.​.​.​and they did live

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Dave Johnson Ok.! So this is fantastic stuff. Labels and genres and tabs may not define them.
They are bonkers. But i think they have hit on something that makes them unique. i dont imagine anyone sounds like them. Listen enjoy and work it out for yourself. Favorite track: No More Than Mere Man.
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Fox & the Red Hares We're not sure how Harriers manage to crank out a dark, grungy surf rock sound but, they freakin KILL it! Favorite track: The Man Who Killed.
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Harriers of Discord's first full band album "...and they did live", like you've seen us live,
Equipped with 12 revisited tracks from our past three albums (Wild Caught, Farm Raised; Under The Father's Gun; Thank God For Wood).
If you've seen our performance, you'll know the big difference between our previous recordings and actual live sound.

We love all of our friends, supporters and follower and thank you all for keeping us going!

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released October 4, 2016

Deactivist Studios
Aimee Jacob Oliver: Boss Ass Bitch
Mike Sogoff: Bass Ass Bitch
Duane Hall: Rythmic Eye-Candy
Kriist Long: The Fairest Of Them All

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Harriers Of Discord Los Angeles, California

Wild west themes, power surf and punk fucking rock all mashed up in one wildly inconsistent jam that'll leave you wondering,"what is that dude even saying?"

Leaving no subject untried, Harriers Of Discord pelts the ruins of dead beats and classic rock vibes down your throat, forcing the thoughts you never knew you wanted in replacement of the love songs you never knew you hated.
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Track Name: No More Than Mere Man
Just when you want to be the hero, you feel haulted by God
For there’s no end to your faith, when you know that God is lost
Finding yourself falling when you never reach the top
How do you live, do you live above and beyond your flaws
Cause faith is time-warped and rotted in a sheet of Ever-clear
As it runs down your throat to the end of your years
And Big-Bangs leaving legacies with nothing to explain
Why we’re declaring holocausts because we’ve all gone insane

Stuck in the middle of a common kettle,
like the unknown story of Hansel and Gretel,
Where they stay in the pot like the Sword in the Stone
Because we’re sitting on the line, being drilled to the bone
As we keep on killing and get put to death
Either by mighty gods or by the man himself
Adolescence radiates, you’re no more than mere man

Can’t obtain a mind without a body and soul,
A never ending abyss or a never ending hole,
A green-eyed troll for a whole pack of power and size
Like when your mother grabs a drink and wants to die on codeine,
Don’t got no brains to your brawn, not a single thought
How do you live, do you live thinking you can’t be taught
You want to know it all, but you don’t know what you see
How do you live, do you live in the life that’s not for me?

Stuck in the middle of a common kettle,
Like the unknown story of Hansel and Gretel,
Where they stay in the pot like the Sword in the Stone
Because we’re sitting on the line, being drilled to the bone
As we keep on killing and get put to death
Either by mighty gods or by the man himself
Adolescence radiates, you’re no more than mere man

Stuck in the middle of a common kettle,
Like the unknown story of Hansel and Gretel
On a murder heist, you’d think he wants it all
But they don’t know of the Levitical Law
He who killeth shall be put to death,
Either by mighty Gods or by the man himself
Adolescence radiates, you’re no more than mere man
Track Name: Let's Legalize Prostitution
You’ve been drowning in your own anticipation
Three years, join the club, ‘cause you ain’t number one
You’re bending over backwards when you’re on the job,
You’re bending over backwards like a fucking dog

You say what you give is what you get
But you give a lot and ain’t got nothing yet
You’re running out of advice, you’re running out of your time,
You’re skipping out on your life, cause you don’t see the crime

You say that you’re required to take them all
So you do what you’re told, oh yeah, you do what you’re told
You’re not allowed to have voice, so you don’t say a word,
Little girls to be seen, never meant to be heard

You throw yourself out there, freewill for the streets
You get around too fast, a high velocity
You’re trapped in a hole, you’re digging out to the side,
And it won’t last you much longer before you die

