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Machetes, Pistols And Lovers

by The Rancourts

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Cretian Wings (Lyrics by R.K.) Machetes, pistols and lovers bring the colors of heaven. Bridges beneath these bones skeletons hold live weapons. Dawn snakes grip official the debts, debts to be paid by morning. Tongues of the hopes touch dollars. Let's bring the dead to dinner. And so we fall And so we fall to find on dimes we're crawling. Shred of decency you swallow as the minds of those that herd and drift away. And in your tomorrow I bet you never thought of your today And so we fall And so we fall to find at times... We're crawling. We're crawling. We crawl into this hole and we crawl into this hell I don't want to see anymore and we crawl out of this hole We crawl out of this hell It was over before it began burn this glass castle in the sand. Dead cross that nothing can rebuild nothing left but the thrill of the kill. Skeletons Hands river Through the mind of forgiving Snakes hand the river to the mind of the forsaken. Forsaken.
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Boy in the crowd Crowded alone Covered eyes for lies that keep Quiet and loud Hear the sun drown Covered lies for eyes that weep Its just another red day Another dying day So just hold on its over soon Dirt in the tar Sucked to underground Fossils left for him to find Extinguished stars Light the sky Nothing that could be designed Its just another red day Another dying day So just hold on its over soon Its just another red day Its just another red day Another dying day so just hold on its over soon Its just another red day Another dying day So just hold on its over soon Over soon Over soon
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Meathooks 04:14
Meathooks inside the radio Professional joke The hunger and the fever Shackled to the spoke A new world (loves) a new crime. Junky in a cantina Grinning dead mouth crow The stranger and the liar Drifting from the smoke A new world (loves) A new crime Locked up inside the earthquake No ones coming soon The tiger and the bleeder Streetlight is the moon The transistor is mined who will you turn to
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From Within 03:53
Old hunger, has it even been a day? Breathe, stop holding your breath, oh god it’s starting again It’s been sometime, the walls have held but now you hear buzzing Hush, hush. You need to figure out direction Hush, hush. Where is that noise coming from, it’s so familiar And now you’re looking around, but you can’t pinpoint the sound It’s coming from within, I will devour you I see your eyes move around, left to right, up and down It’s coming from within, it’s coming from within And you’re looking around, you try to run from the sound It’s coming from within, I will devour you You plug your ears, tune it out, why don’t you realize by now It’s coming from within. It’s coming from within. Conveniently put in shallow graves. Reach back into your head, can’t you see I’m not dead? It’s been sometime, those walls are synapses, not brick and mortar Push, push. A few more and I’ll push them down Push, push. Hello, don’t you know my face? And now you’re looking around, but you can’t pinpoint the sound It’s coming from within, I will devour you I see your eyes move around, left to right, up and down It’s coming from within, it’s coming from within And you’re looking around, you try to run from the sound It’s coming from within, I will devour you You plug your ears, tune it out, why don’t you realize by now It’s coming from within. It’s coming from within. Oooh, it’s coming from within, you listen closely (hush) Oooh, it’s coming from within, it’s coming from within Oooh, it’s coming from within, you listen closely (hush) Oooh, And now you’re at 8 hours. But I’m starting to nibble, just reacquiring taste. And now you’re at 12 hours. And now the first leaks have sprung, I will let none go to waste. First light, 16 hours. You try to not lick your lips, just don’t think of the taste. Look at me, 20 hours. Oh no, you can’t go a day, no you can’t go a day. 21, 21. As seconds go there’s only ten thousand eight hundred more. 22, 22. How’s your confidence? Your fucking attitude? 23, 23. Look up, look at me. I want to hear you say, 24, 24. Oh wow, I made it a day, I fucking made it a day. Shovel down, last scoop is out, I’m free. Smile. Yeah, it took me a day but aren’t you happy to see me? Oooh, it’s coming from within every day now. (hush, hush) Oooh, it’s coming from within, it’s coming from within.

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released September 4, 2012

Recorded by: Jon Wyman at Halo Studios in Portland, Maine
Producer: The Rancourts and Jon Wyman
Mastering: Adam Ayan at Gateway Mastering on 'Cretian Wings' all other songs mastered by Pat Keane Productions.
"Icarus" album artwork by Dark Art Emporium
The Rancourts text logo by Walter Craven Design Studio

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The Rancourts Portland, Maine

Six Portland, Maine musicians with a history in the Portland music scene and a shared friendship. Members from Rustic Overtones, Paranoid Social Club, Sidecar Radio, Headstart and Colepitz. Guitar, bass, drums and three singers for more varied harmonies and vocal tones. ... more

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