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Sunday, 28 March 2021

Six Feet Under Tribute EP

Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane

In the dark of the night I search for the mindless wretches of society
To drink of their blood and feast upon their flesh

Time to break cause you'll never take this lots of stiffs and blood, what a sickening mess
Feasting on the blood of the insane here's another tale of the fucking deranged
Psychotic violent another one dead blood clotted lust for blood a need for insanity
Die in the slaughter time to tap an artery brain withered another empty thought
I will kill again and never be caught face to face with the monster of hate
Another victim another piece of meat time to kill no one gets out alive
Another scream another mother fucker dies
First I kill and then I feed can't deny my blood lust need
A son of a bitch 3rd generation schooled in the art of human strangulation
Only one thing will control my pain that's to drink the blood of the insane
My need for blood drives me to kill another dying bleeding for my lust
Feed on the dead feed on the dead feed on the dead

I've got to get the blood flowing just a bit of guts and gore
Indulgence in the blood of freaks take another dose of the bloodlust
To rip apart and shred the dead teeth stuck in another victim
Bloodbath - I'm gonna kill again I am the walking dead
Concentrated hate and fear and pain inside of me the same
It's gonna go on and on and on a new life is born
Broken bodies start now rotting no way to stop the feeding
Only one way to control my pain feasting on the blood of the insane
My need for blood drives me to kill another dying bleeding for my lust
Feed on the dead feed on the dead feed on the dead

Seed Of Filth

The open wounds I cut, now fester and succumb to insect infestation, bacterial infiltration
On a macrobiotic level, they grow and overtake a human piece of waste, an experiment of decay
God of the fly, release your seed of filth to grow and conquer, on death, on myself

Maggots, maggots on my corpse feeding, seeping, pus does flow rotten body
The maggots feed and grow, the maggots feed and grow

Amerika The Brutal

I'd rather died than to live in this fucked world
Mr. President I'm not here to do your dirty work
Alone, I think I'm fighting a losing battle worth dying not for oil
NO WAR Amerika the brutal

Listen it's a fucking joke and they make you believe it on the TV
That's how they deceive you I watch and I listen and I question their reasons
You know what, I don't fucking believe em
NO WAR Amerika the brutal

When I want to know the future I look into the past
I think of my best friend and his stories of Vietnam
And now I got a cousin fighting in Iraq, and I want her coming back
I'm not afraid to speak my own mind I don't use the first amendment to hide behind
I'm guaranteed that freedom, I'm born with that right and for that I'm ready to fight
I'd rather die than to live in this fucked world
Fake president, I'm not here to do your dirty work
Alone I think I'm fighting this losing battle worth dying?
NO WAR Amerika the brutal

The Day The Dead Walked

And the end begins slaughter time of humans end terminated
Enter bowls of hell curl up and die cowering controlled you are nothing
You will fear thee plague of zombies curse of the living
Lost a world of pleasure now here comes the torture murderers and killers
Once your friends and neighbours rising from the grave writhing in pain
I want to eat your brain we're rising from the grave

Burning fires homes and cities torn to shit from war and poverty
Overcrowding led to killing decaying bodies left unburied
Crimson famine kept on spreading breeding ignorance declining populace
The day the dead walked apocalypse the day the dead walked the armageddon
The day the dead walked apocalypse
The day the dead walked rising from the grave writhing in pain
I want to eat your brain we're rising from the grave

Death By Machete

Death by machete, torso chopped in half fucking brutal death, human dismemberment
I am here to kill, sever, hack, and chop I want to hear you scream, I want to see your blood
A woman or a child, cut to pieces, mutilated

Death by machete, cut by the blade a vicious attack to murder and maim
The blood and the innards soon will decay a number of fingers and toes cut away
Chopping through arms, hacking through flesh a dead body twitching, missing a head
A pile of bones, skin still attached half of a skull brutally smashed

The cause of all the pain the cause of all the suffering mangled by the blade
Sacrifice to my rage another person slain one more unmarked grave
I want to hear you scream, I want to see your blood a woman or a child, cut to pieces, mutilated
Death by machete, torso chopped in half fucking brutal death, human dismemberment
I am here to kill, sever, hack, and chop I want to hear you scream, I want to see your blood
Death by machete

Beneath A Black Sky

Look to the sky it's turning black 
No sun shining light day turns into night
No moon above lost in the shadows
Eclipsing the sun only darkness above
Beneath a black sky

All life will end infinite winter
Eternal darkness thunder cracks the silence
Emptiness above us only black
Frozen stiff nothing remains
Beneath a black sky

