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Living Ghosts of the North Shore

by Buckshot Facelift

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1.
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...
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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.
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Mesmerized by the way the dancing snake makes the silhouette of a stallion 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.
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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
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(In remembrance of all human beings who died at the hands of powers and principalities.)
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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.
7.
The arteries of the peasants? The arteries are the peasants.

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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

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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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Buckshot Facelift Huntington, New York

Buckshot Facelift. The splendors of earthly indulgence to the depths of human depravity. The wine, feces, women and cripples that make our days. The love, the violence, the regrets and the endless flaking dreams. The Grindcore of dying, vane American gods. We fight, we bleed, we work, we die. Here is our fucking music. ... more

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