Living Ghosts of the North Shore

by Buckshot Facelift

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  • Pre-order of Living Ghosts of the North Shore. You get 2 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.
    releases 11 November 2014

     $5 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
Exorcism on the Hudson
3.
Slithering Stallion
4.
15,000 Missing
5.
Sacrificial Specimen
6.
7.
Colossal Meat Smorgasbord

about

Produced, Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Keith Moore at Audio Playground in Patchogue, Long Island NY, March 2014.

credits

releases 11 November 2014

W. Smith / Brother Bree - the voice
Tom Anderer / Frost Helm - bass, vocals
Rick Habeeb / Zorg the Befouler - guitar, vocals
Sal Gregory / Basaasum der Unhallowed - drums, vocals
Terrell Grannum / Meta(l) World Peace - guitar

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Track Name: Living Ghosts of the North Shore
Living Ghosts of the North Shore arise!
You speak through broken teeth just like a boneyard in Northport
(Northport!)
Headstones with cavities that bleed into the gated communities
Deep in these trees some house lay covered in weeds
Deep in these trees the beast always finds what he needs
GO!
Living ghosts of the north shore
an ugly tribute to the ones before
Living ghosts of the north shore
in the end it's all death and silence, that's the only stop to violence
Scent of the harbour, guide me home tonight...
Track Name: I Left My Heart in El Paso
7 hours on a desert highway, cacti start to look like women
This is a traveler’s song from a landlocked soul who longs to be at sea
(at sea - bury me at sea!)
Yellow lines - serpents made of piss who guide my path over rolling
blacktop where once stood oak.
Species of trees excavated in greed
Paved over, pushed to the brink of final extinction, gone - GO!
Dead raccoons litter my path.