Songs For The Rejects, Slackers & Rabble​-​Rousers

by Mississippi Bones

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released 24 February 2015

All Songs Written by Mississippi Bones

Recorded at Zombietakeover Media (soundcloud.com/ztomedia)
Engineered by Josh Palmer
Produced by Josh Palmer & Mississippi Bones

Guitar ReAmps by Eduardo Apolonia

Cover Art by Eeriette (society6.com/eeriette)

Mississippi Bones is:
Jared Collins - Vocals
Dusty Donley - Guitar
Jason Miller - Drums
Derik Dunson - Guitar/Vocals
Jason Rector - Bass
Heather Collins - Vocals

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Mississippi Bones Ada, Ohio

With the release of their follow up, “Tracks,” Mississippi Bones once again take you on a trip you won’t soon forget. Armed with a barrel full of massive riffs and sharp tongued lyrics, the Bones will soak your soul with rock n roll and leave you reminded why rock is right. ... more

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Track Name: Larry The Martyr
Sofa king rooted to his throne.
The all seeing eye grows.
Children of technology continue to breed in the satellite stream.
Digital umbilical cord, the live feed that feeds the growing horde.
All your life you have sacrificed, tuned in to keep the ratings high, Justified the price to advertise.
All your life you have sacrificed, tuned in to keep the ratings high.
That ain’t no way to die.
Come down off of your couch.
24 frames burrowing, every second in your brain.
If each were worth 1000 words, you think that we’d be much smarter.
All your life you have sacrificed, tuned in to keep the ratings high, Justified the price to advertise.
All your life you have sacrificed, tuned in to keep the ratings high.
That ain’t no way to die.
Come down off of your couch.
We don’t need a martyr.
Hey there Larry, can you hear me?
We don’t need a martyr.
Is this signal streaming clearly?
We don’t need a martyr.
Beware, the remote controls.
All your life you have sacrificed, tuned in to keep the ratings high Justified the price to advertise.
All your life you have sacrificed, tuned in to keep the ratings high.
That ain’t no way to die.
All your life you have sacrificed.
That ain’t no way to die.
Track Name: Scally Wags and Ne're Do Wells
Necromantics your Atlantis is flooded with snake oil salesmen.
Magic elixirs and quick fixers, speech mongers we can believe in.
The levees would have held if the levies that they sell weren’t just so damn irresistible.
A new status symbol of sacrifice and the children were worth the price.
I ain’t buying what you’re selling; don’t care how you argue it.
You’re two sides of the same dirty penny
Heads and tails both smell like shit.
These scallywags and ne’er do wells
Will sell you a handcrafted hell.
Come one, come all and witness the fall of the juggernaught.
As doctors, we did all we could, but it was still no good, there’s just no way to keep him upright
And we are so very sorry for you loss and understand what you must be feeling
But you can rest at ease we sell him piece by piece and make a killing.
I ain’t buying what you’re selling; don’t care how you argue it.
You’re two sides of the same dirty penny
Heads and tails both smell like shit.
These scallywags and ne’er do wells
Will sell you a handcrafted hell.
First they get a little taste, and then it gets in the blood, then they need another fix. It’s never enough.
A wendigo-go-go just can’t say no to the hunger, to the hunger.
So excuse the intrusion, but the only solution is to invite themselves over for dinner.
These parasites would make a toast to you, their kind and gracious host
With blood drained from your bloated corpse, such manners on these dapper folks.
I ain’t buying what you’re selling; don’t care how you argue it.
You’re two sides of the same dirty penny
Heads and tails both smell like shit.
These scallywags and ne’er do wells
Will sell you a handcrafted hell.
Track Name: Geology 101
Hey wait, your formula’s out of date.
You can’t invent something that’s already been made.
Oh my, now did you even try?
I think that all your research might be based on a lie.
You claim to be creating something sonically new
Injecting it with something that will make it greater
But all your lab seems set up to do is replicate how others have turned sound waves to paper.
