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Black Blizzard Blues
08:35
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BLACK BLIZZARD BLUES:
Another duster on the horizon.
Rolling in blocking the sun.
Bringing the nastiest of winds.
Driving out weak inhabitants.
The dust storms refused to relent.
Wall of dirt crushing image of fear.
Treeless windswept hopeless wasteland.
Everything consumed by oceans of sand.
DEATH-DUSTER!!! - FARM-CRUSHER!!!
DIRT IS KING!!! - HERE!!!
Bewildered families crouched in dark rooms.
While angry winds devastated their homes.
The very lands and soil on which they depend.
Turned against with lethal vengeance.
Still the skies refused their rains.
Starving families plagued by sand.
Thousands displaced forced on to the road.
Dustbowl refugees.
DEATH-DUSTER!!! - FARM-CRUSHER!!!
DIRT IS KING!!! - HERE!!!
YOUR DEMISE RIDES ON THE WIND!!!
(instrumental-section for imagination-time)
(get your groove on, cut a rug, etc.)
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2. |
WitcHermit
06:10
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3. |
Kassette Kvlt
04:07
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4. |
#buymoreammo
07:04
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#BuyMoreAmmo
Excrement's hitting the fan in the increments across the land(s).
Both now and the future are clear.
If we don't take a stand.
Sheeple zombified in a daze.
Brainwashed electro-high-tech-slaves.
Subliminal persuasion of the mind.
Dehumanized by technology.
[prior-proper-planning-prevents-piss-poor-performance]
multiple targets come in to view. More two-legged-black-uniformed-moose. Aim for their hips and crotch. Finish with a headshot? (depending on your ammo supply) Mechanized units patrol the streets. Small town Amerika occupied. Foreign troops versus patriot forces. And the militia is you and me.
(instrumental-section for imagination-time)
Do to them what they want to do to you.
Eye for an eye and a tooth for tooth.
Take down their names. Save their pictures.
When the time comes. Hang them high.
Warned for decades. By many before.
Now it's moved in to high gear.
new-world-order-scum. Send them to the grave.
[prior-proper-planning-prevents-piss-poor-performance]
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5. |
I Am Mountains
04:00
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6. |
SlaVe naTioN
04:57
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SLAVE-NATION (lyrics by LOKO5T4R)
Burn
Feel the fire in my veins
The drugs, the fear, the hate
Take what you want from me
I won't fight back
I'm a nation of defeat
You're master, I'm slave
I'll do what you crave
Stand tall before me now
The need to learn
I'm running out of time
Time, Go!
Wake up near the end
I realize it's too late
Been asleep my whole life
I can't find back, I'm too weak
Die, Die, Die, Die
I'm running out of time
Die, Die
Lyrics by:Emilio Castañeda Moreno (LOKO5T4R)
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7. |
Indigenous
03:53
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8. |
DreAMlanD
07:15
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dreAMland (Tribute to Art Bell)
1990's late night AM radio.
At 12:06 tune-in Art Bell Show.
Talk of space ships and aliens. anal-probe?
Info-tainment. Brain-food. Bowl-reload.
Shortwave frequencies single-side-band-ragchew.
Acquisition of a signal. Dial it in. Fine-tune.
Homebrew-boat-anchor tranciever.
Transmission antenna. Communication.
Brass-pounder. Old-fashioned. Telegraph.
Herbal-nugget. Fog-blaster. Coco-pebbles.
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