One day a long, long time ago, when I was very young
I turned on the radio and heard a brand new song
Even though the band came from 75
The sound of metal madness made my heart hit over drive
I don't care for key tar solos
I don't care for DJ skills
I turn it up louder than hell
And put on good old "Overkill"
Speed freaks rocking from dusk to dawn
Playing rock n' roll all damn night long
My record player is my bed
All I need is some Motörhead
I got more albums, I got more tapes
All they records in old milk crates
Every night, they put me to sleep
If God were to die, I'd cry and weep
I don't care for pop at all
I don't ca
For a long time now, I've been alone
Look for someone to call my own
Then she came to me, with one thing to say
Then everything was going my way
She's my crazy girl
She rules my world
She makes the rules
She owns my jewels
She's in control
She's on a roll
She's so absurd
She's one hell of a bird
We get closer as days drift apart
I gave that girl my whole damn heart
A kiss on the cheek, a smack on the ass
A life o lies, my heart in a cast
She's my crazy girl
She rules my world
She makes the rules
She owns my jewels
She's in control
She's on a roll
She's so absurd
She's one hell of a bird
*Solo*
She took my heart, she t
Rain poured down from the sky. Distant thunder made the night uneasy. A far off bell could be heard ringing. One Two Sunday at rolled in. The day of the Sabbath. The man lay in his bed, dreaming of a fair young lady in a silky white dress. It was the two of them in a meadow of tall flowers the likes of which the man never knew. The woman in the white dress gave a one fingered wave to the man. He ran towards her, with the prefect plan with no idea what his plan was. His mind was at ease. This world made perfect sense to him, but hurt his head more than anything. The woman in the white dress frolicked away from the man down a hill.
What is a King without his Queen?
What is a Queen without her King?
While happy and whole the two may seem
Even a King can rule nothing.
With someone to love but no one to give
What is the point of this like that we live?
While the Queen can always find a new romance friend
The sad, Poor King can never love again.
As time goes by, the Kings life get worse
Every morning, youd think hed be in a hearse
But life still holds on, as if to say something
That maybe, just maybe, someone loves the poor King.
But this statement is false, there is nothing else
TO protect the Poor King from killing himself
So make sure to l
Bullets fly as solders cry
Bombs explode, nowhere to go
Kill em all, they will fall
This is hardcore, total war
Continental war will spread
Men, women, and children are dead
God wont hear you deafening prays
Ripped apart by the shotguns spray
Bones are shattered, families die
It would be a gift, if I had no eyes
Drenched in blood, sweat, and tears,
It is not death, but pain I fear
Bullets fly as solders cry
Bombs explode, nowhere to go
Kill em all, watch them fall
This is hardcore, total war
Bringer of death, fellow man erased
Poisoned from radioactive waste
Set ablaze by hate and dread
Put a bullet,
I was protected, by a mothers care
No fear detected, but now Im scared
Men are killed, women are raped
This cruel life, theres no escape
This harsh reality, is closing in on me!
This cruel reality, is honing in on me!
This mean reality, is overwhelming me!
This true reality, is slowly killing me!
My eyes are open, my tears will stream
This suffering, a hopeless scream
Cut into pieces, by this harsh world
No were to run, my fates unfurled
This harsh reality, is closing in on me!
This cruel reality, is honing in on me!
This mean reality, is overwhelming me!
This true reality, is slowly killing me!
Beat, s
One day a long, long time ago, when I was very young
I turned on the radio and heard a brand new song
Even though the band came from 75
The sound of metal madness made my heart hit over drive
I don't care for key tar solos
I don't care for DJ skills
I turn it up louder than hell
And put on good old "Overkill"
Speed freaks rocking from dusk to dawn
Playing rock n' roll all damn night long
My record player is my bed
All I need is some Motörhead
I got more albums, I got more tapes
All they records in old milk crates
Every night, they put me to sleep
If God were to die, I'd cry and weep
I don't care for pop at all
I don't ca
For a long time now, I've been alone
Look for someone to call my own
Then she came to me, with one thing to say
Then everything was going my way
She's my crazy girl
She rules my world
She makes the rules
She owns my jewels
She's in control
She's on a roll
She's so absurd
She's one hell of a bird
We get closer as days drift apart
I gave that girl my whole damn heart
A kiss on the cheek, a smack on the ass
A life o lies, my heart in a cast
She's my crazy girl
She rules my world
She makes the rules
She owns my jewels
She's in control
She's on a roll
She's so absurd
She's one hell of a bird
*Solo*
She took my heart, she t
Rain poured down from the sky. Distant thunder made the night uneasy. A far off bell could be heard ringing. One Two Sunday at rolled in. The day of the Sabbath. The man lay in his bed, dreaming of a fair young lady in a silky white dress. It was the two of them in a meadow of tall flowers the likes of which the man never knew. The woman in the white dress gave a one fingered wave to the man. He ran towards her, with the prefect plan with no idea what his plan was. His mind was at ease. This world made perfect sense to him, but hurt his head more than anything. The woman in the white dress frolicked away from the man down a hill.
