Living Ghosts of the North Shore

by Buckshot Facelift

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

Artwork by Travis Smith


released November 11, 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
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
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: Exorcism on the Hudson
My solemn stare serenades the sleeping cities long after dark on a snowy
Sunday night upon an iron snake, above the crowded streets - northwest
New York, do the rails remember me?
Losing dreams to the tangled woods along the rails
Don't look back as they freeze on the Hudson River and die
So many lonely buildings, so many lights
Can we redeem our selfish wasted nights?
Did I spare us any hurt?
Some hopes hatch into stillbirth.
A lonely traveler with no one to return to
A distant man with no one to be truly close to
A complication you can never work through in the end
It festers, it lingers. I must exorcise it.
Track Name: Slithering Stallion
Mesmerized by the way the dancing snake makes the silhouette of a
You beg for a chance to be target practice
Just to feel something...
First time is the best time, in the backseat on these Brooklyn streets.
Slithering Stallion - cheap as your mascara
Slithering Stallion - stretched out like your tights
Slithering Stallion - used up like your pill stash
Slithering Stallion - blinding city lights
Slither, stallion.
Track Name: 15,000 Missing
Brought to Montauk (x2)
15,000 kids
Tunnels under highways
Brain malfunction disintegrator
losing pressure failed optics (state sanctioned)
Slow potential vortex enhanced,
the spiral dims... Specimen
Force fed LSD, reformatted, put back out on the streets -
harvesting monarchs
So smug toiling as they serve the author of confusion
Falling over one another like lapdogs
seeking pats on the head from vampires and pederasts
So much blood and rape and demoncy possessed by the ghosts draped in my father’s flag
Men with all the power but no self control
perverting science like cowards playing games with souls
Track Name: Sacrificial Specimen
(In remembrance of all human beings who died at the hands of powers and principalities.)
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.
Track Name: Colossal Meat Smorgasbord
The arteries of the peasants?
The arteries are the peasants.