In your brain, in the game, in the car, out the yard
To the can, then your man, under lights, behind bars

You say what you give is what you get
But you give a lot and ain’t got nothing yet
You’re running out of advice, you’re running out of your time,
You’re skipping out on your life, cause you don’t see the crime

You’ve been drowning in your own anticipation
Three years, join the club, ‘cause you ain’t number one
You’re bending over backwards when you’re on the job,
You’re bending over backwards like a fucking dog

You say what you give is what you get
But you give a lot and ain’t got nothing yet
You’re running out of advice, you’re running out of your time,
You’re skipping out on your life, ‘cause you don’t see the crime
Track Name: The Man Who Killed
Oh, I'm in trouble with The Father
I've wed his only daughter
And the truth of my sin
Is I'd do it all again
For my mother and my father
And the child that was our daughter
'Cause the truths are all the same
Yes, he threw their love away

I'm a monster to the bottle
'Cause I sold his family to slaughter
And the time we had to wed
Meant we'd never feel again
From my mother to my father
To the child that was my daughter
It's the past that's all a game
And you'll never know the pain

I'm in love with his daughter
Oh, the man that was her father
And the truth of his sin
Is she'd never live again
From her lover, to tomorrow
And the town that holds her coffin
I will never live again
And I'll take that man to hell

Give me vengeance for the martyr
That bore his own grand-daughter
Cause the truth of my sin
Is I'll do it all again
For her mother, the one who taught her
That the price you'll pay is stronger
Than the love for a man
Who died the day she was dead

I'm in trouble with The Father
Who murdered his only daughter
For the price of our wed
So I'd never feel again
On my mother, and my father
Who will never see tomorrow
And the man I had been
Will never live again
Track Name: The Man On Boothill
I've paid my crimes, was a matter of time
I've drunken my sins, I bought my lies
I wear on my sleeve, a conscience of thieves
I'll give you my doubts, and steal what you dream

This is Tombstone's game. My final resting place

I've handled my dues, buried payments of proof
I've wielded my gun, it's all that I love
You point me to lay in the hole of my grave
You thought you could kill the man on boot hill

This is Tombstone's game. My final resting place

We've all made our choice, yes we've all made our vows
But my work isn't finished until you're gunned down
In the name of my grave, in the dirt we'll all lay
I will bring you a home in God's Acre of bones
This town is my bane and this bane is my life
So I'll rise from the ground, oh I'll show you my knife
When your horse turns to dust and your heart turns a stone
We will meet once again in this garden of bones

When I had a sole with that star that you loathed
You shot me down like the coward of town
And off in my stead my grit turned to lead
From the butt of my Colt, you'll feel my revolt

This is Tombstones game. My final resting place

From the land of my greed, on this carnage I rode
In the name of my tomb, you will reap what I sow
I've not made it on luck, you cannot break my will
I'm not too tough to die, I'm just too tough to kill
There's no refuge this town, for the men I gun down
Not no Church you can pray, not no pool you can drown
When your horse turns to ash and your heart turns a stone
I will build you a crypt on God's Acre of bones
Track Name: Under The Father's Gun
We’ve been drowning in the light of the father’s gun,
We only did what was right, we only beat the drum
We been talking and praying to the heavens above,
We think we heard His word, we think we felt His love
We been throwin’ evil lives to an evil dark
But we send them our love, from the good of our heart
They been drownin’ in the light of the father’s gun,
We been doin’ his work, but we’ve been wanting to run

Bless thy soul, for God don’t love thee
Burn them ‘till they’re black and holy
Pray for life and death, my son,
I’m Satan’s Child and I have come

They been drowning in the realm of an iron sea
We only changed their mind, they’re who we want them to be
They been floating in a land of a cloudless sky
We only brought them down, we didn’t want them to fly
They been talking through the flicker of the devil’s tongue,
We couldn’t feel their life, so we declared it was done
We been ruling with the might of a lion’s claw
They should have put up a fight, if they thought we were wrong

