Posts tagged metal
Fair to Midland - Whiskey and Ritalin
From hand to heart and hands to head
These gritty teeth grind gears of infrared
He crash lands in dull white noise
All I hear is static in his voice
When those sweet red hands start their whirlwinds
And you’re the drain
You’re imagining things, your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You’re inventing it all from thin air and close calls
Welcome to the balancing act
Your rabbit’s foot is hare and hounds
And I drag pianos, eyes glued to the ground
When he dialed 911
Busy signals sang familiar songs
When those sweet red hands start their whirlwinds
And you’re the plane
You’re imagining things, your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You’re inventing it all from thin air and close calls
If we bought the stock we’d be broke
You taught us to claw
Put us through a speech
If I’m a red anchor
Then you’re coming with me
And on the way down
We’ll sleep with the fish
As we go into the blue
We can both reminisce
And you better hide
Or learn how to climb
Cause you’re coming with me
And on the way down
You’ll sleep with the fish
You’re coming with me
You’re imagining things, your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You’re inventing it all from thin air and close calls
Welcome to the balancing act
Nothing More - “Salem”
There’s sort of a Closure in Moscow-esque menace to this band’s percolating rhythms (and the vocalist’s singing style, obviously). As well, the hoarse-shouted voodoo of the song’s main hook here reminds me of the breakdown in Dance Gavin Dance’s “Uneasy Hearts Weigh the Most,” or some of Gatsbys American Dream’s more psychotic bar singing moments: “BURN THE WITCH! HA, HA, HA!”
Where does your misfortune grow?
From a humble house, with a cross burning slow?
You fear she will challenge your throne
So you dig the dirt and it’s selling like gold
Ten fingers, ten toes point
but not a damn one back at you
It’s your fault you fall apart
The problem is in you
Burn the witch!
Or stone and rope to bind her soul
Sink or swim
And watch the truth drown below
You search the hills, swift and true
Look outside yourself, for it cannot be you
The town gathers and slander ensues
Not long til she’s cursed, not long til she’s through
You’ve done the work of a saint, but with the devil’s hand
With cauldron gossip you pray, to restore this land
Holy and dead, holy and dead
Remember the plank?
You’ve got a tree instead
This will all be over soon
She’s melting through
But your dark clouds still remain
So grab another one without a name
Machinae Supremacy live at Assembly 2011. Released for free in 720p on The Pirate Bay.
- Gianna Sisters
- Rocket Dragon
- Force Feedback
- Player One
- Attack Music
- Persona
- Action Girl
- Remnant
- Truth of Tommorow
- Bouff
- Dark City
- IMisC-P
- Nova Prospekt
- Edge and Pearl
- Winterstorm
- Through the Looking Glass
