Folklore Noir

by The Maggoty Brats

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released January 6, 2015

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"Wake your ass up, work your day through and drink your night away~~~ And believe me friend, there is no worst pain~~~ than staring through the pub window, one brand new day.~~~"

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Track Name: Masters of the game
When they stood up and defeated the Monarchs and the Church,
the Brothers of the Rose, they should have known
that Lions won’t be beaten with high hopes from a gentle heart.
Witness the rise of a Brave New World.

When they say love – love is God and God is War.
A family house with bodies on the floor.
And they say hate to entertain the human race
so their Genocide would be justified on any given day.

Until the blood from the evergrowing Wound disappears
from the hands of the Madmen, they will crave the flesh
so smooth by the moonlight. The Liars will get away
again and again.

Is it the Second Coming of the Lord or the Seven Wonders of the World
that made you think that it was yours –
the Planet, everything around, you are selling at the speed of sound.
And before you know it, it’s all gone.

When they say love – love is God and God is War.
A family house with bodies on the floor.
And they say hate to entertain the human race
so their Genocide would be justified on any given day.

Until the blood from the evergrowing Wound disappears
from the hands of the Madmen, they will crave the flesh
so smooth by the moonlight. The Liars will get away
again and again.

You couldn’t get much lower, Devil on your shoulder,
there is Hell all over and do you think it’s sane,
the Lovers of the Grave ? There is Hell all over,
Devil on your shoulder, destroyers of the Brave,
Masters of the game.
Track Name: Blazing thunder
He has been around and all the way back,
to the country boarders in his Cadillac,
with a big sport bag that I know for a fact.
He had a dirty suit and a golden watch,
Greasy hair all long and black
and an attitude that couldn’t meet no match.

He’s stone cold, bad to the bone.
He’s a motorised ghost rider
and he don’t bother for his peers no more.
He’s a rude chap, a cruel mack.
Who would hit and run like that ?
God have mercy on his heart of stone.

Blazing thunder howling through the night.
Going further on the other side.
Running over everything in sight
so, please just don’t step into the light.

He will never have peace of mind
until there’s no one left for an homicide.
You don’t want him going to your town soon.
So if you hear that motor screaming,
get running if you know what I mean.
You might end up in his big sport bag too.

He’s stone cold, bad to the bone.
He’s a motorised ghost rider
and he don’t bother for his peers no more.
He’s a rude chap, a cruel mack.
Who would hit and run like that ?
God have mercy on his heart of stone.

Blazing thunder howling through the night.
Going further on the other side.
Running over everything in sight
so, please just don’t step into the light.

Going further, running over,
Going further, running over,
Going further, running over you.
Track Name: Elle danse sur du béton
The men with the big scars are feeding the dogs.
The boy with the guitar is sipping on a mug.
Call them up for the deer hunt, they won’t go alone.
You said you brought the Rum but there was nobody home.
She’s dancing on hard concrete.

At night there’s a lovely woman on the roof
keeping inside the things she been through.
You keep saying, you’re going to make a move.
But she’s the daughter of the devil and she’s all bad news.
She’s dancing on hard concrete.

Calm down kid, listen you don’t move,
you’re not the one she’s going to choose.
you can cry all you want, she don’t mind.
Better get used to it over time.
she’s dancing on hard concrete.

Now, run and hide like the wounded deer
the men with the big scars are hunting down.
Believe me kid, the sooner the better.
Picture this, she’s a big girl now.
She’s dancing on hard concrete.

Sur son corps le sang coule comme sur la porcelaine,
dans un salon d’opium où elle s’ouvrit les veines.
Si la mort est une sainte, la vie est une salope.
Tu apportas le Rhum, elle était déjà morte.
Elle danse sur du béton.
Track Name: Folklore Noir
I have been afraid of losing, I have been afraid of trying.
But I tried all I could and I couldn’t get a dime.
Not a dime for the sick of mind, not a dime for the blistered souls.
Not a dime for everytime we had to do what we were told.

Not a dime for…

Swearing upon all mortals the vows you have made,
on a desconstructed history of a thousand mistakes.
There’s a man in the river and all the neighborhood is blind.
When he drowned, after a while, it wasn’t worth a dime.

Not a dime for…

Well it sure sounded like a prayer but it felt like a game.
And again, all we prayed for is wealth and fame.
I heard they caught a man cheating and all your Heros got the blame.
And nothing ends a game like a bullet in the brain.

Not a dime for…

Not a friend, not a trial, not a break within a mile.
Having another state of mind was never a good reason to die.
Not a chance for a change, sickly hallowed be your name.
The throne that you sit on is nothing but a shame.

Not a dime for…
Track Name: Elvis in Wonderland
The children of misfortune, the tortured and the unholy fed
were playing a game summoning the Angels of Death.
They spilled wine over oil over corn on the t.v. set.
And they whispered the names of well known undead vets.

The All-seeing kids, they turned the t.v. on.
They had to pray for the things they have done.
A salvation remotely controlled.
So you will never be alone.

Elvis in Wonderland

The better the man, the bitter his feelings are.
Like any Sunday, he’s reading the Bible on his VCR.
He is having Wine with the arrogants and Bread with the barely sane.
He is wearing black on any sunny day and white only when it rains.

He took the kids home and they had a party there.
He gave them presents and kisses on their hands.
And through the cellar door he pushed them down the stairs.
Then he shot them at point blank.

