Savage Age

by Weeper

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Best enjoyed with a pinch of regret and some bad company.

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credits

released 03 January 2014
All tracks written, recorded and ruined by Weeper @ Green Door Studio.

Thanks to Hueson Buckley-Lols of ZOMG Crib & Richie STW for group vocals. Big old whiskey props to Gabe for the cymbals we couldn't afford, too.

As for everybody else? Fuck you. Every last one.

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Track Name: Terror
I'm not the man I used to be.
I'm somewhere halfway in between
An empty ghost and your machine.
I find it hard, so hard to breath.

This is Terror.
The ones we care for but never there for.
Without a trace, we stay in place
This is terror.

Now lost on land and swain at sea,
I'm half remorse half apathy.
I lie and cheat and fuck and flee.
Break down hard, begin to bleed.

This is Terror.
The ones we care for but never there for.
Without a trace, we stay in place
This is terror.
Track Name: Savage Age
It’s gonna be a dirty ride,
We’re gonna have a filthy time
It’s never quite the way you dream
Romance is dead, Let’s make a scene.
This time and place we stay awake.
These necks and promises we break.
We live in fear of lives we lead.
We fight with hands that feed.

You and I were made to die
And try and find a scene.
It’s them or us to spit and cuss
Sit and shit and scream.
Track Name: Legs of Gold
She’s head to toe,
With legs of gold.
A heart of rust
From being sold.
Got diamond tits
And ruby hips.
An appetite
To starve the soul.

We came to party,
We’re gonna tear this fucker down.
Let’s get it started
We’ll burn it to the ground.

Those crimson lips
That stain the skin
Like cigarettes
And wasted gin.
She walks away
On legs of gold
She keeps ‘em closed,
We can’t get in.

We came to party,
We’re gonna tear this fucker down.
Let’s get it started
We’ll burn it to the ground.

I’m sure I’m loosing my mind,
Find it hard to keep in time.
My neck these hands that bind,
I cannot breathe this time.

We came to party,
We’re gonna tear this fucker down.
Let’s get it started
We’ll burn it to the ground.