Bless thy soul, for God don’t love thee
Burn them ‘till they’re black and holy
Pray for life and death, my son,
I’m Satan’s Child and I have come

God’s for hire, hated or loathed
Your paradise is what I call home
Our fortunes are the same as yours
We get them, use them on our own
No matter shades of grey and black
Differences aren’t crosses we lack
Our brain will thaw while yours will freeze
We’re different ‘cause you want to be
Just like me
Track Name: BIG (Wash With Soap)
He’s proportionate with a thirty inch long glare
His stare’s consistent but nothings ever there
Try to find a way back to the grass
But my love is stung by a haunting from the past

You can try to make a run, gonna jump from the top
Or hold the weight of the world cause you’re gonna get shot
You can drink from the top to the middle to the can
Or put the weight of the world into some one’s cold hands
You got a long way to go

His conscience in his penis takes the wrap
He’s got the answers but no one’s ever there
Try to find a way back from the past
But he’s down with nothing more than a fighting chance

You can try to make a run, gonna jump from the top
Or hold the weight of the world cause you’re gonna get shot
You can drink from the top to the middle to the can
Or put the weight of the world into someone’s cold hands
You can try to jump the gun when you’re gonna get shot
Cause the weight of the world is the only thing you got
You got a long way to go
You got to wash with soap
Track Name: Ascending Descendants
We've come so far, now at a stalemate with the ground
Thought that we were rising up, but we were only going down
We've got to beat, beat, beat the ignorance the presence holds
Because the world's gone to shit since the millennium's been sold

Descendants of the youth, we'll never be the same again

Women throw themselves down, while us hunters run them red
Leaving infants to their trust as long as daddy keeps them fed
Since it's the only way to learn and find it wasn't all okay
They've got us falling even faster with no end to our days

Descendants of the youth, we'll never be the same again

I was lost in a world of black bars
I won't deny on it, rely on it, while all you go free
And since the thousands hit the youth which we deny is a sponge
We've got them foaming at the mouths like the dogs they've become

You put them down, they hold the crown
You did your best, they've conquered less
Until you see their misery
You'll never know what potential, what they wanted to be
You pulled them up, and dragged them down
You've got them falling so frequently they'll never touch the ground
And when you die, they'll know your lies
And they'll be wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting

Descendants of the youth, we'll never be the same again.
Track Name: Slave Drivers
Call it an equation, though we’re all from the same nation
Yes we’re all from the same nation, yet we suffer from reason
And the stitches in your clothes will matter, slaves to fashion, rather sadder,
Rather sadder than the public discarding me

It’s hard to find the traces, places of different races
After a night of drunken faces
We never stood a chance to get us on the map
We’re sobering up fast

I’m tired of waking up to a me just about to explode
I don’t want to have to speak my mind but my mind doesn’t like my mouth closed

The district of imagination, only place of pure creation,
But the place of pure creation, only comes with poison notion
Then forgotten times of remorse when there ain’t a stronger force
A stronger force of shit faced roads of Captain’s decree

It’s hard to find the traces, places of different races
After a night of drunken faces
We never stood a chance to get us on the map
We’re sobering up fast

I’m tired of waking up to a me just about to explode
I don’t want to have to speak my mind but my mind doesn’t like my mouth closed

I don’t like this state of mind, my mind don’t like this state
Track Name: Hotel Services
Stop the screams on the second floor, I'm more nervous then I should be
You've satisfied my sacred sould, and I don't feel like this should proceed
Thank you miss on the 30th floor, you're more kind then you should ever be
But I don't want your sales, I'm fine with living in hell, cause there's no place that I'd rather be

I bet you're tired of waking up on my floor
Best call it a week and start heading home
Because you don't know what I'm looking for
False relations walking in through my door
A job, a God, a life a love
But it ain't no faith I'm trying to score
I don't want you hear anymore

Place your bets on the irony and the ammount you've invested in me
Only want to give what I've thrown away as a testament to feeling complete
You got a stranger fate than my own escape, you got more shame than you could ever need
Jeez, thank you miss on the 30th floor, you're more kind than you should ever be!

