has a great ear and FANTASTIC metal sensibilities. She beefed up the bass, chainsawed out the guitars and definitely made the vocals pop. It was really a lot of fun working with her, and we plan on going back to remix all of our live tracks, as well as a lot of the new stuff we'll be working on.

It is HIGHLY recommended that you call her up if you're doing some recording anytime soon! She's at 630-430-0252

-Dale

Just wanted to take a moment to thatnk everybody that came out on saturday night for us! It was a super fun night, and I can't wait to see y'all again!

Special Thanks to Jonny, Jean, and everybody else who was singing along with me through the Ending. That made me and J feel really great! You don't see that at local shows, and I can't Thank you all enough!

Also big thanks to Matt Wolf for shooting all those badass pics all nite long!

Thanks again,

Dale

Track listing:

Pop Metal Songs

On Death and Dying:
1. Humble Beginnings
2. The Weight of the Word
3. The Fear That Remains

4. The Lie

Love Songs--

5. God Hates me
6. Love is
7. Where Dust Belongs

Religion and Philosophy--

8. Heresies and Blasphemies, or How to Pray in American English

The Ending:
9. A Statement of Being
10. Dancing in Rubble
11. Some Kind of Destiny
12. How do you want to Live?

This is an EP!
The division of the songs shown above is intended to illustrate and justify the status of
EP that we have assigned this record. Though almost fifty minutes, the dissimilarity of
theme between the songs compels me to think of the record as 3 singles, instead of an LP.

The Three Singles

The first of which would be the pop section that fronts the disc. The Weight of the
Word sat in a file of unfinished songs, labeled as Dont You Forget About Me,
because of its similarity to the Simple Minds track from 1985. The SoB track resolves
into the beginning of The Fear that Remains, which Justin and I wrote by accident
while trying to flesh out Dont You. I was feeling existential that day, and listening
to H.P. Lovecraft on my mp3 player. I think that should explain where I was going
lyrically.

The Lie was actually the first song I wrote when I got my 7-string guitar. I called it
the Korn song for obvious reasons. I think that this track really elucidates the EP status
of the record. I like the song, J likes the song, but its not necessarily representative of
what we typically do as Something Beautiful. From a musical standpoint, I think that its
a very pop-oriented tune, but lyrically I think that I was able to compensate.
The second single that I see on States of Being that I see is the Love Songs section in
the middle of the disc. God Hates Me was written about the same time as most of
Songs About Angels. There is a pronounced similarity between this song and Staring
Down a Broken Dream from SAA, so initially, I was just going to dismiss the song and
leave it unreleased, but Justin liked it, and we knew we were going to do a quick EP, so
we threw it in.

Love Is / Where Dust Belongs are of course a bit more artsy than the other songs on the
disc. Those who have seen SoB live probably know that we typically dont play our
instruments for the first few minutes of our shows because we usually open with another
one of my art songs, Walking Slow Into the Night (from Songs About Angels). I like these pieces especially; they set the atmosphere that I prefer the SoB music to be approached from.

The last five tracks, I think, have the most in common, as far as mood and message go,
and are (while still echoing some of the ideas youll hear on Songs About Angels)
individual enough to constitute their own record.

Heresies and Blasphemies was in the unfinished bin with The Weight of the Word
under the name TOOL (duh) and remained there until Justin sat down with me and
helped work out the rest of the music on the same night we wrote The Fear that
Remains. The vocal arrangement (and supplemental lyrics) were written the night we
recorded the final version of the track. Im pretty sure that it was the last thing we did
before mastering.

