.​.​.​and they did live

by Harriers Of Discord

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Lute FP Comes across as Grace Slick trying her hand at modern alternative punk/rock. Great energy, killer songwriting, in all a fresh, fun sound.
Dave Johnson
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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 KILL it! Favorite track: The Man Who Killed.
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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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.
8.
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
9.
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 AWESOME VIDEO GAME SOLO 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
10.
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
11.
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

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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 rock cooked up into one turbulent jam that’ll spin you through scorching deserts, relentless waves, secular terrains and outer space dynasties.

Female fronted and formed in 2014 (LA based, now residents of Asheville, NC) the trio will knock you down and pick you up again with an eclectic range of instrumental scores, haunting ballads and frenetic riffs.
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