What is a King without his Queen?
What is a Queen without her King?
While happy and whole the two may seem
Even a King can rule nothing.
With someone to love but no one to give
What is the point of this like that we live?
While the Queen can always find a new romance friend
The sad, Poor King can never love again.
As time goes by, the Kings life get worse
Every morning, youd think hed be in a hearse
But life still holds on, as if to say something
That maybe, just maybe, someone loves the poor King.
But this statement is false, there is nothing else
TO protect the Poor King from killing himself
So make sure to l
Bullets fly as solders cry
Bombs explode, nowhere to go
Kill em all, they will fall
This is hardcore, total war
Continental war will spread
Men, women, and children are dead
God wont hear you deafening prays
Ripped apart by the shotguns spray
Bones are shattered, families die
It would be a gift, if I had no eyes
Drenched in blood, sweat, and tears,
It is not death, but pain I fear
Bullets fly as solders cry
Bombs explode, nowhere to go
Kill em all, watch them fall
This is hardcore, total war
Bringer of death, fellow man erased
Poisoned from radioactive waste
Set ablaze by hate and dread
Put a bullet,
I was protected, by a mothers care
No fear detected, but now Im scared
Men are killed, women are raped
This cruel life, theres no escape
This harsh reality, is closing in on me!
This cruel reality, is honing in on me!
This mean reality, is overwhelming me!
This true reality, is slowly killing me!
My eyes are open, my tears will stream
This suffering, a hopeless scream
Cut into pieces, by this harsh world
No were to run, my fates unfurled
This harsh reality, is closing in on me!
This cruel reality, is honing in on me!
This mean reality, is overwhelming me!
This true reality, is slowly killing me!
Beat, s
Rain poured down from the sky. Distant thunder made the night uneasy. A far off bell could be heard ringing. One Two Sunday at rolled in. The day of the Sabbath. The man lay in his bed, dreaming of a fair young lady in a silky white dress. It was the two of them in a meadow of tall flowers the likes of which the man never knew. The woman in the white dress gave a one fingered wave to the man. He ran towards her, with the prefect plan with no idea what his plan was. His mind was at ease. This world made perfect sense to him, but hurt his head more than anything. The woman in the white dress frolicked away from the man down a hill.
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It must be a blue moon, because I'm on this site!
So yeah. Logan won't be singer for us. He doesn't have the time. We may have found someone who's interested but if you want to give it a shot and be our singer, let me know. The requirements are:
-Can actually sing
-Frequently available at short notice
-Transportation
-Works good with others
-Fun to be around
-Song/lyric writing skills
-A wide taste in metal and music in general
-Great stage presence
-Lives in/around/willing to drive to Ft. Wayne, IN
Drop me a line if you're interested, but it might be a while before I check here again.
Anyway, we have also changed our band name. W
Wow, I'm never on this website.
Well, we did not have the time, energy or budget to make an album. We did make some instrumental demos that are up here. http://www.myspace.com/stillbornfurythrash You can also watch a whole live show here. http://www.youtube.com/user/StillbornFury (If you want it to be in order, start with the North Tower and go backwards)
Sailcat is no longer in the band. After some talking he has left to peruse his other band Kawaii Shigai. http://www.myspace.com/kawaiishigai We have found a new singer. Logan Detwiler who used to sing for Zephaniah. http://www.myspace.com/zephaniahband
We've been writing, changing and scr
So yeah. I havn't been on DA in ages. I don't really know why.
Anywho...
Stillborn Fury's first album "Terminal Infection" will be released on May 17th. All of the songs below (Exepct MoW2) will be on the album. We still don't have an album cover so if you have any ideas, shout them out or even draw it. If it's good enough, we might use it. If we do, we'll give you a free signed copy of Terminal Infection, a mention in the booklet, and maybe even a cash prize. :)
Keep on rockin'
Gus
BTW, Megadeth megarulled. m/
Band Members
Vocals - Sailcat
Guitar - Ian Edger
Guitar - Andy Pinkham
Bass - Nick Porter
Drums - Gus Macqueen
Songs
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