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by Mississippi Bones

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KJ
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KJ I'm addicted to Mississippi Bones! For me, this is their best and a 10/10. Favorite track: American Surreal.
Tempest2097
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Tempest2097 This album and 2600 AD are tied for my favorite Mississippi Bones albums, they're just great start to finish. Favorite track: Jacurutu.
Henrik Thøgersen
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Henrik Thøgersen Best rock album of 2012. Period. Favorite track: Johnny Switchblade.
Harry Harrison
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Harry Harrison From tunes straight from the bayou like ‘Jade Fire’ to the crushing riffs of ‘Crushed by the Weight of the Monolith’, these swamp rockers will give your ears a pounding that they will enjoy. It follows in the same vein as the debut self-titled album and if you like your music like the relentless churning of a paddle steamer; don’t miss these guys. Favorite track: Swamp Lady.
Allan MacKenzie-Graham
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Allan MacKenzie-Graham Great music and fun lyrics, what's not to love? Favorite track: Dungeon Hustle.
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1.
Light up a smoke. Let’s hit the road. Suitcase is packed, top down we gotta, gotta go. Cause there be bats in them hills, frenzied, swooping to kill, and my bloods to thick for this desert heat for certain. I said now is the time for action. We headed straight into the heart of the wasteland. Yeah we’re pioneers blazing a trail through the years and headed straight in to the heart of the American dream without fear. American surreal. We got to clear out, no hesitation. Reptile orgies are such sticky situations. It’s time to move. No time to lose. For god sakes man what about the golf shoes. I said now is the time for action. We headed straight into the heart of the wasteland. Yeah we’re pioneers blazing a trail through the years and headed straight in to the heart of the American dream without fear. American surreal. You got to get it all. I said freaks so chic, pushers and pimps, habitual gamblers, devil carnies, loose women. It’s like the third Reich on a Saturday night, but tell me why are so many out at three AM on a Tuesday night? There ain’t no sound in this ghost town as I narrate our way down, and this devil either’s got the best of me and I can see the beast that I’ve unleashed on sin city, but I do believe I have discovered the American dream. You got to get it all. I said freaks so chic, pushers and pimps, habitual gamblers, devil carnies, loose women. It’s like the third Reich on a Saturday night, but tell me why are so many out at three AM on a Tuesday night? There ain’t no sound in this ghost town as I narrate our way down, and this devil either’s got the best of me and I can see the beast that I’ve unleashed on sin city, but I do believe I have discovered the American dream.
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Well Mr. Monster asked me hypothetically speaking, if I were a lizard or some other kind of swamp thing, if I could hear the grass grow, when up from hell, where the yuggoth dwells, came a group of extraordinary gentlemen into the courtyard to stage a small killing, and we fell to our knees and screamed Whatever happened to the man of tomorrow? Did he fall victim to his own dodgem logic? It’s the killing joke that makes these lost girls lust for vendetta with a capital V. And as the watchmen looked on they sang such a sad, sad song and I whispered to myself, “Must be judgment day.” How hungry is the heart that prays for glory? Disease of language in tomorrow’s stories. If ignorance is bliss then genius is pain, well I’m feeling alright, so what does that say. Damn shame. Well the light of thy countenance has taken such a dark, dark shade. Damn shame. Such a sad state of affairs for the man who had everything. Whatever happened to the man of tomorrow? Did he fall victim to his own dodgem logic? It’s the killing joke that makes these lost girls lust for vendetta with a capital V. And as the watchmen looked on they sang such a sad, sad song, the Ballad of Halo Jones I do believe, and I whispered to myself, “ Must be judgment day.”
3.
Momma always said there’d be days like this. She never said everyday would be this way. Am I just killing time? I’ve wasted so many years here and now the rooms have grown so dark, so cold, with bugs in the walls and bugs in the halls peeking in on everything I say every single day. It’s a damn shame. The crowd screams for restitution. They want a resolution now. The cry in the street is revolution now. And I say go on gas’r up chicky babe. And I’m only gonna say it one time cause I don't chew my cabbage twice. Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. The same is the same, no matter what you say. Be it the FBI or the CIA, they be watching me. Cause I know secrets that they’ve been keeping, and I’d be a dangerous man if I be speaking. They’re watching me with eyes unblinking. So I gotta keep moving on. You might think I’m crazy, but I know the truth. So just sit on down and I can tell you all about how the Department of the Treasury is in league with Wal-Mart planning urgently to switch to gift cards as our currency. The crowd screams for restitution. They want a resolution now. The cry in the street is revolution now. And I say go on gas’r up chicky babe. And I’m only gonna say it one time cause I don't chew my cabbage twice. Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. The same is the same, no matter what you say. Be it the FBI or the CIA, they be watching me. Cause I know secrets that they’ve been keeping, and I’d be a dangerous man if I be speaking. They’re watching me with eyes unblinking. So I gotta keep moving on, or they’ll lock me up in area 51 with Hoffa’s brain and that fella from space, workin their mind control juju upon my brain. And if you knew what I knew you’d be careful too cause they’d be coming for you. Got no one. Got no home. Got nowhere to rest these bones. Faked my death, got nothing left. Ain’t no place for me to rest. Got no one. Got no home. Got nowhere to rest these bones. Faked my death, got nothing left. Ain’t no place for me to rest.