The Ending was initially going to be the roughly five-minute song A Statement of
Being. While I took the writing and arrangement of these four songs very seriously
(trying to keep a logical lyrical progression was not too easy, and Im not sure I totally
succeeded), but the game was to see how long I could keep it going without having an
actual ending. The ending of How do You want to Live was Js Idea, its a Dream
Theater moment, not to be confused with any of our Queensryche moments.
That pretty much wraps up the record, there. Feels almost like a tribute record for bands
we love, sometimes, but I think theres a definitely unique vibe that we bring to the table
with us. I think we did a pretty damn good job with this one, which contrary to popular
belief, is not something I am given easily to say about the records I had a hand in.
Finally on a technical note, States of Being should be listened to at a medium-high
volume with headphones on. Thats what the record sounds like to me. Hope you enjoy!

Why 002?
This record is to be understood as echoes of our upcoming Songs About Angels, and
not the other way around. With the exceptions of tracks 1, 5&6, the entirety of States of
Being was written after most of Songs About Angels. Because of the care that we want to
take in the production of a real full-length record (Songs About Angels is comprised of
many of the songs that willed this project into existence), it became an issue of
convenience that we release the States of Being EP first. So the catalogue should be
understood as:

000 Four Song Demo (from Songs About Angels)
001 Songs About Angels (forthcoming)
002 States of Being


On Death and Dying

I. The Weight of the Word
I can feel the walls caving in, closer in as I bleed, razorblade in my hand
What do you want from me?
Alone with my broken skin, the splitting pain from within, finally taking this life away
from me
The weight of the word is crushing me,
How long must I wait for you to save me? Come and save me...
Life and death remain far beyond everything we'll ever know, what can there be to
regret?
Take it away from me!
Tell me what to believe, or bend my mind and deceive away the fire that lights the way
for me
The weight of the word is crushing me
How long must I wait for you to save me?


II. The Fear that Remains

So where do we go now that we haven't been?
And where did we come from - where did we begin? Tell me...
If life be unending, then how does it seem
That as I lay bleeding, that life was a dream? Tell me why.
As I wake into that horror that waits for me
As life begins to fade
Before my time let the darkness come
To know if it's true that we die just once
For if I awake to another dream
I'll know what to believe
And what then for this one's morbid fantasies
Terrifying landscapes are haunting his dreams
Does he the shadows from another nightmare in the
Blood that's calling out for freedom from its prison
Let them bleed, the bodies dry,
Burn them with gasoline
And then burn the ashes we leave
Before him the silence and darkness comes
His victims lay bleeding from fatal blows
And blessings forever to let them see
To know what murder means
Alone with my hatred
Alone with my dreams
In spite of the statement of fear that remains
Wipe me clean, bathing my body with kerosene
Soon making ashes of me
The flesh growing colder I close my eyes
And wade through the visions that flood my mind
My life set before like a passing dream
The facts were fantasy
Eternity calls me into its womb
And calls me up out of my earthly tomb
Does heaven await or another dream
I die or so it seems


The Lie

Guilty or innocent in a sense, maybe I think theres more to see
I cant forget or just leave it (leave it!) all behind me, cause I cant breathe
They say the lie and wash it over with tragedy
Betray the lie, love dont forget,
This is our destiny, despite the lie.
We cannot live this way, in slavery, no matter the man of cloth may say
If life is meaningless your emptiness is not enough
Dont fucking treat me like an animal!
Then say the lie, and close the door. Lets all just walk away
Just say the right words dont forget,
Were all pretending nothings wrong tonight.
And play it off like theres nothing to say, listen to me wait,
Dont let it all die
Pretentious in a sense, isnt it that anyone judges you or me?
In every saint theres a sinner buried deep, crying out,
In every Christian theres a cannibal
That prays and lies, and nothing more, lets all just walk away.
Dont pray tonight, love, no regrets
And stop pretending nothings wrong


God Hates Me

Come closer still my darling, wont you sit and talk with me?
Ive been waiting for you. This evening I have been waiting for eternities,
Waiting ever since the first time that I saw your innocent face.
God must hate me! Time against me! Ah!
Come closer still, my dear. Ive got something for you, this
The end of me and of you as well!
Would you not wish not but for our little deaths?
Wont you taste this with me? Take my old hand.
Do you not dream of this?
Do you not think of this?
Open up your mouth and whisper my name to me
Bleed your body for me.


