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Bonus Track #12 included
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From Harriers of Discord's 1st album "Wild Caught, Farm Raised"
Performed by Aimee Jacob Oliver, Kriist Long, Duane Hall and Mike Sogoff
lyrics
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
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....more
Everything WJLP touches turns to gold. Not one lyric, guitar riff nor organ shred has fell under par of the brilliance you'd expect and his voice is comparable to seven angels singing at once. Harriers Of Discord