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When the deed needs done, who’s the only one? That’s the kinda guy that can bring a knife to a gun fight and win. He’s so rebellious that he’d make James Dean jealous. You’ll find his name in the classifieds under man that don’t take no jive. It says Have blade will travel. Professional with competitive rates. Just call 1-800-JOHNNY SWITCHBLADE. And he’ll come whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi in his chopped 54 Ford running a switchblade comb through his jet black hair. Whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi and he’s not headed back home till the job is done and a man’s left dead. Sweet and clean, skin the cat, Columbian necktie, different rates apply. He’s got bravada that shames Eric Estrada. You’ll find his name in the classifieds under man that don’t take no jive. It says Have blade will travel. Professional with competitive rates. Just call 1-800-JOHNNY SWITCHBLADE. And he’ll come whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi in his chopped 54 Ford running a switchblade comb through his jet black hair. Whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi and he’s not headed back home till the job is done and a man’s left dead. And he’ll come whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi in his chopped 54 Ford running a switchblade comb through his jet black hair. Whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi and he’s not headed back home till the job is done and a man’s left dead.
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Jade Fire 03:50
These dark nights serve the devil well. Eighteen wheels rolling down through hell. I can’t do this all by myself. Egg and Wang better show themselves. When you got an eight foot maniac looking down on you with his psychotic eyes, asking if you’ve paid your dues, you just remember what old Jack Burton says. The checks in the mail. Yeah we’re looking for the girl with the green eyes, burning like a jade fire. Big trouble brewing in little China tonight. Three storms in the sky, black magic on the rise tonight. Rain is pourin down from the sky. Sacrifice to appease the gods. The blood of Lo Pan’s Blushing bride. Sorcerer returns to flesh tonight. When the earth quakes and poison arrows fall from the sky and the pillars of heaven shake, you look that storm right in the eye and just remember what old Jack Burton says. Yeah we’re looking for the girl with the green eyes, burning like a jade fire. Big trouble brewing in little China tonight. Three storms in the sky, black magic on the rise tonight. Yeah we’re looking for the girl with the green eyes, burning like a jade fire. Big trouble brewing in little China tonight. Three storms in the sky, black magic on the rise tonight.
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Ape to man that’s the process, if you like you can call it progress. Spark the flame of intuition, bone to the brain of the competition. Bone then spear, flint then fire. Climb the evolutional ladder higher, rung by rung to Babylon, the apex of a long, long fall. Planets align now we’re doing fine. Technology is evolution of the mind, but we were damned from the start, crushed by the weight of the monolith. Planets align now we’re doing fine. Technology is evolution of the mind, but we were damned from the start, crushed by the weight of the monolith. Cro-Magnon pioneers with spears went forth without fear to explore and become conquistadors and discover the new world. Civilization booms to the tune of industrial gloom, we need more room. Manifest destiny, atomic revolution. Planets align now we’re doing fine. Technology is evolution of the mind, but we were damned from the start, crushed by the weight of the monolith. Planets align now we’re doing fine. Technology is evolution of the mind, but we were damned from the start, crushed by the weight of the monolith. No solution for our evolution, intuition was crushed by the weight of the monolith.
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Jacurutu 03:47
Man out on the sands alone, in the desert he calls home, walks down the golden path he follows. Abomination is the word on the lips of the old, cause they fear what they can’t control. Now those Benne Gesserit witches have always been so superstitious. Sticking their noses up in everybody else’s business so Leto let us know, what did you find in Jacurutu? Did you see the truth? Did you find the future. When the eyes glazed in a prescient daze, did you see how much we’d fear the worm? Kwisach Haderach to be, or a misread prophesy? Will we be enslaved or be set free? Tyrant of such tremendous girth, oh so hated by the populace that you control, when you were in the throughs of a spice overdose, did you see the villain you’d be or the savior we need? Leto let us know, what did you find in Jacurutu? Did you see the truth? Did you find the future. When the eyes glazed in a prescient daze, did you see how much we’d fear the worm? Oh Leto let us know, what did you find in Jacurutu? Shiatain or Shai Hullud? When the eyes glazed in a prescient daze, did you see how much we’d fear the worm? Oh Leto let us know, what did you find in Jacurutu? Shiatain or Shai Hullud? When the eyes glazed in a prescient daze, did you see how much we’d fear the worm?
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Swamp Lady 03:07