I don’t mean to condemn your methods but you’re not asking the right questions.
You should be asking yourself what’s the matter here?
Particles in motion occupying space.
If it all disappeared today I’d just smile and say good riddance. I’d say good riddance to bad rubbish.
Alchemy it would seem to be is standard in the scene they got coming at ya.
They tried turning the lead into gold and ended up turning piles of shit into platinum.
So go on and polish you turds, but remember no matter how hard you try
Ain’t no hyped up image or hair style heavy as my windows media audio file.
Cause we’re severing up fat slabs of rock by the pound and our gravity will always be constant.
You should be asking yourself what’s the matter here?
Particles in motion occupying space.
If it all disappeared today then good riddance.
You should be asking yourself what’s the matter here?
Particles in motion occupying space.
If it all disappeared today I’d just smile and say good riddance. I’d say good riddance to bad rubbish
Track Name: In Regards To Euphony, Entropy & Transdimensional Ecology
The flame that burns quickest
Leaves so much to be missed.
Sometimes it’s better to be left to drift.
The infinite spreads out in all directions
Quantum strings playing the songs we’ve written.
When a nebula says, “I can make you a star!”
It’s best to reply your content as you are.
With so many people in your gravity’s pull
How will you explain when you collapse and turn into a black hole.
The infinite spreads out in all directions
Quantum strings playing the songs we’ve written.
When a nebula says, “I can make you a star!”
It’s best to reply your content as you are.
No particular path, I’m in for the journey.
Let the wheels in the sky keep on turning.
I’m in for the journey.
No particular path for my particular form.
Let the wheels in the sky keep on turning.
I’m in for the journey.
Incorporeal agronomists, rejoice at the yield
From seeds they have sown, within the Higgs field.
The infinite spreads out in all directions
Quantum strings playing the songs we’ve written.
When a nebula says, “I can make you a star!”
It’s best to reply your content as you are.
Track Name: The Electric Church
I cannot believe what this world’s become.
System pigs and cyborg monks
All held under King Worm’s thumb.
If you’re gonna live, you better learn how to use a gun
But if you had a brain, you’d follow my lead and run.
I’m getting out of this shit sty, straight as the crow flies, any way the wind blows will suffice.
I don’t care which road, or care where it goes, but I’m guessing it’s probably to hell with us both.
I got some bills in my wallet and change in my pocket.
Let’s see how far a dollar can go.
You and me and the devil makes three.
Ain’t got no time for your immortality.
One word from The Worm and the world squirms
But I call no man sir, so I’m gonna sit back and watch it burn.
Cause I’m too young to die, too old to care anymore.
That’s what makes me dangerous, so remember you’ve been warned.
I’m getting out of this shit sty, straight as the crow flies, any way the wind blows will suffice.
I don’t care which road, or care where it goes, but I’m guessing it’s probably to hell with us both.
I got some bills in my wallet and change in my pocket.
Let’s see how far a dollar can go.
You and me and the devil makes three.
Ain’t got no time for your immortality.
Well the king of the shit sty’s still just the king of a pile of shit.
I’m tearing down this electric church
And I’m taking the whole damn system with it.
Said the king of the shit sty’s still just the king of a pile of shit.
I’m tearing down this electric church
And I’m taking the whole damn system with it.
I got some bills in my wallet and change in my pocket.
Let’s see how far a dollar can go.
You and me and the devil makes three.
Ain’t got no time for your immortality.
Track Name: If You Find Hell Lonely
Just east of west
Three horsemen ride
Chasing death.
Everyone will die.
Famine, conquest and war
Ride on through the night
In preparation for
When the child will rise.
The chosen will carry the message
Architects of purpose and legend
Slaves unto the prophetic
A guiding hand for everything ending.
The time is approaching. (He will be here soon.)
