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The Black Horn

by Chief Rebel Angel

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Jason Not a single bad song on this one. Entombed like (as the name indicates) but punkier and a lot more fun (and super short, which is fine by me). Hopefully they decide to reach more, as this and their newest EP left me wanting a lot more. Favorite track: Ashes and Wine.
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1.
Flat Out 01:46
Flat out like a lizard drinking, hell I just hit rock bottom down in the wishing well Been tied to the whipping post of the die hard And I learned to hide my bones in the backyard Any old place to a dog like me Just flat out don't appeal you see It's your house, your rules And I sure as hell won't mind Out in the fucking wild Some say boy it's the life you choose I don't care I just get high on the Jesus juice Can't deal with the way of the world in motion No strings attached, no tails wagged, no canine devotion Any old place to a dog like me Just flat out don't appeal you see It's your house, your rules And I sure as hell won't mind Out in the fucking wild You won't get to hear me howling all night long Won't see me curl up on your lap and just bitch and moan Won't stand in line as one of your sideshow freaks I just play the fool any old way I please
2.
Get It 01:43
Fool you gotta get a hold of yourself, the hell is wrong with you? We just pulled a new stunt, while you've been playing hard to get with the crew Got your share of the loot, knock on wood I'm the best mate you ever had Take it or leave it it's all the same cos you're way in over your head You gotta get it Come on, get it You gotta get it together like you never have You're missing the game I'm saying you owe it to yourself I didn't pass the poor man's test, never begged only stole and borrowed Yet I always kept my feet clean all the way down the gravel road It's part of the charm, no harm done, hear the best mate you ever had When the flock is broke I got it all secured and make sure their share's in hand You gotta get it Come on, get it You gotta get it together like you never have Don't be lame You're missing the game I'm saying you owe it to yourself And we need it for the kicks Just to see your name on top of the list For the two inch longer or the other half For the „never known what it's like” or the „gotta have”
3.
D 02:21
Hold on just for a second, let me break it down to you, it's like a rollercoaster Up and down and all around like a 5 to 1 chance in a revolver Might just fall off the wagon but not derailed, feels like I'm suddenly back on track Fresh like the headwind yet I know this bad loco breathing down my neck How low can you get From a high you never had Hold on just for a minute, let me push my luck just a little further Though on the verge of a tailspin, don't need no refuel I'm an afterburner Headbutt to a backslide through a syringe that sucks you out of life Mainlined into a circuitry all wired straight to one sick fucking overdrive How low can you get From a high you never had I see straight around the bend And I need chaos to comprehend I'm advertising this for free It's a fair ride but there ain't no money back guarantee
4.
It's a matter of mindset – said the otter to the mouse Feeling small? Just call for an upgrade to middle size You needn’t worry it takes no skill And don't break a leg on the hamster wheel Let the silly little ants keep running around the hill Burn the TV, the radio Now you ain't blind I think you know And don't need a weatherman to figure whither the wind blows Scream out as loud as you can Don't tune a notch down ever again Not for the sake of a sorry little middleman God damn, god damn all the pushers like you Who need a pyramid of broken spines 'cause a handful of teeth won't do Put your money where your ass is Up the axis of evil where the sun don't shine Believe me when I say it's so lame when a monkey wanna act like a lion Burn the TV, the radio Now you ain't dumb I think you know Don't need a weatherman to figure whither the wind blows Scream out as loud as you can Don't tune a notch down ever again Not for the sake of a sorry little middleman Like you
5.
Kicking Cans 02:05
I'm just a slacker in your eyes kicking cans Out on the corner across your house making a mess In your fine neck of the woods Pissing on the rules you so caress All your doors, kick'em down, kick'em down, down, down They are no exit from the walls of morale that surround I'm just a squatter as you see and I won't deny Out of common courtesy I just get by A well fed exception to the norm A broken window in your vine All your doors, kick'em down, kick'em down, down, down They are no exit from the walls of morale that surround
6.
Half Empty 01:46
Pick it up and make a call It's 1574 Fess up, just tell me all about What's poisining you son What keeps you up at dawn What's been bugging you all night Guess I can help you with your life Hurry up I keep you in the send Just enough to feel satisfied Halfway to the very end See now it's almost done You're half full and you've just begun To even vaguely feel all right Guess I can help you with your life Hurry up I keep you in the send Just enough to feel satisfied Halfway to the very end
7.
You wanna paint a rainbow I gotta strike it black Wanna beat this weak shit out of your slack-jawed fucking head See I ain't no colour-blind I like it black and blue I gotta, so gotta hurt some' I hope you don't mind if it's you If it ain't some mass confusion A story of cunts and dykes A straight and narrow trail of fusion to a Wellsian paradise You're a walking talking Big old Freudian slip I know your high horse and it sure needs a good firm grip Tick tick, your patience Is charged by the hour Saddle up, zip the leather tight Cos tonight we shall devour If it ain't some mass confusion A story of cunts and dykes A straight and narrow trail of fusion to a Wellsian paradise
8.
When losing floors you and winning's sore Connect the dots with alcohol Hit the bottom line, it's borrowed time until you're losing sight It's a better place, saving grace, in all your might Chopped the wood, scattered the splinters You take the low road for non believers All the way down the valley of denial Won't ever stand the smallest chance of a fair fucking trial In the valley of denial There's always souls left for hire
9.
A hell of a time it was back again indeed Been shooting a low-end video for Double Speed With ashes and wine all over the place and some good shit right in the face I do recall some pages going up in flames Needed a fix, not a remedy Cos again in hell we dined Turned our sour into sweet Ashes to dust, blood into wine Been having a show with the Bastards later on that night With a cheap, luminous Indian-made picture of Jesus Christ Plugged in all good to roll hoping it won't reclaim our souls While we circle around like moths in the electric light Needed a fix, not a remedy Cos again in hell we dined Turned our sour into sweet Ashes to dust, blood into wine
10.
Legohead 02:11
Legohead, ah Spin your head around What you're looking for is nowhere to be found A thing or two is viewed in a different light and your grid is skewed Take a fruit from the tree and 1 plus 2 might not equal 3 with time Legohead, oh Reprogram, let go I know how you feel, don't say it ain't so You got it all together, how to cheat a lie detector Though every bit is the truth the sum of the parts does not compute at all

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released July 24, 2012

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