Look to the sky it's turning black
No sun shining light day turns into night
Emptiness above us only black
Hollow horizon no sun rising
Beneath a black sky





Monday, 8 March 2021

Death Tribute EP

Within The Mind

Transforming your mind from the inside out overcoming fear that made you doubt
Observing what is stored in the subconscious trusting what you feel with your gut responses
See past the dark and use your energy learn from these images thoughts that we call dreams
This power lies within the mind gain wisdom through abilities
Change what's to come in future time avoiding pain and misery

Look through the fake from what is real making decisions by what you feel
Live for the future and not the past the weak of mind will never last
Perceiving from visions that reoccur analyze your dreams to gain
A better perspective of your life in control of your destiny with mind and soul
See past the dark and use your energy learn from these images thoughts that we call dreams
This power lies within the mind gain wisdom through abilities
Change what's to come in future time avoiding pain and misery

Suicide Machine

Controlling their lives deciding when and how they will die
A victim of someone else's choice the ones who suffer have no voice
Manipulating destiny when it comes to living, no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out those with power, will be there
Prolong the pain how long will it last suicide machine 
A request to die with dignity is that too much to ask suicide machine

How easy it is to deny the pain of someone else's suffering
Robbed of natural abilities in death they now seek tranquility
In a confused state of mind extending agony, they must be blind 
Manipulating destiny when it comes to living, no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out those with power, will be there
Prolong the pain how long will it last suicide machine 
A request to die with dignity is that too much to ask suicide machine

In Human Form

People of the earth beware, it is here in human form
An atrocity laced with greed filled with evil intentions ready to attack
Look to the air for stories to choose who will be your next victim
Profiting on visions of others dark emotions run through its veins

Its motives are false its mind is insane a distant planet with no signs of life
To become a home for this alien breed.
Scientists of the world unite your services are more than needed
This creature in human form is out of control

Looks can be deceiving, see beyond the shell
Flesh and eyes mean nothing the truth, time it will tell
Before you think you fool the world.
What comes around goes around shown for what you are, a waste of life

Zero Tolerance

In the dark of night abusing a portion of light
While others are sleeping and some are escaping
A serpent spews out fantasy unjustified blasphemy that cannot be condoned
It must be strange to not have lived so far into existence
This is not a test of power this is not a game to be lost or won let justice be done
There will be zero tolerance for the creator of hallowed intentions
There will be zero tolerance fate is your deciding God

Karma comes crashing down leaving a very deep scar
Exposing a door to the source of a verbal whore
Machines supply the altar where virtuous lives are sacrificed
It must be strange to not have lived so far into existence
This is not a test of power this is not a game to be lost or won let justice be done
There will be zero tolerance for the creator of hallowed intentions
There will be zero tolerance fate is your deciding God

Spirit Crusher

It comes from the depths of a place unknown to the keeper of dreams
If it could then it would steal the sun and the moon from the sky beware
Human at sight, monster at heart don't let it inside it could tear you right apart
No guilt, it feeds in plain sight Spirit Crusher
Stay strong and hold on tight Spirit Crusher

Speaking in killing words the vicious kind that crush and kill
No mercy, its pleasure to taste the blood that it bled.
When it's time to feed to fulfill the need to consume a breath
Some will rise standing tall breathing out all the breath from the voice of a soul.
Human at sight, monster at heart don't let it inside it could tear you right apart
No guilt, it feeds in plain sight Spirit Crusher
Stay strong and hold on tight Spirit Crusher

Scavenger Of Human Sorrow

What pain will it take to satisfy your sick appetite go in for the kill
Always in sight prey the time always right feast feed on the pain taste sorrow made flesh sweet
Live how you want just don't feed on me if you doubt what I say I will make you believe
Shallow are words from those who starve for a dream not their own to slash and scar
Big words, small mind behind the pain you will find a scavenger of human sorrow scavenger
Abstract theory the weapon of choice used by scavenger of human sorrow scavenger

So you have traveled far across the sea to spread your written brand of misery
Always in sight prey the time always right feast feed on the pain taste sorrow made flesh sweet
Live how you want just don't feed on me if you doubt what I say I will make you believe
Shallow are words from those who starve for a dream not their own to slash and scar
Big words, small mind behind the pain you will find a scavenger of human sorrow scavenger
Abstract theory the weapon of choice used by scavenger of human sorrow scavenger