Elvis in Wonderland
Track Name: Alice in Graceland
Your new Diet is a feast, afore the coming of the Beast.
With Calaveras, tequilla and borrachos.
And without any rest, a pack of loonies took the west.
Waking up the dead, and burying down the damned.

As the moonlight was haunting the insomniacs,
the traitors they gathered in a pack.
All the men they started acting like wolves.
The righteous they wrote the Code,
the recrutes urinated on the soil,
they gave a land to a king who is wearing a crown of foil.

The pilgrims, they came by the thousands
to hear the thoughts and the prayers of the Madmen.
They walked for days and months and some of them never came back.
Within a single length of a thrill, they built a temple atop of the hill.
And now the Future is sealed and their destiny is fulfilled.
Track Name: The Leviathan
When I was just a little boy
I had a disposition to subordination
like a call to arm all across the nation
through airwaves and cabled television

They have stoned you.
God promotes you.
Got to do what’s right for your country.

The resistance is at the gates
and they gave the guards a better wage.
All the sovereign people, they danced in joy
until the emperor he bombed it all

They have stoned you.
God promotes you.
Got to do what’s right for your country.

This world’s elite,
the Leviathan and all the weapon dealers secret gang
will sell all the opium from Afghanistan
until they get a taste of Iran.

They have stoned you.
God promotes you.
Got to do what’s right
don’t you know it is wrong to run away.
They will find you.
And when they do you better pray Someone new.
Track Name: Midnight IOA
Have you ever felt anything for a stranger
that took a look inside your head through your eyes
and stayed there forever ?
What about leaving town at night with your eyes closed down
to a place you never ever been before.
You hear the thunder calling and you wake up at the door.

You’re just another fool, a victim of love.
Midnight IOA.

Hear the voices in the alley ? They are lying to you.
They lie about how rituals and all of this
will never be coming true.
It would if you knew how to.
Just like the insects in the attics of your acestors’ houses
in the darkness you are crawling, laying down broken hearted,
cursing the one who put a spell on you.

Just another fool, a victim of love.
Midnight IOA.
Track Name: Matilda
She dresses like Madonna,
Matilda, she’s a hooker down the street.
And in her arms it is colder
than anywhere you ever going to be.

She got dope burning in both hands.
She got thorned bushes around her bed.
Ten thousand black clouds in her brain.
They drove her insane.

She got kicked out because she couldn’t pay the rent
and her folks are from a foreign region.
Sick and dying in the pouring rain.
Poor Matilda.
Track Name: Black flea market
Listen punk if you’re bad to the bone,
the black market is the place to go.
That’s where the crooks they get along,
That’s where the pirates get their gun.

Like there’s a place just a mile from here,
you’re going to get a pistol with a six pack of beer.
All the kids there love to run, but they never run for fun.

You’ll get twice for the price of one.
If you go to heaven, leave your guns at home, Bill.
You got twice but you’re already done.

There’s a big operation dope.
Every cop is looking for the next Capone
so the Feds can take the drugs
then test them on the poor.

And if you can’t tell right from wrong,
go out and get yourself the atom bomb.
Threat all countries around or recreate the Big Bang.

You’ll get twice for the price of one.
If you go to heaven, leave your guns at home, Bill.
You got twice but you’re already done.
Track Name: Broken
So you lack alot of respect?
Go ride a bull or write a book.
Change the world as you wish now,
on your own.

So you kinda feel rejected ?
Take them all or pack it up.
When everyday is regreted,
and everynight you wish you never would come back…

to the life you’re leaving in your sleep
where dreams get broken.
Keep on acting like that and you’ll end up like them.
Just do as you’re told.

Well you tell your friends that you have changed
but inside you are the same –
like a kid on the run -
and not a smile in the world would take you home.

There is no one else to take the blame,
yeah I know it’s a shame.
You never felt so alone.
Like the rest of the world is on your back.
Track Name: Anarcoholism
We flew the night like canonballs
over the crowd and through the walls.
No remorses, some bruises but no memories at all.
I’ve got something different, it cannot be named
but I mean, if you can take it, go and have a drink,
do you think you can go on like this for a week ?

What I need all the time to light my mind is bad for me.
And I feel all alive but I’m slowly dying.
It works for me.

I’ve seen weird things in funny jars
and the miracles of every bars.
A demonstration, an inspiration, a celebration
and I feel alright !
…but I called the doctor,
and he spent an hour lying
about my condition, he said :
-do just as you wish, but do you think
you will ever quit ?

But what I need all the time to light my mind is bad for me.
And I feel all alive but I’m slowly dying.
It works for me.
Track Name: Dark shift of ages
On the road to the cemetary
bushes were lit on fire
then out of the dark came a stranger,
then another one.
The first one was all big and strong,
the second one, tall and thin.
One was dressed in a pitch black suit,
the other one in green.

At first they stood on their steady feet,
a star above their heads,
but when they knocked that bottle
all morals were left for dead.
They had herb and fruit flavored alcohol
and pistols in their hands.
Although they never meant no harm,
a young man bled to death.

The pipers and the dancers were staring at the night,
waiting for an angel to fall down from the sky.
The children of the syphilis, they prayed in the rain,
and wished upon a shooting star to take away the pain.

From the feathers of the phœnix
to the flames of the Hades.
From the beam out of the lighthouse
to a dark shift of ages.
There was a chimp holding an accordeon
that I saw one day,
all covered in chains and leather bands
but oh boy, he could play.