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The Gunslinger (Intro)
01:18
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The Fall Of A Legend
04:29
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There once was a dream where three chords had more means, than a powerful pry to steel strings
But the thoughts from those grooves, and Oh, how the night moves
We don’t question much further into meanings
American Pie was said to be loved as it floated itself to the sun
But what Don didn’t know about the growing guns, was they killed the likes of his song
Yeah she wrote it, they stole it, to the heart of Doom, and credit was lost where credit was due
But they shut their mouths, not a word or sound, as they waited for that levee to crumble to the ground
A salute to the Free Birds, how they lost their wings, while they talked down Young,
Had a message to his name
But even the Gods run on limited time when the decades won’t stand still to salute their rhyme
Flippin’ through records at the second-hand store, Ideas once pressed into gold
Now the Juke Box Hero won’t play anymore, ‘cause the Spirit of the Radio’s sold
So they’re tossed away only some brave to stay, waiting for their limit to come
But when all we get’s just a silhouette, for their faces are vanishing, Oh, what a tragedy!
Between the lines of the sickness of tie is a generation of crumbs
And I’ll die and you’ll cry for a period of time and then I’ll be one of them to another
Flippin’ through records at the second-hand store, Ideas once pressed into gold
Now the Juke Box Hero won’t play anymore, ‘cause the Spirit of the Radio’s sold
Jacob had a ladder, Suzie had a Que, While Jamie’s been crying, weeping at the Gallows Pole
Boris the Spider, you been creepin’ on up, singing Wish You Were Here, but I’ll have to Dream On
God said Rider’s On the Storm, I’m gonna Cut You Down,
Cause the Smoke On The Water’s been leaking into town.
Eleanor Rigby, you ain’t lonely no more, cause Sir Jumpin’ Jack Flash ain’t so fast anymore.
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BIG (Wash With Soap)
02:46
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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
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From Greed
02:27
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Attacked my mother killed my father
Destroyed my one and only laughter
Days go by like a hundred years
I latch onto one hundred fears
I think we got a problem
We’re ignoring it oh well
So I’m working to my grave
With my family straight to hell
We’re burned at the grave
Got no money to our name
You wonder of our greed these days
Only cause we’ve been disgraced
And stabbed in the back
To be buried underground alive
My god I think we’re gonna die tonight
(chorus)
Took over my home
Stiff like drones
I think I’m going backwards in life
Can’t seem to find anyone around
I should be dead by Friday
Cause my joints are starting to swell
Gonna make a break to the electric wires
And you too might as well
(chorus)
I cannot think, I cannot sleep
My bodies buried six feet under
Got no breath no hair no life no drive
I’ve been laying below my mother
And my air is running left
I’ll get these fucking Nazi bastards
When they join me in hell
(chorus x2)
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MasterDisgustAtion
01:44
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Lonely little girl only seventeen
Sitting in your room you got nowhere else to be
Only try to find something to do
Who’da thought you’d find that entertainment was you
All the people come together wanting more forbidden pleasure
Pathetic little boy so young so bright
Try to occupy yourself in the night
Hours and hours of sitting all alone
Looking for anything at all around to bone
All the people come together wanting more forbidden pleasure
Sad old man, rotting, watching T.V.
Gonna croak any minute gonna die in his sleep
Just looking for a joy ride with no one by his side
You can see his own hand crawling up his own thy
All the people come together wanting more forbidden pleasure
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Transcendentalism
01:30
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I shot my soul, so I killed my God, and now your nature’s dead and gone
I ain’t divine, no I’m filled with lows, there’s a time and place and it’s time to go
My church is alive though it’s in my head, but my head is lost and my body’s dead
So where do you go when you still believe that the church that you’ve made is an epiphany?
There’s No Way Out
I don’t waste time with machinery, cause I’m not one with what don’t like me
Blood, sweat and tears, but mostly blood is what makes life hard when I should be drunk
My mind’s a mess but I got my goals, they’re running away right behind my soul
They’re far ahead where I should be, they’re flipping me off saying “fuck I’m free”
They’re No Way Out
So I’m a drone sitting all alone with my hands in the ground working down to the bone
It’s a hard knock life though I made it be, cause civilization’s not a mile from me
But I don’t like culture not fittin’ to mine, so I’ll keep on bitchin’ of evolution’s rhyme
I hope someday to meet another like me, cause transcendentalism’s fallin’ down on me
There’s No Way Out
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Fickle World
02:30
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When the world turns white, we’ll see those shades of red
Like the blood that spilled when we shot you in the head
Till the rivers dried and the woods turn sand
Will the oil run when the world turns to the dead
We are what lives, we are what dies
We hold the answers, all the keys to survive
If you can’t think to care, or you can’t care to think
Then your species doesn’t matter, you’re endangered, you’re extinct
When the morning comes, my eyes will follow her
While she calls to me from the window as she burns
In the dire times we’ll wish we held them high
But in the end we’ll forget just how come they died
We are what lives, we are what dies
We hold the answers, all the keys to survive
If you can’t think to care, or you can’t care to think
Then your species doesn’t matter, you’re endangered, you’re extinct
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8. |
Under The Father's Gun
03:38
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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
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Mug Shot
02:42
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A shame you have the brains but you’re hiding all the goods
Lagging behind the crowd cause you think you’re too good
The police want your picture but you think it’s just a joke
You can laugh all you want but you ain’t no ghost
Putting on your big boots to show whose got the most
But you’re packing more than wood and an ego ain’t for show
Your mother calls out when you walk away from home
You turn around to look to her but you ain’t no ghost
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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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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
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Harriers Of Discord Asheville, North Carolina
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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