It's in my brain, I've gone insane,
They won't get out, they won't get out
And in my head, I want them dead
They won't get out, I want them out
They only see what I could be
They never doubt, they won't get out
Oh, I can't believe I entertain their dreams of what they want for me

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Stop the screams on the second floor I'm more nervous than I should be
You got a stranger fate than my own escape, you got more shame than you could ever need
Thank you miss on the 30th floor, you're more kind than you should ever be,
But I don't want your sales, I'm fine with livin' in hell, cause there's no place that I'd rather be
Track Name: Je Suis Charlie
Wouldn't it be nice to feel the throng
The love and Worship that goes on
So blithe and merry we will chant
Before our sacrifice is claimed
And we'll be feeding in a bowl, on the floor, like a dog in control, in the wrong, I assure we will get what we're owed
Until the new day breaks our chains
We won't commend the way we've been mistreated and excersized

My advice, the next time you put us down, we won't play nice

Wouldn't it be cruel if we weren't strong
And loaded fear into our wrongs
All for a cushion on a cloud
An oath to never be knocked down
And, oh, if there were kids in their beds
With pretty thoughts in their heads
Telling all will be lost if they don't pray to a god
"But look, you see, we've got three, it's your choice, don't ask me"
And then we'll rip them apart to see their fears and watch them scream

My advice: the next time you put us down, we won't play nice

I imagine, come a day, when we're not in-between or afraid
And when we're judged or shot or killed
It'll be for the wrongs that we've instilled
Instead of feeling that we're sane
Or you're corrupt in the braine
All for a buck
Putting wishes in their heads
Watching them pray to what's dead
Because a life is not a vice
And I assure you I won't let mine be nothing more than a sacrifice!

My advice, the next time you put us down
Track Name: The Gunslinger (Roland Go and Get Your Gun)
What do you do when you’re out on a pilgrimage
Steppin’ in front like it ain’t gonna kill you
Walkin’ to find that tower that you love
Now, Roland go and get your gun

What do you do when the witch tries to see you
Spill their lives like a cave full of mutants
Pulling you down to the edge of your ka
Now, Roland go and get your gun

What do you do when the sorcerer’s near you
Playin’ your ma till you get that he’s evil
Takin’ your pa to the edge of his Ka,
Now, Roland go and get your gun

What do you do when the Oracle’s near you
Pullin’ her stench to the tip of your man hood
Pulling and preying like a beast with a burden
Roland go and get your gun

When the devil weed’s got you hooked
And the town holds the lives that you took
Aim with the eye and shoot with the mind
Now Roland go and get your gun

When the woman who’s made your bed
Has got a hole in the side of her head
Kill with the heart and follow your pa,
Now Roland go and get your gun

What do you do when you let someone near your
Slippin’ that boy to the depths of a tombstone
Knowin’ your fate doesn’t want him to come,
No, Roland go and get your gun

What do you do when the man in black tricks you
Stuffin’ your head with the words of his voodoo
Closin’ your mind at the Golgotha,
Now Roland go and get your gun

When your Ka tries to tell you its tricks
And the feeling in your conscience sticks
Aim with the eye and shoot with the mind
Now Roland go and get your gun

When your mentor’s got a mind of steel bricks
And a hand that’s quicker than licks
Kill with the heart and follow your pa
Now Roland go and get your gun

When your heart feels as cold as death
And you lose what you might’ve loved best
Aim with the eye and shoot with the mind
Now Roland go and get your gun

When you’re waiting for the voice of a bone
And your heart’s turned as heart as stone
Kill with the heart and follow your Ka,
Now Roland go and get your gun

When your body might have reached its best
But you can’t accept the end of your quest
Aim with the eye and shoot with the mind
Now Roland go and get your gun

When the tower’s just under your nose
And the worlds moved along and all alone
Kill with the heart and follow your Ka,
Now Roland go and get your gun