Local Musicians & Management & The Bullying Of Neurophysiological Musicians

Local Musicians & Management

Local musicians and bands need to be managed properly. It is all fun and games doing DIY shows but if you want to watch a well organized show, it has to have people behind the scenes who are well versed into a setting up a show whether it is in a small club or a bigger music venue. Too many bands are getting their friends to setup a show, someone has to act like a road crew to tune the instruments and another person who has zero experience in being a sound man. I do not know if they are trying to cultivate an image for themselves or if they are looking for record label people to sign them, majority of the time they are always 100% of the time act they are some kind of big shot band that people should respect. Local bands and musicians need to get in touch with a professionally run agency to help them out with touring, studio time, merchandise and finances. They spend a lot of the time whining, pissing and complaining why they have not hit the 'big time', no one has ever hold them that it is imperative to be working hard and being disciplined. Kids whine and complain but not 18-35 year old 'adults' more and less than nothing but fucking overgrown kids LARPing in an adult costume, nothing more than a fucking insult to actual hard working and far beyond driven musicians who spill their guts out on the stage and in the studio. 

For me it just feels tiresome seeing that attitude being put on public display especially in a small town club. Local solo musicians also have a sense of entitlement when they think they know everything when in turn they do not do their homework and research. They never want to do a local gig unless their own fucking name is done in big bright shiny letters, and they never want to play with other people, it does not cost much to work with smaller musicians, at least it will give them leeway into playing bigger venues. They always act like they have been signed by a  record label when in reality they have not. Local bands and musicians are complacent and lazy because they only want the sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle, they do not want to put in the hard work because they know they are living the easy life but in reality no one does not care about their music. They also abuse the local music scene by not letting other people have their voice heard and that everyone should bow down to their fucking narcissism.

The worst people are these hip hop and DJ 'musicians', they have the worst traits a human being can ever possibly have. Entitlement, vanity and asshole behaviour, a sickening trifecta of the lowest social decorum on the face of planet Earth. 
No I do not care if you have a manager or not, who the fuck do you think you are running your gums thinking you invented music and that people should listen to you like you are some kind of God. 
You barely have talent and you want to have all of the perks of  celebrity treatment from people, you want people to shine your shoes for you, get your fucking food for you and run around after you like you are some kind of fucking overgrown child. Next thing you will be doing is getting someone to be the Lord Of The Stool so that they can wipe your fucking ass. 
Fuck you very much you timewasting cocksucking, no good monkey shit eating, cumguzzling anal wart, yellow bellied chicken shit bawbag shit weasel, twatwaffle cunts. 

You look down on other musicians who have done their parts the hard way whether it is done through college and university and your big dickhead shot behaviour is annoying and infuriating, fuck you very much for ruining the creativity and discipline of well trained and well heeled musicians 
The only mantle you will carry around in your fucking useless life is  recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves, quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gangsta-rap, acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush.
You do not hold a candle to Blues, real R&B and Soul and you do not carry the legacies of  Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller, Louie Jordan, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonny Boy Williamson I and II, Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Leiber and Stoller, and Robert K. Weiss. No pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush that gets when the band hits that groove; the people are dancing and shouting and swaying and the house is rocking. The backbone and the nerve center of a great rhythm and blues band is exactly that, which makes music live, breathe and jump again

The Bullying Of Neurophysiological Musicians

The reason why I like to play music is because it gives me the need to express myself. I love listening to all kinds of music because it trains my ears to know which chord and note is which. I have Aspergers which makes things difficult for me and often at times I do not understand people most of the time because the signals that they give is hard to see. There at a times where I exhibit great frustration and fear much to my dismay. One plays music to be happy and creative, not to have fame and fortune. I am hoping to become a guitar teacher because nowadays music has lost its fighting spirit and people need a kick up the backside again to play a musical instrument. I also play in a band which I formed some years ago because I wanted to express myself in front of people and also I want to have the enjoyment of playing on a stage. I have played on open mike nights which has led me into the world of playing live music which I still enjoy thoroughly. I have a love of playing guitar, I also play the bass guitar, drums, acoustic guitar, electroacoustic guitar and an odd interpretation of playing the piano/keyboard. My favourite music is Heavy Metal however I am open to other genres such as classical and world music, jazz, spoken word, new wave, instrumental, blues and then there is some opera lurking around in the background.

I have been getting better at playing guitar and I have become a smarter lyricist to match. I play how I feel, I want my guitar to sound a different way, I want to play how I want to play. If I did the same thing over and over again I will get bored. I will follow the chord progressions and the performance down to the letter
Lyric writing helps in a way to deal with the aggravation has come into my daily life. Reading and research helps me to understand where things come from and why it should be made relevant even it has become irrelevant. Music should always be about creativity and not competition. No one would care if one played guitar or any instruments like an Olympic level athlete. Instruments should be a source of fun, of course things such as chord progressions and scales should be learnt but playing an instrument whether in a band or solo should be for enjoyment, one does not play in a band for competition but for fun of expressing oneself through an instrument.  