Love is, where dust belongs

I. Love is

She walks on rose pavement streets, and gives her smile to me
And it eats away at my soul
And I walk my asphalt walk, kindly return the smile
And continue down the road
I follow her home this night, but never does she see
The shadows that are me
And so Ive done for months, grown what I could call love
And I almost know her completely
She cries to sleep nightly, the echoes call to me
As she sits in her darkened room with nothing to believe
She tells me her secrets but never comes totally clean
But she doesnt lie to me
And weve spoken once or twice, and I see it in her eyes
A place to run when Im in pain
And I wake in the middle of night as tears flow from my eyes
Screaming her beautiful name
But if we were to die right now,
Could I tell you why I feel and how?
And would you feel the same?
Or put this boy to shame?
Would you tell me you loved me,
Or that you never could
Or that you never would?


II. Where dust belongs

I found you alone and lost
Wretched thing, forgotten dream
How could you pretend to be of any worth to me?
I left you where dust belongs
What became of us, my God?
Once we had a chance at peace.
What is left to us, discarded
by those who divide this place?
Our Father who art in Heaven
Forgive us as weve forgiven


Heresies and Blasphemies

witness ever changing tides that
span the glorious depths of time and
whisper softly to yourself that
you'll someday know what it felt like
hanging on a tree or burning
like a wicker effigy or
covered in the blackest pitch that
dries and hardens on your skin
softly though you go through life refusing
to see any likeness
though when held up side by side you
look just like the antichrist and
though you hunger for relief from
putrid animosity you
stand and stumble in despair while
odors rise up through the air reminding
you of your decay and
how you gave your life away to
sadness with a smiling face your
madness made you fall from grace while
terror, torment and bereavement
paints the social soul with fear and
dyes the tongue with words and thoughts that
satan spoke but we've forgotten
wickedness invades your soul and
rapes you of your self control injustice
takes a weary mind and
leaves its owner deaf and blinded
to the world around it burning
like a witch in Salem, turning
prophets into pounds of ash ideas
quelled and without passion
without reason uninspired comitting
treason winding wires together
that would form the thread that
keeps the poor ones from their bread and
protect us from evil lies around
each corner evil eyes to
watch you live and watch you die like
cattle to the butcher's knife like
sheep led to the abattoir like
patriots to lines of fire we
give humanity away to
those who would lead us astray, now
do you call it blasphemy to
call out your idolatry and
will you charge us heresy
for taking out our eyes to see that
when you strip it to the bone and
dry it out so it alone portrays
itself as what it is betrays
the wolf in human skin we
creep away from shadows cast that
threaten from the recent past without
perhaps within as well we
find and shut the door to hell but
who am i to trust till then? should
each one decide and defend himself
to inquisition put his
mind on trial for treason? what if
time is out a second fall a
new curse given to us all and
hands that once would wipe away the
tears now bring them here to stay and
if the cross is what you see a
christian then i cannot be when
pulpits spew their bigotry they
hang the god back on the tree when
man can stand up and debate with
out the excommunicator
calling down hellfire and brimstone
then will we perform atonement
for the sins we bury deep beneath
the dust of history in
spite of fear in spite of pride
renew that which was once inside
call it madness call it grief but
never call it heresy and
call it anger sowing seed but
never call it blasphemy
Supplemental lyrics for Heresies and Blasphemies
Holiness and emptiness waken as the end begins. As we sin,
We fall away, without redemption falling
Far away from what we should have kept inside this place
Will we end as we begin?
Waken that which sleeps within!
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother,
All is lost, but not forgotten!


