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Cities in Dust
03:35
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Water was running, children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares' shrine?
But, whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But, whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust
Water was running, children were running
We found you hiding, we found you lying
Water was running, children were running
We found you hiding, we found you lying
Your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes, and
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies in dust
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Monsters
04:48
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Walked off the plank of the mothership
Down to the depths of metropolis
Swam around ‘till I was dry
Walked the carousel of the
Sky bleeding blue and grey
Welcome to our darkest day
Carry the torch on the interstate
Burn the bridges close the gates
They’re coming, they’re running
With empty heads and empty hearts
They’re needing, they’re feeding
On everything in their path
Oh the monsters of the world
Their hunger’s never quelled
They revel in their greed
Honorin’ only their own... needs
The sun set on a field of gold
The horseman turned it all to coal
The mother held her baby close
The horseman turned it all in
Reverse into the darkness
Knowledge and truth behind us
What do we have before us
But blistered feet and shattered seams
Oh the monsters of the world
Their hunger’s never quelled
They revel in their greed
Honorin’ only their own
broken record... It’s broken
The seed cracked open & the rain
came down
multiplied for everyone
Thunder struck and the
wolves appeared
The sun burst through and
the moon disappeared
into the darkness
Turning all to black and white
Robbing us of kindness
Forcing all to fight
They’re coming they’re running
With burning heads and angry hearts
They’re needing they’re feeding
On everything in their path
Oh they disguise themselves as shepherds
Then lie and cheat and steal
It’s for us to break the cycle...
Break the... silence
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Frenchy and the Punk New Paltz, New York
Through their unmistakable blend of influences from post-punk, dark folk to new wave, goth & punk cabaret, FnP have forged
their own distinct path since 2005, touring the US & Europe.
French-born Stephenson sings w/ a gothy heft & authority. Former punk bassist turned guitarist, live looping master Helland weaves his spidery electro/acoustic guitar noir riffage to perfectly complement Stephenson.
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