The thing I hate the most is when able bodied musicians at their expense love to make fun of  neurophysiological musicians. They do not show any empathy or sympathy and they love to bully and put down musicians with disabilities.  They have the audacity to treat auditions like the X Factor or Britain's Got Talent, and they do not email and send any tabs or chords or music for participants to learn and to get a place into a band, what is the fucking point of making life difficult for other people. 
They are contradictory, they will get someone to audition for their band and then kick them out within five minutes. What is the point of auditioning someone and then kicking them to the curb when the band have poor listening skills, poor playing skills, bad attitude and entitlement. They get so precious if someone has a different point of view and does not follow the sheep. 

They act they are signed on a record label which is absolutely false and they spend most of the audition time bullying and bullying  neurophysiological musicians, what can be said when these fuckheads act like overgrown children if things do not go their own away, why do they always want the final say in everything, why cannot a participant have a word about how they are feeling about the band. 
They do not even want to give a participant  a small job such as uploading their music to a website and maybe opening a door for another audition to playing at a live music venue 
They want to play music to bully other people, to make themselves look superior despite very poor insecurities but they do not want to do the hard work, They will upload music onto one site and think they have 'made it' when one music site is only the tip of the iceberg. Nowadays they have become complacent and lazy because they know it is so hard for them to upload music to different musical websites sites because it requires hard work and diligence. They rely on programming too much then when it's time to find a drummer/bassist/guitarist, it is time to treat them like shit even if they record themselves playing their instruments and then be treated like a joke when someone has spent the time recording themselves to play with their band. Even if they wound up with a management deal sooner or later things will screw up for them and they will have no one to blame but themselves like the whiny motherfuckers that they will always remain. I don't know what it is, arrogance or foolishness. How do these people even think they will get away with such atrocious behaviour! 
They love to rush people around and not give anyone breathing space to get into the groove of playing music. They never leave room and open space for a guitar,bass and drum part to come in, whether as an introduction, middle and conclusion of a song, its just blitzkrieg a song and ruin an audition, no fucking care and no fucking lack of awareness. 

They cannot fucking understand that they are the real failures not the neurophysiological musicians. These bozos spend more time preening and  pretending to be a musician than actually spending time practicing on an instrument, nothing more than lazy hacks who sleepwalk into a situation they have created and put the blame on other people. Neurophysiological musicians are the scapegoat to these fucking clowns, they cannot put themselves into the shoes of someone who has autism, dyslexia and dyspraxia. Everything to them is a power play game and a kangaroo court of one upmanship order. 
The neurophysiological musician is put on trial and treated like a criminal because of the bully musicians shortcomings. Instead of putting people down these cocksuckers love to treat people around them like shit, they love to throw around, demean and disenfranchise other people if their needs are not met and people need to be there for their beck and call. 

They want people to be their servants and live a life of servitude, if things were going they want it to, but instead they resort to name calling and bullying to make themselves the bigger men when they are nothing more than weak, cocksucking, no good monkey shit eating, cumguzzling anal wart, yellow bellied chicken shit bawbag shit weasel, twatwaffle cunts. They cannot accept people who are different mentally and physically and love to exploit neurophysiological musicians with put downs and band kick outs because they do not fit an image that they have cultivated. The refusal to apologise for hurt and harm that is/was caused is extremely poor, because it shows that they show no remorse to people that they have caused hurt and pain this is bullying of the worst fucking kind, if this shit happened in an office work space they would be reprimanded and fired on the spot, they never want to be held accountable for their actions because in their mind they are right about everything and everyone else is wrong. In psychological studies this behaviour is under the term of a narcissistic psychopath. It is more damaging to the victims because they have to live a life feeling they did wrong and want to give up either living a lifetime of depression which not only destroys them physically but also mentally.  The victims do become withdrawn from everything because the bully musicians want to run and ruin them to the ground, creating trauma and suicidal thoughts.   
Neurophysiological musicians should not be bullied by these people, bully musicians should not get any rewards for their narco psycho behaviour. Society should never reward bad behaviour 

While anger and hate are two things some people can cope with, I cannot. 
My anger and hate grow to a level that I cannot live comfortably with it.
You don't understand me and you are not expected to. You are not capable, I am beyond your experience, I am beyond good and evil. I will be avenged. Lucifer dwells in all of us.
I don't believe in the hypocritical, moralistic dogma of this so-called civilized society you maggots make me sick! Hypocrites one and all I don't need to hear all of society's rationalizations because I've heard them all before.Karma there is no need for revenge so just sit back and wait. Those who have hurt you will eventually screw up themselves into their downfall and if you are lucky, God will let you watch.
I will always despise these cunts and their enablers for ruining everything for everyone.
I have been in two positions where these kinds of incidents have happened, and it always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I want to play music because it helps me out and the music which has moved mankind through seven decades leading to the millennium will not and never will wither and die on the vine of abandonment and neglect as long as there is a guitar, bass and drums within my hands.

