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KING GIANT – Dismal Hollow | Full Length Album 2012


Band: King Giant

Di bentuk pada tahun: 2005

Album: Dismal Hollow

Tanggal Rilis: 31 Januari 2012

Negara: Amerika Serikat (Arlington, Virginia)

Genre: Stoner Metal

Floyd Walters »» Bass

Brooks »» Drums

T. I. »» Guitars

David Kowalski »» Guitars

Dave Hammerly »» Vocals

John Looney »» Lead Guitar

Bob Dotolo »» Vocals (meninggal dunia 2007)

01. Appomatox

C’mon boy — headed to meet your maker
on a windswept field of glory — in this Shenandoah Valley
the volleys sound — the skies went black
the cannons blaze — with a thunderous crack
if blood was money — the soil would be wealthy

FROM THE KILLING FIELDS…
for their company — they died
young men — young lives
order arms — they call
for their company — they fall
…TO THE ROLLING HILLS
AT APPOMATTOX

step up boy — gonna see your brother
across that field of glory — in the Shenandoah Valley
gunshots smash — the morning air
the ghosts of Dixie — march on young man
when the nighttime falls — a mothers sons will be lost

FROM THE KILLING FIELDS…
(REPEAT)
…TO THE SOFT GREY WALLS
OF WILMER’S PARLOR

“On our part not a sound of trumpet more,
Nor roll of drum; not a cheer, nor word
nor whisper of vain glorying, nor motion
of man standing again at the order, but an awed
stillness rather, and breath holding, as if it were
the passing of the dead!” ***

salute boy — all the king’s men
don’t know why we do it — never owned another man
bow their heads — pray to die
marching home — side by side
when the bugles wail — who’s pride will swell

FROM THE KILLING FIELDS…
(REPEAT)
…TO THAT SMOKEY ROOM
AT APPOMATTOX

02. The Tale Of Mathias

Brother Elijah … a bourbon drinking, violent man
Sister Teresa … a rosary wrapped around her hand
like so many others, they would drink and fight
like a vagabond he would roam the streets
each and every night
until one April morning, when he did not appear
the telephone rang at the station house
the neighbors watched in awe and fear

A match made in heaven – or was it born in hell
seemed a lovely couple – in this god forsaken town
led outside in shackles – she muttered but one sound
“my peers they will decide my fate”
“I give my soul to this little town”

she laughed and then she cried
“he didn’t think I had it in me”
“he coughed and then he died”
“last time he ever laid a hand on me”

“it was a case of self defense”
she smiled upon the stand
she waited till he laid his head
Took the axe into her hand
there was no denying it
the decision handed down
ain’t leavin’ here in one piece girl
So say the people of this town

she laughed and then she cried
“he didn’t think I had it in me”
“he coughed and then he died”
“last time he ever laid a hand on me”

03. A Steward’s Prayer

Take a moment, take your time
you got yours, now they’ll get theirs

the little ones have armed themselves
with bailing wire and knives
send ’em out into the night
old men and preachers on their minds

REVENGE OF THE INNOCENTS
who’s fallen, who’s smiling now
REVENGE

those crosses they hold so dear
raise them to the sky
the young souls are dancing
screaming clergy heard for miles

REVENGE OF THE INNOCENTS
who’s fallen, who’s smiling now
REVENGE
who’s crying, who’s laughing now
REVENGE

the little ones are dancing
the fire has been set
raise those crosses into the air
where is your God?
he is not there

REVENGE OF THE INNOCENTS
who’s fallen, who’s smiling now
REVENGE
who’s crying, who’s laughing now
REVENGE

04. Pistols And Penance

Hilltop baby, appalachian queen
slide across the barroom floor, beautiful and lean
you can’t have it both ways, go on and pick a side
who will stand by you, when the other dies

He was a real go getter, a magnificent dresser
A killer with the ladies, and a hell of a dancer
A trailer park prophet, and a Friday night fighter
He’s a hit on Sunday morning, with the bride of the pastor

( all this town is buzzin’,
can’t you hear them say my name )

She was a go-go dancer, and a glorious dresser
A sexy little number, that little harlot’s a cancer
Pistols and penance, he will die with his sins
20 paces and the honor of one
Was she even worth it, I ask you son?