I. A Statement of Being

I have dreams about you every time I go to sleep do you dream about me?
Id never lie to you, my eyes would always give away tell me could you say the same?
cause Ive been watching you, theres something there you cant deny
this kind of love wasnt made to survive
but its raining go look,
and its raining on us. Sleep.
angels fall and return
they call out your name
as the dawn comes I remain
will you wait or me
will you wait for me my
frightened mind cannot find a way home to you tonight
would you know my name would you feel the same
holy girl, remember me with love
watch me guide me, god I hope you can see me from heaven
cast your gaze upon me
may I go with you? As the hour approaches fast or are you leaving me at last?
When I was here with you? And did I ever make you cry? Could I convince you to stay
tonight?
Holy girl dont lie to me tonight
Know me want me, say my name and youll take me to heaven
If you dont forget me
Your smile is different you hide behind another mask but youre holding my hand
Your eyes were once opaque but now they show me something new something I wasnt
meant to see
Holy girl dont hide your eyes from me
Ive been watching, I know all your faces
hold me now and wash it all away
this is not the ending


II. Dancing in Rubble

I had no reason not to walk away in anger, but one look at you brings me back to bay
I never asked for any more than just be faithful, when given any chance I would betray
As any foot was made to stumble every flesh is made to rot
As any rule and heart for brokenness and every face forgot
We break each other down and crawl back begging baby please forgive
We crush the cradle burn the home down to a cinder dancing in rubble
But is there time left to seek out that which we came for? And if there is what if we seek
in vain?
And would you walk with me in quiet contemplation, of why we need to hurt each other
while we also need each other,
And why they taught us hate?
When all we need is love?
And why they taught us fear?
and that his name was god?
If righteousness be real,
And holiness divine
Take a look around
And tell me what you find tonight
This is not what God intended us to be
We take pride in ignorance hatred and bigotry
Judge me not lest you then be judged by me
Chain them down before they realize theyre free
We live in constant pain reminding us that weve betrayed
He that troubles his own house will inherit the wind, or so they say(proverbs 11:29)
Watchful and worried we anguish in anticipation
Fearful that what weve done will never be forgiven
What is left that we have not defiled that we can still call sacred?
What is left that prevents us from being nothing more than animals?
Is this what the gods intended us to be:
Bind deaf and ignorant to any integrity?
What then now, will become of you and me?
And tell me now, when will we truly be free?


III. Some kind of Destiny

They set the mind into motion
With their lies demanding our devotion
Theres nothing left to see
They say and we believe
Our silent servitude
Demands to be betrayed
And when they go too far
Were made to never know
Were made to look the other way, the curtain calls, enjoy the show...
Inherit, we inherit
Do we sin by lying to the world?
Theres always someone saying that it's gonna be alright
Theres something left, you see
Some kind of destiny
Where we no longer live and die
the way the powerful decide
We cannot live this way
As predator and prey
I refuse to live this way
We inherit the wind
They taught us truth
They taught us trust
They taught us their right way to live
They gave us proof
They taught us hate
They taught us everything we know
We inherit the wind


IV. How do you want to Live?

Vainly we blame each other
While they hide between the lines
Deceive with fabrication, exempt from accusation
What they? And who gave them the Right?
And just where do we fit in?
Lack of understanding, eternally expanding to shape your mind, keep you blind
What do you want to know?
Who do you want to be?
What do you want to say?
How do you want to live?
What becomes of our lives when
we conspire to rewrite the past
What truth can we believe in
when will we be free at last
Take the blinders off and youll see the world for what it is
Chained, enslaved
To itself
Face me and though the world may die at east we may find our selves
Beneath the lies we told our children, each other, will we be clean?
Man is not a means but and end unto himself I see
We still use
Each other as tools
Find me reason to believe in any thing that you would teach.
Prove that youll not use a lie and make me deny myself tonight
As always man, afraid of any thing that shines a foreign light,
Before beheld, he passes judgment - not on the stranger but on himself
And us tonight, are we different? Look in our eyes and believe,
That though our lives take us, place us, divide us and shape us,
Theres something else we should be.