Thursday, 4 March 2021

Foo Fighters Medicine At Midnight

Making A Fire

I've been waiting, elevating
Hanging on the line hate to say it
Your new favorite's going out of style
Threw away those broken heroes they're just wood and wires
Hallelujah spread the news but don't believe the hype alright
Are you afraid of the dark I know a place we can start
But if this is the last time make up your mind
I've waited a lifetime to live it's time to ignite
I'm making a fire

I was begging when I said I'd never tell a lie 
Luck be damned I took a stand and finally hit my stride
Bye, bye
Are you afraid of the dark I know a place we can start
But if this is the last time make up your mind
I've waited a lifetime to live it's time to ignite
I'm making a fire

Shame Shame

If you want to I'll make you feel something real just to bother you
Now I got you under my thumb, like a drug, I will smother you
I'll be the one be the moon, be the sun be the rain in your song
Go and put that record on if you want to I'll be the one be the tongue that will swallow you
Shame, shame shame, shame shame, shame shame, shame

Another splinter under the skin another season of loneliness
I found a reason and buried it beneath a mountain of emptiness
Shame, shame shame, shame

Who? What? Where? When? just move along, nothing wrong until we meet again 
I'll be the end I'll be the war at your door come and let me in 
I'll be the one be the moon, be the sun be the rain in your song
Go and put that record on if you want to I'll be the one be the tongue that will swallow you


Cloudspotter

Big baby, run and hide hope it don't sting when the feeling dies
I got sweet dreams tucked in tight silver screen sister in a suit and tie
Two lovers, sick and tired standing in the mirror, it's my good side
Match made in heaven, show me the light
Burn me right down like a house on fire
Cloudspotter Cloudspotter
Burn me right down like a house on fire
Cloudspotter Cloudspotter
Calling on someone else's dime put your two cents where the sun don't shine

Swing, swing, guillotine queen
Swinging from the left to the right
Bang, bang, bang, you're so mean
Don't we look good? Don't we look good?
Swing, swing, guillotine queen
Cut me back down to size
Bang, bang, bang, know what I mean?
Don't we look good? Don't we look good?
Cloudspotter

Head ringing in the dead of night just a pair of lovesick parasites
Put me on hold, hold on tight everything's wrong when you've got no right
Cloudspotter  Cloudspotter
Everything's wrong when you've got no right
Cloudspotter Cloudspotter
I need to know, but I don't ask why refuse me while I kiss the sky

Waiting On A War

I've been waiting on a war since I was young since I was a little boy with a toy gun
Never really wanted to be number one just wanted to love everyone
Is there more to this than that is there more to this than that?
Is there more to this than that is there more to this more to this, more to this than
Just waiting on a war just waiting on a war?

Every day waiting for the sky to fall big crash on a world that's so small
Just a boy with nowhere left to go fell in love with a voice on the radio
Is there more to this than that is there more to this than that?
Is there more to this than that is there more to this more to this, more to this than
Just waiting on a war just waiting on a war?

Just waiting on a war for this and that there's got to be more to this than that
Just waiting on a war for this and that there's got to be more to this than that
I've been waiting on a war since I was young since I was a little boy with a toy gun
Is there more to this more to this, more to this than just waiting on a war just waiting on a war?

Just waiting on a war for this and that there's got to be more to this than that
Just waiting on a war for this and that there's got to be more to this than that
Just waiting on a war for this and that there's got to be more to this than that
Just waiting on a war for this and that there's got to be more to this than that
Because I need more I need more just waiting on a war just waiting on a war
I need more for this and that there's got to be more to this than that
Just waiting on a war I need more for this and that
There's got to be more to this than that just waiting on a war

Medicine At Midnight

Say a prayer and close the light thumb upon the scale
The pillow is cold that ship has sailed time has run the river dry dry as a twisted trail
Into the bone I'm into it
Ever get the feeling nothing else will do I could hear you singing
Pink turned to blue was it your graffiti did you write your name on the dirty ceiling
I can't explain, I need
Medicine at midnight but it ain't no cure
Medicine at midnight calling but it ain't no cure
I may be sick, but you know I'm yours