Mistress of the swamp, she can give a man anything he wants. She’s got that fire burning in her eyes, she’ll own your soul after you die. You can hear her in the graveyard singing her song. Come to me you poor tortured souls. It’s time to make good on the debt that you know you owe. So throw off death’s shackles and rise up. You’ve been bought and sold, now you’re mine to own, my personal property. With the wail of a banshee she screams. Go now child, go now child, go. She rolls them bones, she reads them stones. Go now child, go now child, go. Eyes roll back, she starts to shake and moan. Go now child, go now child, go. Well bless my soul. You got us all in thrall doing that hoodoo you do. Oh the preacher man he screamed that she’s a demon, then he got a visit from the corpse of Bobby Freeman. Now she got the women running scared, she got the men on their knees. Sheriff came to ask her about preacher man, now no one’s seen him in weeks. No there ain’t no one who knows where that sheriff went, but I’m guessing he found that preacher man. Go now child, go now child, go. She rolls them bones, she reads them stones. Go now child, go now child, go. Eyes roll back, she starts to shake and moan. Go now child, go now child, go. Well bless my soul. You got us all in thrall doing that hoodoo you do. I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest. I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest. I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest.
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Bring on your goblin hordes and bands of orcs, hulking zombies and kobolds. No gnoll or troll gonna slow me down oh no. Dodecalicious ever vicious. So many possibilities when I swing. In the end it won’t mean a thing cause again and again, every time my friend the outcomes always the same. I roll the die of 20 sides and cleave your ass in twain. Because I’m rolling 20s like a 68 Impala. AC doesn’t matter, critical damage from my war hammer. I throw the big 2-0 against every single foe and they’re crushed by the force of my mighty blow. I lay em low, yeah I lay em low. There’s a bugbear down there, I ain’t scared. Gelatinous cube, split in two, reduced to ooze, I can’t lose. Go ahead boy make your move, cause your all fodder for the slaughter, don’t need no modifier to compensate. It’s too late, icosahedrons sealed your fate. Because I’m rolling 20s like a 68 Impala. AC doesn’t matter, critical damage from my war hammer. I throw the big 2-0 against every single foe and they’re crushed by the force of my mighty blow. I lay em low, yeah I lay em low. Because I’m rolling 20s like a 68 Impala. AC doesn’t matter, critical damage from my war hammer. I throw the big 2-0 against every single foe and they’re crushed by the force of my mighty blow. I lay em low, yeah I lay em low. I’m rollin twenties, Im rollin twenties. I got 99 problems, all of them goblins; I suppose at least a bitch ain’t one. Yeah I got 20 reasons right here I don’t need luck to be no lady tonight. I’m rolling 20s. I’m rolling 20s. Had a dracolich tryin to break my stride so I chucked a war axe right between his eyes. Been gaining on a dragon’s ass since two days past. He’s terrorizing towns, burnt them to the ground, but I’d be moving quick if I was that son of a bitch now, cause everyday I’m hustling. Just one perception check springs every trap that's set. Oh dungeon masters hate when I sit down to play cause I’m rollin twenties. Don’t hate the player hate the game.
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I got so tired of the city life, thought I’d move myself on out to the country side. Get a little cabin in the woods down the way, lay back take it easy for the rest of my days, but oh I got so much more than I bargained for. Let me tell you about buyer’s remorse. Now my real estate agents got some questions he needs to be answering me. Like maybe why late at night when I’m asleep in my bed, little green goblins crawl out the floor of my basement. I know what you’re thinking, the man must of flipped his lid to be making such ridiculous statements. But oh when the moon is full they come on through. They scream and yell and be raising hell just like goblins do. Makes me wonder just how much my real estate agent knew. I know it may sound crazy but I’m telling you it’s the truth. Yeah they come out late at night, out of sight when the moon is high. Singing songs carrying on and dancing with no britches on. Two by two, four by four, they marching out my basement door. They scream and swear, sing and shout. Every night let it all hang out. I’ve figured out there’s no way to deal with goblins on an all night reel. They getting drunk, slamming doors, pissing and shitting all over my floors, getting freaky with their goblin whores. I ain’t slept in days, can’t take much more. I’ll tell you right now that the smell is unbearable, like an old lady fart passing through an onion, it’s just terrible. It gets in to the sofa, and into the carpet and I ain’t got no doubt that no amount of febreeze is gonna get that smell out. Yeah they come out late at night, out of sight when the moon is high. Singing songs carrying on and dancing with no britches on. Two by two, four by four, they marching out my basement door. Mercy me and lord above. The goblins have taken over. So much for my time alone. They’ve run me out of house and home.

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All Music And Lyrics By Mississippi Bones

Recorded, Produced & Engineered By Josh Palmer @ ZOMBIETAKEOVERMEDIA

Cover Art By Brandon Roosa

© 2012

Credits:
Dusty Donley- Guitars/Programming

Jared Collins- Vocals/Bass/Programming

Kjira Robinson- Vocals on "Jade Fire," "Jacurutu," "Swamp Lady" & "Dungeon Hustle"

Al Morris- Harmonica on "Jade Fire"

Bill Mancuso- Organ on "Dungeon Hustle"

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released February 21, 2012

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Mississippi Bones Ada, Ohio

Nestled in the flat lands of Hardin County Ohio, Mississippi Bones has been pummeling the world with fat slabs o’rock for over 10 years and counting. With a catalog consisting of six studio albums and numerous singles and EPs, the Bones have created a rich history full of swampy riffs, pop culture references, and sci-fi shenanigans. ... more

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