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ICBM
02:30
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ICBM
I see the end
And the walls are caving in
And I will not pretend
ICBM
I see the end
And our brothers are goin' to war
And I will not ignore
They want the land that belongs to us
They will not stop at any cost
The war machine is on the rise
Fire is lighting up the skies
ICBM
I see the end
And the walls are caving in
And I will not pretend
ICBM
I see the end
And our brothers are goin' to war
And I will not ignore
Decades have passed since a world war
The beasts are surely getting bored
Armed to the teeth and they’re ready to go
Prepared to put on a hell of a show
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2. |
Flashback
03:16
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What is the value of this life, one’s soul that lies inside?
Chemically programmed by a device, from a planet way up high.
Short glimpse of a memory from before, an oath, we all agreed to more…
It’s business as they say. Cash out at the end of the day.
Marching through darkness, delusional, disturbed and wandering.
Flashback once more.
Flashback before.
Crosshairs are fixed, trigger pulled, kill or be killed is what this is.
Wearing a blindfold sharpens your sense, blood quickly rushes to your brain.
Snap back to reality, a flashback of a forgotten tragedy.
There is no time for fear in this life, let in the beauty of the night.
Flashback once more.
Flashback before.
Flashback once more.
Flashback before.
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3. |
Wasted Days
03:49
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Late night, craving snacks, running out to the store
Piss drunk, walkin’ home, starting to get bored
Parked cars on the streets; looking to explore
Stealing goods from the hood, they didn’t lock up their doors
Stumbling down the road, are you having fun?
Don’t wake the neighbours or you might just have to start to run
They called a cop, here he comes, probably has a gun
Think quick, don’t you trip, try and beat the sun
Lights are flashing as you’re runnin’ away
But I ain’t worried ‘cause they won’t catch you anyway
Stupid kid, stole my kicks, now I’m stuck in my socks
Must have robbed every single person on the block
My girlfriend lost her bag, now where could it have gone?
If I find him I will lay his ass out on the lawn
Don’t need the cops to teach a lesson today
Leave the justice to the people if you want it done the right way
Lights are flashing as you’re runnin’ away
But I ain’t worried ‘cause they won’t catch you anyway
Don’t need the cops to teach a lesson today
Leave the justice to the people if you want it done the right way
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4. |
Magic Girl
04:07
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Well we went to Alberta, to see the farmland
But when we got there, she made me work the floorhand.
And then we went to Saskatoon, to see the bridges
But when we got there, she made me unbutton my britches, yeah
Couldn’t think of my last words to say
As my world started slipping away from me girl, you magic girl.
Then we went to Vancouver, to see Whistler Mountain,
But when we got there, I couldn’t find the fountain.
And then we went to California, to see the ocean
But when we got there, she made me drink her potion.
Couldn’t think of mylast words to say
As my world started slipping away from me girl, you magic girl.
Then we paddled up to Flinflon, to see the northern shield
But when we got there, she laid me to the field.
And then we went to Montreal, to see the dancing ladies
But when we got there, she made me play the ‘80’s, oh no.
Couldn’t think of last words to say
As my world started slipping away from me girl, you magic girl.
Now we’re headed to Hawaii, in order to get laid
But when we get there, the ladies will make us pay.
And now we’re going to Australia, to see the mighty Thunder,
But when we get there, she’ll make me go down under…
I couldn’t think of my last words to say
As my world started slipping away from me girl, you magic girl.
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5. |
Robbin' The Hood
03:07
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Late night, craving snacks, running out to the store
Piss drunk, walkin’ home, starting to get bored
Parked cars on the streets; looking to explore
Stealing goods from the hood, they didn’t lock up their doors
Stumbling down the road, are you having fun?
Don’t wake the neighbours or you might just have to start to run
They called a cop, here he comes, probably has a gun
Think quick, don’t you trip, try and beat the sun
Lights are flashing as you’re runnin’ away
But I ain’t worried ‘cause they won’t catch you anyway
Stupid kid, stole my kicks, now I’m stuck in my socks
Must have robbed every single person on the block
My girlfriend lost her bag, now where could it have gone?
If I find him I will lay his ass out on the lawn
Don’t need the cops to teach a lesson today
Leave the justice to the people if you want it done the right way
Lights are flashing as you’re runnin’ away
But I ain’t worried ‘cause they won’t catch you anyway
Don’t need the cops to teach a lesson today
Leave the justice to the people if you want it done the right way
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6. |
Derailed
03:50
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Wakin’, bacon, in the early morn.
I’m feeling better than the night before.
Heading out into another storm.
I’m singing in the rain and I’m stuck behind a train
and I don’t know when my days gonna end.
Light up and have a smoke, a case of beer, an inside joke,
and soon I will be sleeping in my bed.
We’re surrounded now by the northern lights.
And I can only see when the lightning strikes.
Driving on all day and through the night.
I’m singin’ in the rain and I’m stuck behind a train
and I don’t know when my days gonna end.
Light up and have a smoke, a case of beer, an inside joke,
and soon I will be sleeping in my bed.
I’m sitting in the rain and I’m stuck behind a train
and I don’t know when my days gonna end.
Light up and have a smoke, a case of beer, an inside joke,
and soon I will be sleeping in my bed.
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7. |
The Sun WIll Rise
04:00
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I lie awake at night wondering where the time has really gone.
Can I make myself believe that it hasn’t really been so long?
My mothers words, so true, now I know what I’m supposed to do.
My father’s eyes, so blue, like the ocean waves I’m used to.
Asleep again…
I’m falling my friend…
It’s just a dream, it seems…
Tomorrow’s where I’m meant to be.
The sun will rise I think; I should pour myself another drink?
A summer’s day has come and gone, why does the winter have to be so long?
My brother’s eyes, they burn, another lesson I have yet to learn.
My brother’s eyes, so red, another lesson no one ever said.
Asleep again…
I’m falling my friend…
It’s just a dream, it seems…
Tomorrow’s where I’m meant to be.
Asleep again…
I’m falling my friend…
It’s just a dream, it’s true…
Yesterday is all I’ve been through.
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8. |
Long Time Coming
05:15
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I grew up in a small town, no one knew much more than oil and cows
In the middle of nowhere, I figured, I gotta get out of this place somehow
With a couple of friends and my guitar we could find a van and hit the road
Trying too hard too make it happen, that’s how the story always goes
You thought it’d been a long time coming
(Such a long time by yourself)
You thought It’d been a long time running
(Such a long time by yourself)
Now I’m older but no Wiser, unless you count the bottles on the shelf
Don’t get me wrong I never lost hope, no I couldn’t do this by myself
Get the boys back together, we’re gonna make an album which lasts forever
Now that things seem to be looking up I’ve found a place to rest my cup
I thought it’d been a long time coming
(Such a long time by myself)
I thought I’d been a long time running
(Such a long time by myself)
I thought it’d been a long time coming
(Such a long time by myself)
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Artificial Lift Lloydminster, Saskatchewan
A 3 piece Rock&Roll band from Lloydminster, SK, Artificial Lift started as a jam band in February of 2013 under the moniker: Biggs Hosan. Deriving influence from such genres as Metal, Prog Rock, Blues, and Country & Western, the guys have honed their skills into a modern rock sound. ... more
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