I remember dancing hard under the Dead Moon howling with you howling
Ever get the feeling nothing else will do I could hear you singing I can't explain, I need
Medicine at midnight but it ain't no cure
Medicine at midnight howling but it ain't no cure
I may be sick, but you know I'm yours

Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes
Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes
Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes
Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes
Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes
Medicine at midnight but it ain't no cure
Medicine at midnight howling but it ain't no cure
I may be sick, but you know I'm yours
Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes
Rain on the dance floor, back against the ropes

No Son Of Mine

No son of mine will ever do the work of villains, the will of fools
If you believe it, it must be true no son of mine, no son of mine
No son of mine will ever need to beg forgiveness, no wicked deed
Head full of evil, heart full of greed no son of mine, no son of mine

Here we are, living dead hand to God with one foot in the grave
Age of lost innocence don't forget what your good book says
No son of mine no son of mine
No son of mine no son of mine

No son of mine will ever be
Under the power vested in thee
March into slaughter down on his knees
No son of mine, no son of mine

No son of mine will ever say
Words of illusion, oh, this I pray
Heretofore taking my name in vain
No son of mine, no son of mine

Holding Poison

I got this thing and I've been taking it out on you taking it out on you, poor you
Like a machine that's always breaking down on you breaking down on you, so true
I spin around, around, around spin around, around, around
Spin around, around, around and then out of the blue

Holding the poison down holding the poison down
Something to drown you out I'm holding the poison down
You know I want what I want, I get what I get
You know what I mean I meant what I said
Holding the poison down holding the poison down

I get the feeling that there ain't nothing that I can do nothing will get me through, so blue
Sometimes I dream, I can dream, I can dream and then I bleed, and I bleed, and I bleed
I get the feeling that there ain't nothing that I can do
I spin around, around, around spin around, around, around
Spin around, around, around out of the blue

Stand around, around, around stand around, around, around
Stand around, around, around out of the blue

Chasing Birds

Chasing birds to get high my head is in the clouds
Chasing birds to get by I'm never coming down

My heart is six feet underground the road to hell is paved with good intentions dark inventions of mine
The road to hell is paved with broken parts bleeding hearts like mine
Chasing birds through the sky and deep into the black
Chasing birds, say goodbye I'm never coming back

Here comes another heart attack the road to hell is paved with good intentions dark inventions of mine
The road to hell is paved with broken parts bleeding hearts like mine
Chasing birds to get high I'm never coming down

My heart is six feet underground the road to hell is paved with good intentions dark inventions of mine
The road to hell is paved with broken parts bleeding hearts like mine
Chasing birds chasing birds

Love Dies Young

Love dies young and there's no resuscitation once it's done, no regeneration
It's a losing game that'll make you play your hand against your chest, love dies young
Love dies young and there's no reanimation once it's gone, no regeneration
It's a bitter kiss that'll make you wish you never had a taste

Love dies young love dies young please don't take my breath
Don't take my breath away love dies young

Love's so dumb so what's the fascination leaves you numb with a nasty reputation
When you lose your head and lights go out you'll never be the same

Never-ending cemeteries, funeral parades
All your dreams are buried in their place

The Ramones Tribute EP

Blitzkrieg Bop

They're forming in a straight line they're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat they're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop
Shoot 'em in the back now what they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

They're forming in a straight line they're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat they're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop
Shoot 'em in the back now what they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

Beat On The Brat

Beat on the brat beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Beat on the brat beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat

What can you do what can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back
What can you do what can you lose?

Rock N Roll High School

Well I don't care about history
Rock rock and roll high school
Because that's not where I wanna be
Rock rock and roll high school
I just wanna have some kicks
I just wanna get some chicks
Rock rock and roll high school

Well the girls out there knock me out, you know
Rock rock and roll high school
Cruising around in my GTO
Rock rock and roll high school
I hate the teachers and the principal
Don't wanna be taught to be no fool
Rock rock and roll high school

Fun fun rock and roll high school
Fun fun rock and roll high school
Fun fun rock and roll high school

53rd & 3rd

If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam
No more of your fairy stories because I got my other worries

53rd and 3rd standing on the street
53rd and 3rd I'm tryin' to turn a trick
53rd and 3rd you're the one they never pick
53rd and 3rd don't it make you feel sick?

