The Rejects Strike Back

by Mississippi Bones

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released April 18, 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

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

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: An Airing of Grievances
Somewhere where the road less traveled forks
You’ll find a path that leads you off into the point of no return
And if you listen in the distance a tasty groove is going down, low n slow, Just like good barbecue. We lay it down like this.

In a clearing near the spring you’ll find a meeting happening between the lost and the low class, unfortunate and penniless.
They come piling out in droves at the end of every day.
Grievances will be aired and rock will be played.

This meeting’s now in session.
Please turn all guitar amps up to eleven.
Make sure the bass is coming through low and loud,
And someone tell the drummer to commence the rocking now.
Track Name: Digital Smoker
Laser sabers and photon tasers swept aside for the opinionaters. Teleportation will stay a dream due to insecurities in your masculinity.
If the great minds think alike then tell me, why has the dollar of some sucker dictated what my future is like?
I need a change. This situation’s critical.
You still can’t cure the cancer, but at least I can smoke in digital.
If this is progress, then you can take it all back
Or you best be tellin me, where’s my goddamn hover car at.
Cheated out of my sonic screwdriver, so your new hair transplants can look good in water.
If the great minds think alike then tell me, why has the dollar of some sucker dictated what my future is like?
I need a change. This situation’s critical.
You still can’t cure the cancer, but at least I can smoke in digital.
And I’m sorry Mr. Clarke but there has been no odyssey,
Except for cyber space and adventures in pornography.
Mr. Roddenberry must be very sad to hear
How we never reached the final frontier
But don’t get bitter we got twitter.
Phillip Dick you must be rollin in your grave.
Did you ever think that things would turn out this way?
Mr. Herbert I’m sure you were wrong all along.
We took the worst of us and rolled it into one.
Underwhelming advances still to come.
Welcome to the age of imaginative mediocrity.
It’s not the idea it’s how you sell it that is key.
What the fuck is an emoticon?
Fuckin A right it’s a con.
Track Name: The Esoteric Order of Dagon
Oh one sultry night, shadows dancing under the moon light
Like twisted vines they stretch, down through the old alleyways of Innsmouth.
Conducting my studies for Miskaonic University
I came across a sight no man should have ever seen.
They were dancing and screaming on the drums they were beating Pagan rhythms captivating while the faithful lay in waiting
For the Esoteric Order of Dagon to restore
The ways of the elder days and join the ranks of the Shoggoth.
On the streets it seemed to me something about this town’s quite fishy. While in my room I could hear the clamor of a crowd of people beating down my door.
I opened my hotel window hit the ground then hit the road
When fires burning caught my eye out on the distant shore line.
I snuck down to the harbor where the crowd grew larger with every second that ticked by
And those fires burned bright in the sky and the people were chanting and screaming to the night.
From the dark of oceans deep Dagon will rise up to reap
The seeds of chaos he has sown, in the heart of this town’s soul.
Oh my god you know they were dancing and screaming on the drums they were beating
Pagan rhythms captivating while the faithful lay in waiting
For the Esoteric Order of Dagon to restore the ways of the elder days and join the ranks of the Shoggoth.