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Fear & Hangovers

by Spyclops

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1.
Tundra 05:09
Shovel bites the frozen ground But it's too cold to dig Tired of dragging you around But it's too cold to dig today Here we are Just a pair of filthy fowls that forgot to fly south This is our tundra home Grizzlies on the move again But it's too cold to hunt Eight belt notches become ten But it's too cold to hunt today Here we are Just a pair of filthy fowls that forgot to fly south This is our tundra home Deep does the belly grumble Deep does the bell groan Empty like this arctic graveyard Nothing but skin and bones Hunger pangs have made my decision Sharpen my knife, You'd do the same You'd do the same, You'd do the same You'd do the same (Cutting you up) Something must eat something must eat
2.
Blows a wind with a mighty howl Tie it all down Survival depends on this caravan Horizon blurs as the tempest grows Now keep a hold Survival depends on this compass point Ambush by sandstorm Like the Bedouins of old Along this pilgrimage To a better land foretold The devils scimitar is falling on your followers The devil's scimitar is falling down But your followers, They need you Yes your followers, They need you Be a shield, Be their wall Against the storm Blows a wind with a mighty howl Tie it all down Survival depends on this caravan
3.
Vat 03:37
Woke up in a vat Bleary and without form Felt like the womb Indescribably warm Is this a bad time to identify? Is this a bad time to identify your husband's body? If senses deceived What of warmth do I know? The thought asks the question The answer is only cogito Is this a bad time to identify? Is this a bad time to identify your husband's body? Premise posed this dream is real Conclusion: This brain's in vat Is this a bad time to identify? Is this a bad time to identify your husband's body? Our deepest apologies
4.
Throw it over your shoulder, The salt of paranoia into that black cat's fur, But he's shaking it off as he crosses your path and you frighten like a rube Throw it over your shoulder, Exactly how they told you into that black cat's fur, But he's licking it off as he crosses your path to bring delusive doom Always biting on a baited hook, The allure of it's shine Biting on a baited hook, Don't get caught Spot it behind a window, Chicanery of models a prize envied by you, But in the long run it's a worthless routine to thrive on consumption Spot it behind a window, From vanity it dangles a prize envied by you, But in the long run it's as worthless as hell, You're another mannequin Filling up that space, Adding up the waste Biting on a baited hook, Don't get caught Filling up that space, Adding up the waste Frayed live wire, Electrical fire It'll burn you real bad baby Those superstitions Won't keep you out of the hospital Frayed live wire, Electrical fire It'll burn you real bad Designer boots Won't keep you out of the hospital Need want covet and fear I suppose we all do A pleasing sample, Swim up to have a taste A sparkling treasure, Why not make it yours A pleasing sample, Swim up to have a taste None for me thanks, This one is all yours
5.
Wrath of the hissing goddess In her dominion over shrunken heads Zombies lining up for miles To receive chemical communion O blessed wrath Between the side effects and the symptoms A new disease awaits Ire of the slithering queen Transforming life into fuck-all That look upon your face will be your last Just like a statue That face that never cries and never laughs Just like a statue That look upon your face will be your last Just like a statue That face that never cries and never laughs Will be your last, Just like a statue Between the side effects and the symptoms A new prison awaits Where you are never really asleep or awake Wouldn't you be happier in a concrete shell? Numb to the world Take another hit from her eyes She'll always get you stoned Between the side effects and the symptoms A new prison awaits Where you are never really asleep or awake Awake
6.
The sun sets on crucified silhouettes Sharpening labyrinth blades But when they come to slit our throats in the night We'll be ready We'll be ready The heat drips across this fertile expanse Even in this hour of dusk And from it a miserable stench Billows from the tortured straw Pitch black murder descends to eviscerate our crops Rifles raised we fire into feathered swarm Eyes in the cornfields No longer closed, No longer do they sleep War in the cornfields Churns soil to blood, Mutiny has begun The sun sets on crucified silhouettes Sharpening labyrinth blades But when they come to slit out throats in the night We'll be ready Pitch black murder descends to eviscerate our crops Rifles raised we fire into feathered swarm Eyes in the cornfields No longer closed, No longer do they sleep War in the cornfields Churns soil to blood, Mutiny has begun Against the greenest skies The scarecrows will rise They're coming, They're coming, They're getting close Closer with every scream
7.
La Venganza 04:30
Venganza in the creek bed, Sweet as honey cake Washing out the blood stains from her wedding dress Halo crowned her pretty head on the day she was born But after tonight there will be sins to confess Away in a shallow grave a lifeless groom lays Ruthless banditos filled him with bullet holes Venganza steady on their trail before the tears are dry Burns hotter than the noon sun, Rage in every pore In a pair of dead man's boots, Pistola in each hand Not even god could keep her from settling this score Away in a shallow grave a lifeless man lays His lovely angel betrothed has become El Diablo Creep like a rattle snake in the night Those bastards gonna feel her bite Viva la venganza Now light shines through bullet holes In those banditos
8.
Beast 05:38
Travel with us to that canyon Where the ground is littered With empty brass and bones Travel with us to that canyon The stomping grounds of something The likes you've never known You'll remember this day for the rest of your life You'll remember this day if you make it out alive Be prepared, It can smell the fear in your soul So gather up your strength Towers of redwoods Canopies that darken every path Ravenous mosquitoes can't stop us The prize is within reach Reach We will bring that beast to it's knees Our ghosts will finally be at peace The last time I cleaned my gun I swore it'd be last time I cleaned my gun The last time I marched these woods I swore it'd be the last time I marched these woods It's smarter than you think And in here there's a fine line That separates the hunter from the prey Can you hear it? The beating of it's heart The last time it drove me mad I swore I'd never let it drive me mad The last time I said these words I swore it'd be the last time You'll remember this day for the rest of your life You'll remember this day if you make it out alive Be prepared, It can smell the fear in your soul So gather up your strength
9.
Quick as poison, I'll get the job done Blend in with the high class party sleaze Sneak right past the noses of hellhounds Corpse in a gown before the tango ends Quick as poison, I'll get the job done Whether it be a client or drink Something will go on ice Whether it be bloody or clean Remember to look nice Sneak right past the nose of Cerberus Blend in with the wasted party sleaze Corpse in a gown before the tango ends Rose between my teeth, Out the back door Through the crosshairs I'm winking at you Cash a check with multiple zeroes Quick as poison, I'll get the job done Whether it be a client or drink Something will go on ice Whether it be bloody or clean Remember to look nice Through the crosshairs... It has been amusing to have this little chat Though I'm regretful to say it has to be our last

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Recorded at Attic Recordings
December 2008 - March 2009

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released April 11, 2009

Eric Day - Engineering/Mixing/Mastering/Ruling
Ben Frazier - Guitar/Electric Mandolin/Backing Vocals
Brian Hulse - Drums/Percussion
Mike Jeffers - Vocals/Percussion
JR McIntire - Bass/Backing Vocals
Josh Sowder - Guitar/Acoustic Guitar
Clark Wick - Piano on "The Scarecrow Rebellion" and "Tuxedos & Silencers"

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