Then I took out my razor blade then I did what God forbade
Now the cops are after me but I proved that I'm no sissy

I'm Against It

Well I'm against it I'm against it well I'm against it I'm against it
I don't like politics I don't like communists
I don't like games and fun I don't like anyone
And I'm against it

I don't like Jesus freaks I don't like circus geeks
I don't like summer and spring I don't like anything
I don't like sex and drugs I don't like water bugs
I don't care about poverty all I care about is me
And I'm against it

I don't like playing ping pong I don't like the Viet Cong
I don't like Burger King I don't like anything
And I'm against it well I'm against it I'm against it

Howling At The Moon

Ships are docking planes are landing a never ending supply
No more narco no more gangster conservatives can cry
I took the law and threw it away because there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There is no law, no law anymore I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor

It was glowing, glowing, glowing glowing in the dark
It was sparkling, sparkling, sparkling sparking in the night
I took the law and threw it away because there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There is no law, no law anymore I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor

Winter turns to summer sadness turns to fun
Keep the faith you broke the rules and won
Keep it glowing, glowing,glowing I'm not hurting anyone
Keep it glowing, smoking, glowing I'm howling at the moon
I took the law and threw it away because there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There is no law, no law anymore I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor

I took the law and threw it away because there's nothing wrong it's just for play
I'm smoking I'm smoking
There is no law, no law anymore I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor

Tank Tribute EP

The War Drags Ever On

A war is raging that we don't understand and I doubt that we can
There's no mistaking the mad sons of Islam as they spill blood on the sand
A strange religion, that destroys through the Koran freedom's lost in this land
Hades or heaven. they're under it's command whatever rights had a man

We'll hear the bomb blasts around the world
With two world wars passed they want to start the third
As they argue about the planes they shot down
And count the dead they have found
An unholy war that's raising hell to the ground
The war drags ever on the war drags ever on
The war drags ever on ever on

An arm is severed with a gun still in it's hand and it's just left to be damned
Their main endeavour has not gone as it was planned shoot the boys where they stand
War is forever but as if we had the time to change their thoughts in their minds
This war will never reflect on all their kind they should be glad just to die

A war is raging that we don't understand and I doubt that we can
There's no mistaking the mad sons of Islam as they spill blood on the sand
A strange religion, that destroys through the Koran freedom's lost in this land
Hades or heaven. they're under it's command whatever rights had a man

This Means War

Now living here just ain't good enough for those of you wearing red ties
Just you breathing makes our leaders rush to the shelters still watching the skies
I'll feed off your vilest dreams it's not as bad as it seems
It's now or never as I'm left with these mouths to feed
I wanna see all those rivers bleed do you know just what this means war!

They think that we don't know what's going on with all their satellite ski spies 
It don't matter where they're coming from do we still have to give up our lives?
I'll feed off your vilest dreams it's not as bad as it seems
Cos it's now or never as I'm left with these mouths to feed
I wanna see all those rivers bleed do you know just what this means war!

This means war, this means war, this means war, this means war
Get out of my way mother...
Don't it seems stupid that we're sitting here and soon there'll be nothing left
We can't go on pretending that we're unaware and laughing in the face of death
I'll feed off your vilest dreams it's not as bad as it seems
Cos it's now or never as I'm left with these mouths to feed
I wanna see all those rivers bleed do you know just what this means war!

Light The Fire (Watch Them Burn)

A protest march is guarded, on each side by London's finest Metropolitan pride
There won't be trouble, batons left behind the tapes are running a marcher thinks that now is the time
To make a statement, while still in her prime she sets her clothes alight 
Several times the tapes are running in real time
Light the fire, watch them burn.

The lens man stands, behind the Police line taking shots that he will soon decide
What will make the headlines at nine the tapes are running in real time
Light the fire, watch them burn.

A protest march is guarded, on each side by London's finest Metropolitan pride
There won't be trouble, batons left behind the tapes are running a marcher thinks that now is the time
To make a statement, while still in her prime she sets her clothes alight 
Several times the tapes are running in real time
Light the fire, watch them burn.

Seeing Double

It's my life and I have made a decision it's Friday night and I'm heading right for oblivion
It won't take me long to find my relief by closing time, I'll be fucked up beyond belief
Barman, would you help me up again, when I fall a whole weeks wages pissed up the wall
Would you like to help me with my disease I'll drink you under the table on your feet or your knees
If you need a cure you're in trouble I sure need a cure give me a double

I'm really not interested in your opinion you boring harrumph get out, goodbye, good riddance
Barman, would you help me up again, when I fall a whole weeks wages pissed up the wall
Would you like to help me with my disease I'll drink you under the table on your feet or your knees
If you need a cure you're in trouble I sure need a cure I'm seeing double

Barman, would you help me up again, when I fall a whole weeks wages pissed up the wall
Would you like to help me with my disease I'll drink you under the table on your feet or your knees
If you need a cure you're in trouble I sure need a cure give me a double
If you need a cure you're in trouble I sure need a cure seeing double

