Track der Woche - neu!!!

Er ist ein stattlicher Kerl, dieser Loa des Samstags und der Friedhöfe. Baron Samedi! Fesch ausgestattet, den Spazierstock unter der knochigen Achsel tanzt er die Strasse herab zum Marktplatz, der die Welt ist, um den Frauen unter den Rock zu schielen und allen anderen in die Suppe zu spucken. Genau - er trägt Sonnenbrillen in der Nacht, denn er kann in diese und die andere Welt sehen. Und unter seinen Füssen rocken und rollen die toten Leute wie schon lange nicht mehr.

Passend zu Halloween veröffentlicht der Baltimore Gun Club eine Neuaufnahme ihres fetzigen Klassikers "Samedi" auf ihrer MySpace-Seite. Und wer's einfach mal anhören will, klickt einfach aus den Link zum PopUpPlayer. Have fun, hehehehehe.

Songs from the Crypt :: Harvest Falls

When you lost all your taste for livin’ & love
And you can’t stand to look below or above
You know somethings wrong but can’t change a thing
And you don’t wanna listen to the songs the blackbird will sing

When you’re walking streets you never seen before
And your soul is aching & your feet are sore
You want to get away from all the pain
But you carry it with you, so it’s all invain

When you’re staring at rooms that you once knew
It’s not really the ceiling that’s blue
At midnite even God won’t answer your calls
So like a ghost you keep on haunting these halls

All your life you tried to do what’s right
So they fucked you up & doused your light
And now you’re all empty & twisted & torn
And someday you wish you were never born

The one that you loved she went away
And into night has turned every day
But the television keeps feeding you lies
It blares so loud noone can hear you cry

So you gotta keep on walking these godless streets
With an unhappy face & tired feets
You stagger like an idiot drunken clown
But you gotta keep on movin’ or else you fall down
chorus

It ain’t funny being an outcast
But I know these feelings will not last
So quit your lamenting & stop to moan
Consider this: You won’t be forever alone

Someday your luck will change I’m sure
And for your sickness you will find a cure
Maybe she’s blonde - or even red
I hope that you’ll find her, don’t wanna see you mad

Songs from the Crypt :: Law of the Fools

Ain’t justice doing time for having a good time
What motherfucker wrote the book on what’s a crime?
Sometime they’ll get you for breaking their rules
Even if that’s just a wrong answer in school
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

Cops spoil your face with the chemical mace
Cause you don’t wanna be no part of the inhuman race
They’ll hound you and wound you and run you in
They’ll even end your life in a sardine bin
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

You been fucked all life, someone fucks you soon
Someday under the shower you will taste the goon
When yer bleedin down the john is that the fee
It costs to pay your debts to society?
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

Some guy in the block will sell you horse
First time it’s good but will only make it worse
Till you don’t give a damn about nothing at all
And throw burning toilet paper down the hall
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

Lyrics :: Bullet Ride (Insomnia)

Suburbia sleeps
in a state of fright
I stumble thru the heat
and the bloodred light
I see a million people
sitting in the shade
waiting to get murdered
waiting to get laid

chorus
Shoot up the night
Our aim is right
Shoot up the night
We’re on a bullet ride

Am I alife
Or am I dead
Have the lights changed
from green to red?
There’s blood on the street
There’s blood in the sky
Each time I look up
I see the future die

chorus
break/flow

Tomorrow I’ll wear
My imaginary hat
Don’t worry, babe,
We’re from the internet
We know the score
We’ll update your brain
Superconnected
Superinsane

Chorus
We’re on a long sleepless ride

Lyrics :: No Flowers for Valentine

I was kneecapping some losers
When a call came thru the line
Shotgun George was grinning
Said boy, you know it’s time
Meet me at the ole place
Pack your rod and oil it well
We’ll round up some fellas
Who are ready for the kill
This time we mean business
We got order from the top
Big Al has given his OK
To rub out Moran’s Mob

Chorus
Got no flowers for Valentine
Got no flowers for Valentine
They say true love will never die,
But I got no flowers for Valentine

Well a man’s gotta work
And he’s gotta do it well
So grab yer tools and send
Those sinners straight to hell
Drive to Lincoln Park
We dress as Police men
The garage cold and dark
And the Trenchcoat boys walk in
Ain’t no surprise you guys
That’s the way it’s done
In the days of the Mob
Rules the Tommy Gun

Chorus

Oh the bodies twitched and jerked
To the rods’ deafening ring
Like horrible marionettes
Dancing on Satan’s strings

Chorus
Repeat chorus
Shoot ‘em up
Line ‘em up
Against the wall...