YOU TOOK THE HAND OF A STRANGER
hope he loved you honey, I couldn’t tell
YOU TOOK THE BED OF THAT STRANGER
see ya later boy, enjoy your time in hell
HE HAD HIS WAY WITH AN ANGEL
pretty little thing, oh my, how far you fell
HE HAD HIS WAY WITH AN ANGEL

YOU TOOK THE HAND OF A STRANGER
hope he loved you honey, I couldn’t tell
YOU TOOK THE BED OF THAT STRANGER
see ya later boy, enjoy your time in hell
HE HAD HIS WAY WITH AN ANGEL
pretty little thing, oh my, how far you fell
YOU TOOK THE HAND OF A STRANGER

hilltop baby, appalachian queen
slide across the barroom floor, beautiful and lean
you can’t have it both ways, go on and pick a side
who will stand by you, when the other dies

05. 6 O’Clock Swill

You have failed me, I am a godless man
resurrect me, if you can
if you can’t, then I will feast
on the souls of the blessed weak

mindless thousands, deaf and blind
of all ages sweet and kind
return me to my sender
drunker, faithless bender

CONFESSION … destroy these lives I embrace
POSSESSION … Release this devil inside of me
REDEMPTION … from this lifetime that I’ve lived
DELIVERANCE … staring down, disappearing frown

( when your ways get dark,
and your soul condemns your mind )
( will you speak to my demons,
and heal this splintered mind )

You can’t deny, all the destroyed minds
Demon whiskey speaks for me.
just one more, it’ll set me free
5 or 6, 8 or 10, demons whiskey speaks for men.

I have stumbled…
blurred and broken in my soul
helpless feelings…
all the chances I’ve let go.

speeding past me at break neck speeds
watched them love and I’ve watched them leave
lady love and the drunkards wife
bring that whore to save my life

( when your ways get dark,
and your soul condemns your mind )
( will you speak to my demons,
and heal this splintered mind )

06. The Fog

These columns rising above the Blue Ridge
into the bright, crisp skies
through the hills of the Old Dominion
corn liquor flowing like the river below
the steam is rising past the pine tops
smell the mash as it burns, baby, burns, baby

Sins and transgressions have been washed away
In every parish and precinct, you can hear em pray
Them Osburn boys, pray they don’t get pinched
This towns forgiven, cleansed of all our sins

In these hills and up the hollows
this town is living off the weakness of men
many of them have lost their lives here
buried ‘neath this foggy mountainside
into this fog the smoke is rising
smell the shine as it flows, baby, flows, baby

Sins and transgressions have been washed away
In every parish and precinct, you can hear em pray
Them Osburn boys, pray they don’t get pinched
This towns forgiven, cleansed of all our sins

See em run through the fog
Taste the virgin shine
tires scream, burnin’ down
the thinning of the tribe

buried beneath hallowed ground
all them marked the same
every murder in this town
has liquor to blame

Bootlegger, bootlegger
pistol at his side
given a choice between him and me
the revenue man dies

07. Road To Eleusis (Instrumental)

08. O’Drifter

All alone, lifeless eyes, in a cluster of trees
peaceful looking, just the same
there are days when I sit and ponder
and other times, when I can’t recall her name

she was a drifter, a real knock out
and an actress, she claimed
picked her up on a Sunday morning
by the end of the day, the side of the road
would be her resting place.

For the better part of forty two years
This lonely way I roam
poppa taught me the tricks of the trade
keep on movin’ and don’t let ’em run
explain to them, they ain’t ever going home.

I am the king of all these highways
Or a devil in disguise
I am a master, master of nothing
No soul behind these eyes

O’ drifter, c’mon girl, let me give you a ride
In this sun-burnt orange Camaro
You better hold on for your life

she had a notebook, a little diary, beat up cover and all
I said to her, “you better buckle up baby”
give it here, I’ll write your last words
and tell em all the last thing you heard.

I slid the pen out of her hair
It fell about her face
and I thought, just for one moment
she doesn’t have to leave this place
But like before, she slipped right from my taste.

I am the king of all these highways
Or a devil in disguise
I am a master, master of nothing
No soul behind these eyes

O’ drifter, c’mon girl, let me give you a ride
In this sun-burnt orange Camaro
You better hold on for your life

Iklan

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