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All songs written and recorded by Mississippi Bones
Mixed and Mastered by Josh Palmer @ Zombietakeover Media
Guitar re-amping by Neil Turri @ Amish Electric Chair Studios
(www.amishelectricchairstudios.com)
Album artwork, logo & design by Alexander von Wieding
(www.zeichentier.com)

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released July 22, 2017

Jared Collins: Vocals
Dusty Donley: Guitars
Jason Miller: Drums
Derik Dunson: Guitars & Vocals
Jason Rector: Bass
Heather Collins: Vocals

Organ on The Last Dodo & Robot Devil by Scott Lawhun

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Mississippi Bones Ada, Ohio

Mississippi Bones formed in the flat lands of Hardin County, Ohio in 2010 as a 2 man studio project, thanks to some free studio time, with no other motives than to lay down some rock and no intentions of a future. In the last 4 years the rock has not stopped. They have moved from a 2 to a 6 man (5 men 1 lady) band, but the goal remains the same...laying down fat slabs o'rock. ... more

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Track Name: Ad Nauseam
Brightly colored words collide in shades of gray.
Peasants mark each days passing with shallow graves.
Hand over fist for the old bait and switch, selling two at a time.
Get the branding right; they’ll pay just to wait in line.
The clock says just in time.
For your problems a one stop solution.
Adding fractions or prostitution, it’s such a hazy line, a trick of light a play on words?
A new sucker’s born every day, and that my friend will never fail
Cause when armed with a hammer all you start to see are nails.
Hand over fist for that old bait and switch, selling two at a time.
Get the branding right; they’ll pay just to wait in line.
We’re selling better lives, everything you never knew you wanted. Adding fractions or prostitution, it’s such a hazy line, a trick of light a play on words?
Oh my friend, you’re not worth the gold that you’re made of, as your ivory tower comes crumbling down.
Consumerism is without a doubt this year’s hottest new trend.
And if I may be so forward as to say, you definitely look good in it.
So hurry now supplies won’t last long.
They’re going fast come and get yours before they’re all gone.
Don’t miss your chance to start your life anew with the bigger better new and improved version of you.
A nation of debtors free to live in slavery.
Why can’t anyone see our chains are monetary?
Track Name: Tempting the Dragon's Ire
How many among will stare into the eyes of death?
The hot hellfire of its noxious breath burning in its chest
Laying the people down low.
Who would stand up to fight for what’s left,
Or cower as its claws rend you limb from limb, ripping you to shreds
Laying the people down low.
Off into the burning fields of ash we go, to die with honor.
By the blades of our blood stained swords, there’ll be no more laying the people down low.
The wicked, on this day will find no rest, amid the burning bones, boiling blood and crackling flesh.
Through the smoke and fog, the fire is all consuming.
The battle’s lost, our people laid down low.
Off into the burning fields of ash we rode and died with honor.
Underneath the ash and smoke our bodies lay as Valhalla welcomes us home.
Track Name: The Last Dodo
Time, always out of time, too late for me
Always was and always will be
But on a closer look I can see things wings have not yet atrophied.
Set my sights up to the sky. Drop this weight and take flight.
Feel the wind go whipping by.
Gravity tries to deny, the heavens call to me, say not to slow down. Warp 10 past the speed of light.
Space and time fold into one as the continuum unveils itself to me. Every point of light in every point of time is mine and I smile wide as I see, in real time and in memory, me
Set my sights up to the sky. Drop this weight and take flight.
Feel the wind go whipping by.
Gravity tries to deny, the heavens call to me, say not to slow down. Warp 10 past the speed of light.
When the hands of time offer up extinction
Tear down the walls of the fourth dimension.
Set my sights up to the sky. Drop this weight and take flight.
Feel the wind go whipping by.
Gravity tries to deny, the heavens call to me, say not to slow down. Warp 10 past the speed of light.
Track Name: Broken Rulers
Tread softly and don’t forget your stick.
Broke rulers never give an inch.
Convention is fine for an oven, but some dare to dream of convection.
Well lucidity and me are on formal terms at best
He makes me call him mister and that’s no good in a pinch
But nonsense in my neighbor and we cook out together
And as far as I can tell there’s been no problems yet.
So throw another burger on while the fire’s still warm
And grab yourself a beer and a chair cause we ain’t going nowhere.
The bright lights we reach out to grab are usually Armageddon’s hands Cause happiness is found but not hidden.
Don’t panic just keep on searching.
Well lucidity and me are on formal terms at best, he makes me call him mister and that’s no good in a pinch
But nonsense in my neighbor and we hang out together
And as far as I can tell there’s been no problems yet.
So hang a sheet from the garage and throw a movie on
And grab yourself a beer and a chair cause we ain’t going nowhere.
Listen here three eyes, don’t you try to out weird me.
I get stranger things than you for free with my breakfast cereal.
Well lucidity and me are on formal terms at best, he makes me call him mister and that’s no good in a pinch
But nonsense in my neighbor and we cook out together and as far as I can tell there’s been no problems yet.
So throw another burger on but leave the brats at home
Cause with quips were well versed in outbursts unrehearsed, and sausage jokes are the wurst.
Track Name: In Search of Gold
On through the mountains high, and stumbling through the valleys low Denounced by the raven’s cry, welcomed by the murder of crows.
And if the gods are truly just, then surely hell will come.
As saints we broke our halos, as sinners we move on.
Just keep the demons off our backs just long enough to find to hope. Just sing just to keep to some faith.
Just breathe; just be, just one more time one foot in front of the other. Just believe you’ll find a way.
A fool in search of gold.
The pendulum swings, the spin of the earth, unbalancing.
The wolves sing of desire to the moon.
A new day brings new damnations too.
And if the gods are truly just, then surely hell will come.
As saints we bloodied our hands, as sinners we will mourn.
Just keep the demons off our backs just long enough to find to hope. Just sing just to keep to some faith.
Just breathe; just be, just one more time one foot in front of the other. Just believe you’ll find a way.
A fool in search of gold.
March on through wastelands, your sins a heavy burden
But the devil demands his pound of flesh.
March on through wastelands, your sins a heavy burden
But the devil demands his pound of flesh.
As saints we bloodied our hands, as sinners we will mourn.
Just keep the demons off our backs just long enough to find to hope. Just sing just to keep to some faith.
Just breathe; just be, just one more time one foot in front of the other. Just believe you’ll find a way.
A fool in search of gold
Track Name: Robot Devil (Analog Version)
He came walkin’ out the dark and on through the door
I was pluckin’ on a tune usin some minor chords
He had a white hat, white shoes and white coat
He said, “Boy I see you know the notes, but there's, somethin’ you need to learn, now granted your chops burn, but they be lackin’ soul and we all know.”
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, boy
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
You can’t fake it, oh no, but I can help you make it, if you pay my fee, you see
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, boy
Now is you is or is you ain’t just fakin’?
I know for sure I shoulda hit the door, but he said he’d give me hands of an automaton
Get my groove locked on and I could rock on and on and on
I asked him what are your terms, he said the deal is standard
I’ll give your songs some soul in exchange for yours
I said I agree, now when you come see me, you’ll hear the whole crowd sing
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, boy
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
I ain’t fakin, oh no, I’m just makin these strings sing because
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, boy
Now listen to me swing
That rock don’t ever stop. Like the great bambino, I just keep on swingin”
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing boy
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
Not a damn thing!