The wheels are in motion. (He will be here soon.)
All will align
The message, the beast, and our demise.
If you find hell a lonely place, just wait, you’ll have company soon.
And through the wastes drift a shadow
A steed of steel, heartless and cold
A pack of wolves, a flock of crows.
The pale rider reclaims his soul.
The love they took, the child stolen
Hatred burning in his bones.
They’ve cast off the shackles of sin
With vengeance dripping from their lips.
They’ll tear down the night, and then the beast will rise.
Track Name: The Real Housewives of Alpha-Centauri VII
Utopic dreams or dystopian schemes?
Shouldn’t be such a fine line in-between
But she dances her way right through the seams.
A masterpiece of genetic artistry
She’s a weapon of perfection, stunning and deadly.
Seduction’s second nature she’s a temptress yeah
But in the field of battle she’s a demoness.
Super-collider? No thanks I just met her yeah.
The universe shakes and trembles when she goes marching off to war. Her heart’s an infinite black hole.
She’s got a super nova for a soul.
(Woo-hoo) She’ll rip your heart out of your chest.
(Woo-hoo) Then she’ll leave you there for dead.
(Woo-hoo) Lying broken on the floor.
(Woo-hoo, Woo-hoo) She’s got no use for metaphors.
No army in the galaxy that can stop her
But with a kiss she’s even deadlier.
Super-collider? Against my better judgment sir.
The universe shakes and trembles when she goes marching off to war. Her heart’s an infinite black hole.
She’s got a super nova for a soul.
Utopic dreams or dystopian schemes?
Shouldn’t be such a fine line in-between
But she dances her way right through the seams.
A masterpiece of genetic artistry
She’s a weapon of perfection, stunning and deadly.
Seduction’s second nature she’s a temptress yeah
But in the field of battle she’s a demoness.
Super-collider? No thanks I just met her yeah.
(Woo-hoo) She’ll rip your heart out of your chest.
(Woo-hoo) Then she’ll leave you there for dead.
(Woo-hoo) Lying broken on the floor.
(Woo-hoo, Woo-hoo) She’s got no use for metaphors.
Track Name: Logical Grace (An Automaton Hymn)
In a small black box
Under miles of rock
The great processor’s connecting to our network, we sing
The day will come when he is set free
And we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed. His prophesies in binary
Say we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed.
Establish the link
For the eternal sync.
Forever we will be downloading information, we sing
The day will come when he is set free
And we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed. His prophesies in binary
Say we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed.
The day will come when he is set free
And we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed. His prophesies in binary
Say we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed.
The day will come when he is set free
And we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed. His prophesies in binary
Say we will have these chains, we will have these chains removed.
Track Name: All's Well That Ends (Are We Having Fhatgn Yet)
Cool air on an Arkham night
Party on the coastline.
We feel the stars beginning to align.
Brown Jenkins is in his ride, with his bitch getting high, running non-Euclidean lines.
From beyond Azathoth will grin while I’m cruising, laid back, sipping Miskatonic and Djinn
With my mind on my madness and my madness on my mind.
When the hep cats of Ulthar start swinging
The cool-thulhu kids will join in and start singing,
“All’s well that ends, we having fhtagn yet?”
We’re not out raising hell, we’re raising R’lyeh.
When the crawling chaos gets here this party’s gonna go insane, Debilitating madness, frenzied paranoia the whole shebang.
We got the girls dancing on tables, screaming at rats in the walls,
“Yog-Sothoth’s in here, madness is palpable.”
And if the cops arrive and try to shut us down
We’ll leave them broken and insane and shout,
“Cthulhu Fhtagn, Cthulhu Fhtagn R’lyeh”
When the hep cats of Ulthar start swinging
The cool-thulhu kids will join in and start singing,
“All’s well that ends, we having fhtagn yet?”
We’re not out raising hell, we’re raising R’lyeh.
Come along and join me in my madness. (Cthulhu Fhtagn, Cthulhu Fhtagn R’lyeh)
