1. |
Gut Rot Blues
02:24
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Verse 1:
Yeah I know it may not look like it
But I'm asking you what does?
My day has gone from bad to worse
I got to thinking that you're the cause
I ain't no black bandana man
Do I display the face of some wanted man?
I just play my guitar in this here bar
But if you see the cops a' comin' I'mma run real far
Verse 2:
Well I'm strummin' and a' hummin'
Well I'mma strummin' and a' hummin' 'bout days gone by
Singin' gut rottin' blues 'til my tears run dry
Killin' and a' stealin' is all that would matter
Oh they'll pay through the nose just to see me on a platter
But that all changed when I found these chords
'Til I turn myself in just to claim the reward
Chorus:
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Bridge:
This bar
Has caused me a lot of scars
This saloon
Don't wanna hear my tune
Can't blame
My crimes they brought me fame
Couldn't just quite recall all the rest when he handed me a bottle marked XXX
Chorus:
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips (hot lips)
All night (all night)
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips (hot lips)
All night (all night)
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips (hot lips)
All night (all night)
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips (hot lips)
All night (all night)
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
Hot lips
All night
Singin' gut rot blues when the moon shine bright
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2. |
Man Made
03:36
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Verse 1:
From cathedrals of labour
A choir of beggars
Sing them songs of besieged, embattled fools
Anvils rhythm in a fiery prison
Quenched with the blood of those not with us
Flame is hot
Smoke it high
Burning embers and sparks will fly
Chorus:
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
Verse 2:
There's a dust from the bones of the absentees
And it gathers on the branches of the apple trees
Lunar kings, observing life,
Camouflaged in dark of night
Firebringer
Has he caught your eye?
Bake in the kiln
All the men, women, children
The fire breathes the air of life
Chorus:
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
Bridge 1:
Smoking towers block the sun
The volcanic tusk erupts
From cycloptic beast sounds distant shriek
It hunts for meat, its fast food feast
Iron silk down edge it spills
Loops around with cosmic tails
Blackened skies, decayed horizon
Stinging tail strikes through Orion
Chorus:
Whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
Bridge 2:
Locomotives
Go unnoticed
Moving caskets
Soon are opened
Firebringer
Comes to earth
See him walking
Across the earth
Chorus:
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
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3. |
Cherokee Woman
05:07
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Verse 1:
Yeah!
Read the news in the talking leaves
About some red-skinned woman who was weak at the knees
For a blue-collared man with a six-shootin' pistol
For the time of your life costs gold by the fistful
Chorus:
Have you seen those Cherokee women?
With feathers in their hair
There's a name to every feather
For the land that should be theirs
Verse 2:
For the fathers of the promised land
That's why she took to the bed of the American man
Who's fate decided by the head witch doctor
He will die in the nest of the raven mocker
Chorus:
Have you seen those Cherokee women?
With feathers in their hair
There's a name to every feather
For the land that should be theirs
Bridge:
She's got scars to show on her bull-whipped back
And a ringin' in her ears from the sound of the crack
In dawn, it shone through to marching men
Who along this path might see the end
Andrew Jackson, wait til' his back turns
Then use this axe in a lethal fashion
The dying words of an infant she raised
She told to the many men she raped
The crying trail - that's where she decreed
With her body and an axe, she'd avenged the deceased
How wide can you grin with your scalp in your hand?
Shoulda known better than to fuck with her land
Outro:
Born an orphan
To a dying breed
Cry an ocean
For sequoia seed
Cherokee
Cherokee
Cherokee
Cherokee woman
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Emerging onto the streets of Belfast in 2012, AquaTramp draws inspiration from bands such as Nirvana, Clutch, Foo Fighters, QOTSA and Black Sabbath. Both of our EPs so far showcase fire in the belly blues vocals, raunchy roaring guitar, deft driving bass, bone snapping drums underpinned by bursting lyrical imagery all adding up to the authentic sound of AquaTramp. ... more
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