Honour And Blood

Are those ours, over head why can't they shoot the enemy instead
We took the King's shilling for killing the Hun
Over there, they must be blind they think we're singing songs to pass time
Walking through land mines ain't really much fun
Seeing those blue skies reminds me of home
They seem to forget we're made of flesh, blood and bone
But we didn't come here to die on our own to be remembered in a tower of stone
For their honour for their honour and their blood, honour and blood

See the fear in our eyes they kick us to make sure we're still alive
To fulfill the duty of shooting someone if I were dead I'd understand
But I never thought that I could kill a man maybe tomorrow I won't see the sun
Seeing those blue skies reminds me of home
They seem to forget we're made of flesh, blood and bone
But we didn't come here to die on our own to be remembered in a tower of stone
For their honour for their honour and their blood, honour and blood

Are those ours, over head why can't they shoot the enemy instead
We took the King's shilling for killing the Hun
Over there, they must be blind they think we're singing songs to pass time
Walking through landmines ain't really much fun
Seeing those blue skies reminds me of home
They seem to forget we're made of flesh, blood and bone
But we didn't come here to die on our own to be remembered in a tower of stone
For their honour for their honour and their blood, honour and blood

(He Fell In Love With A) Stormtrooper

Why does everybody laugh? They just won't understand
When she walks down the street why they're tearing apart a poor broken heart
She's the nicest woman you could meet, she don't know what he's supposed to be fighting for
She don't know that it's the last thing he'll say to this world
He fell in love with a stormtrooper, He fell in love with a stormtrooper,
He fell in love with a stormtrooper, He fell in love with a stormtrooper

He's always spewing his guts out, he knows it won't stop. He always gets the bottle but not the last drop
He gets out of the sun and the enemy lines but no one knows what he does between the landmines
He don't know what he's supposed to be fighting for
He don't know that it's the last thing he'll say to this world you but you
He fell in love with a stormtrooper, He fell in love with a stormtrooper,
He fell in love with a stormtrooper, He fell in love with a stormtrooper
Why does everybody laugh? They just won't understand

When she walks down the street why they're tearing apart a poor broken heart
She's the nicest woman you could meet, she don't know what he's supposed to be fighting for
She don't know that it's the last thing he'll say to this world
He fell in love with a stormtrooper, He fell in love with a stormtrooper,
He fell in love with a stormtrooper, He fell in love with a stormtrooper

Discharge Tribute EP

Protest And Survive

The savage mutilation of the human race is set on course
Protest and survive protest and survive
It is up to us to change that course
Protest and survive protest and survive

The savage mutilation of the human race is set on course
Protest and survive protest and survive
It is up to us to change that course
Protest and survive protest and survive

Ain't No Feeble Bastard

Ain't no feeble bastard that obeys their every say
They say do this they say do that I'm no dogs body
Ain't no feeble bastard no fucking scapegoat

Ain't no feeble bastard that has no say
I say what I think, not what they want me to think
Ain't no feeble bastard no fucking scapegoat

Ain't no feeble bastard that obeys their every say
They say do this they say do that I'm no dogs body
Ain't no feeble bastard no fucking scapegoat

State Violence / State Control

Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control, this is state control
State control, state control, this is state control

Beaten up behind closed doors
Cracked and bruised ribs, bloody mouth
Cracked and bruised skull, bloody mouth
State control, state control, this is state control

Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control, this is state control
State control, state control, this is state control

The Possibility Of Life's Destruction

Can you hear the sound of an enormous door slamming in the depths of hell
The possibility of life's destruction
Can you hear the cries of pain the mournful sound
The possibility of life's destruction

Can you hear the sound of an enormous door slamming in the depths of hell
The possibility of life's destruction
Can you hear the cries of pain the mournful sound
The possibility of life's destruction

Drunk With Power

For how long do we tolerate these fools drunk with power
Drunk with power, obsessed with death
Death and destruction, drunk with power

A giant game of chess they play with you and I as the disposable pieces
Drunk with power, obsessed with death
Death and destruction, drunk with power

For how long do we tolerate these fools drunk with power
Drunk with power, obsessed with death
Death and destruction, drunk with power

You Take Part In Creating This System

You take part in creating this system
That we all must suffer in
We can't stop going round and round
We got to fix this rat race
This is the system you helped to create

They use you for corruption schemes
You're the unrealized and unintended
You're the one, the one they don't like
You let them know your fears
This is the system you helped to create

You ask me why I'm fighting the system
Why I'm preaching anarchy
I'm fighting for the freedom
Fighting for the rights, for the likes of you and me
This is the system you helped to create