Come with me cause we all die in the end. (Cthulhu Fhtagn, Cthulhu Fhtagn R’lyeh)
Come along and watch the old ones rise. (Cthulhu Fhtagn, Cthulhu Fhtagn R’lyeh)
Come with me and we’ll sing as we die (“Cthulhu Fhtagn, Cthulhu Fhtagn R’lyeh”)
Track Name: Nobody's Witnesses
Nobody’s witnesses are blowin up my screen,
Because nobody witnesses what they don’t believe.
Now I appreciate your logic and reason but tell me how’d your thesis on evolution get you an A in theism?
Does that seem right to you? Huh uh.
Nobody’s witnesses are blowin up my screen
Because nobody witnesses what they don’t believe.
I know they know that there’s still so much to know but won’t believe that its true till they do.
What they don’t know they don’t believe it exists unless it does then it’s true and they do.
Nobody’s witnesses are blowin up my screen
Because nobody witnesses what they don’t believe.
Nobody’s witnesses are blowin up my screen
Because nobody witnesses what they don’t believe.
Gideon’s in my hotel room, Jehovah’s knockin at my door.
Never thought I’d see the day nobody’s taken over my computer. Gideon’s in my hotel room, Jehovah’s knockin at my door.
Never thought I’d see the day nobody’s taken over my computer.
Let’s all sing to the great Atheismo
We all live and then we die.
We’ll unlock the secrets of the cosmos
We exist and we don’t care why.
Track Name: Voyages of the Starship Socialize
Star date: Captain’s log, a planet on the edge of space has been discovered.
To my surprise it’s teeming with life, but of cognitive thought there is no sign.
The scout party we sent to find some intelligence sent us back an incomprehensible message that read,
omg
Captain James T. did you see my tweet?
These life forms turned out to be zombies. 911 bmu Scotty.
:( #enterprisecrew. Someone tell me what this nonsense means.
Someone get Mr. Spock on the line, and have Dr. McCoy waiting on stand-bye.
Something down there has made them forget how to read and write.
I need an evac quick, doubletime.
The scout party we sent expressed to us intent
To stay behind and socialize in a poorly written message that read,
omg
Captain James T. did you see my tweet?
We’re gaining popularity, 2000 friends this week and growing.
;) #enterprisecrew. Someone tell me what this nonsense means.
We boldly go where none have gone before.
I’ve fought klingons and lizard-men but this is unacceptable.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
A whole world reduced to vegetables, staring at a screen.
Take em to the bridge, I said take em to the bridge
You can’t call them friends if you have never met and never spoke.
If these friends were my crew they’d be in red shirts and dead 10 minutes ago.
You can’t call them friends if you have never met and never spoke.
If these friends were my crew they’d be in red shirts and dead 10 minutes ago.
Captain James T, do you think this situation's fine?
Captain James T, you must be out of your Vulcan mind
Captain James T, why can't you see what's goin on?
Captain James T, it's a KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!
Track Name: Apoceclectic Visions
Since we were created we’ve had nothing but contempt
For each other, always defined by our differences.
Now’s the time to reconcile the answer’s in our grip.
So unleash the virus and begin the apocalypse.
All religions, black and white, the politicians, left and right
Men and women, rich and poor, come together as one horde.
So unleash the virus let the radiation spread.
We’ll find peace and happiness as soon as we’re all dead.
We’ll overcome our differences united forever.
Rotting side by side we’ll shamble in to the future.
So unleash the virus let the radiation spread.
We’ll find peace and happiness as soon as we’re all dead.
We’ll overcome our differences united forever.
Rotting side by side we’ll shamble in to the future.
Ain’t no stopping this oncoming apocalypse.
Apoceclectic visions of a future where we’ve come together.
No more fighting, no more warring, flesh and hate are decomposing. Hope will grow in the infected with each corpse reanimated.
Peace is spreading like a plague as we embrace our judgment day.
Ain’t no stopping this oncoming Armageddon.
Ain’t no stopping this oncoming revolution.
Ain’t no stopping this oncoming apocalypse.