Ghost Town Rockers

by Stray Bullets

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The words "I'm gonna cut your fucking throat," ring out in a scream on Stray Bullets' album opener "Knife For the Pusherman." In that moment the upstrums take a sonic turn, they're no longer jaunty Jamaican affectations-- they're the sharp sounds of stabbing knives. It's a perfect summation of Stray Bullets' sound: ska-punk rendered dangerous and deranged. Ghost Town Rockers is the second full length from the Boston punks and on it they remain raw and melodic for its duration. These are the sounds of sore throats and sweaty circle skanks given life through drums, guitars, and voice.

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released 07 October 2014

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Track Name: New Prisons
TWO THOUSAND ELEVEN, THE PEOPLE, IT SEEMED, REALIZED THAT THEIR LIVES WERE A PYRAMID SCHEME, THE AMERICAN DREAM JUST A FABLE TO KEEP THEM ENSLAVED, SO THEY TOOK TO THE STREETS AND THEY TOOK TO THE SQUARES, AMAZED UPON LOOKING FOUND SOMEONE ELSE THERE, AND IDEAS WERE SHARED AND A NEW SET OF OPTIONS WERE WEIGHED...FIRST CAME THE PROTESTS AND THEN THE ENCAMPMENTS, AND MEDIA BLACKOUTS DID NOTHING TO DAMPEN THE SPIRITS OF THOSE WHO HAD FOUND SOMETHING WORTHY TO SAVE, THEY BUILT MICROSOCIETIES FORGED ON COMPASSION, ON OPEN DISCUSSION, DIVISION OF RATIONS, AND CORPORATE FASCISM OILED UP ITS GUILLOTINE BLADE...

WITH NO LEADERS TO SLANDER AND NO HEADS TO ROLL, THE MACHINE COULDN'T SEEM TO REGAIN ITS CONTROL, SO THEY CALLED ON THE CONGRESS THEY'D BANKROLLED TO BREAK UP THE THRONG, IN CAME THE GOVERNMENT, IN ON THE GRIFT, THEY SAID “FREEDOM OF SPEECH AIN'T A RIGHT, IT'S A GIFT, IF YOU STICK TO THE SCRIPT THAT WE WROTE THEN WE'LL DO YOU NO WRONGS”...BUT THE PEOPLE, AWAKENED, SAW WHAT WAS AT STAKE, THEY SAID “WE WON'T REPEAT ALL OUR PARENTS' MISTAKES, IT'S TIME TO RETAKE THINGS THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN OURS ALL ALONG, ALTHOUGH WE'RE AFRAID WE WILL NOT BE DISSUADED, NO LONGER OBEYING A SYSTEM THAT'S PLAYED US”, THEY BUILT BARRICADES AND AWAITED THE RAIDS STANDING STRONG...

IF YOU CAN'T FIND THE ANSWERS THAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR, MAYBE IT'S COS YOUR QUESTIONS ARE FLAWED TO THE CORE, IN A SYSTEM DESIGNED WHERE THEY'VE MADE IT A CRIME TO BE POOR...THEY TAKE US FOR GRANTED, THEY TAKE US FOR FOOLS, THEY TAKE US TO TASK AND THEY MAKE US THEIR TOOLS, THEY BUILT A NEW PRISON WHERE CLEARLY WE NEEDED A SCHOOL...

A YOUNG BOY WALKING BY GRABBED AT HIS MOTHER'S HAND, ASKED THE RIGHT QUESTION “WHY?” HAD THIS WHOLE THING BEGAN, UNDERSTANDING CREPT OVER HIS FACE AS THE WOMAN EXPLAINED, SAID “THESE PEOPLE YOU SEE ARE JUST LIKE YOU AND ME, AND THEY'RE CAMPING OUT HERE COS THEY WANT TO BE FREE OF THE MONSTERS WHO SCARE THEM, THE BULLIES WHO CAUSE THEM THEIR PAIN”...AND AS THEY WALKED AWAY ON THAT BRIGHT SUNNY DAY, HE TURNED BACK AROUND AND HE SMILED AND HE WAVED, AND I KNEW THEN AND THERE THAT THIS STRUGGLE, IT WASN'T IN VAIN, SURE, THEY TOOK DOWN THE CAMPS AND THEY PUT IN THE BOOT BUT VICTORY WAS OURS IN THAT MOMENT OF TRUTH, IN THE SEEDS TAKING ROOT IN THE MINDS OF THE YOUTH OF TODAY...

IF YOU CAN'T FIND THE ANSWERS THAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR, MAYBE IT'S COS YOUR QUESTIONS ARE FLAWED TO THE CORE, IN A SYSTEM DESIGNED WHERE THEY'VE MADE IT A CRIME TO BE POOR...THEY TAKE US FOR GRANTED, THEY TAKE US FOR FOOLS, THEY TAKE US TO TASK AND THEY MAKE US THEIR TOOLS, THEY BUILT A NEW PRISON WHERE CLEARLY WE NEEDED A SCHOOL.
Track Name: Peace Signs
I RIDE BY PEACE SIGNS PAINTED ON THE WALLS OF THE TENEMENTS, A MESSAGE FROM THE MAYOR TO THE CITY AND ITS RESIDENTS, HOPEFUL BUT NEVER REALLY ECHOING THE SENTIMENTS, OF THE ONES WHO WOULD CONTROL THESE AVENUES...NOW THE TEMPERATURES RISE AND TEMPERS FLARE, BUT HE WON'T RUN NO HE'S NOT SCARED, AND A MOTHER'S WAILING FILLS THE AIR, ON ANOTHER LOVELY SUMMER'S AFTERNOON...

SUN'S OUT GUNS OUT DRAW OR DIE AS THE HEAT BEATS DOWN FROM THE CLEAR BLUE SKY AND THE QUICKEST TRIGGER WILL SURVIVE THE DAY, COS WHEN THAT CORNER'S ALL YOU'VE GOT CAN'T WASTE NO TIME ON WARNING SHOTS DEFEND THE BLOCK OR PERISH IN THE FRAY...

I RIDE BY STREET SIGNS EMBLAZONED WITH THE NAMES OF DEAD PRESIDENTS, THOUGH THEY NEVER SET FOOT AND NO THEY NEVER WERE A DENIZEN, EMPTY SHELLS ON THE GROUND BEING CATALOGED AS EVIDENCE, JUST ANOTHER FOOTNOTE ON THE NEWS AT TEN...AND A YOUNGER BROTHER COMES OF AGE, HE'S LEARNED WELL HOW THE GAME IS PLAYED, AND WITH MISPLACED RAGE AND A TWENTY GAUGE, THIS VICIOUS CYCLE CAN BEGIN AGAIN...

SUN'S OUT GUNS OUT DRAW OR DIE AS THE HEAT BEATS DOWN FROM THE CLEAR BLUE SKY AND THE QUICKEST TRIGGER WILL SURVIVE THE DAY, COS WHEN THAT CORNER'S ALL YOU'VE GOT CAN'T WASTE NO TIME ON WARNING SHOTS DEFEND THE BLOCK OR PERISH IN THE FRAY...

I RIDE BY BIRDS AS THEY CHIRP IN THE TREES, AND I CAN FEEL THE OCEAN BREEZE, AND ANOTHER GENERATION BLEEDS, WE NEED A LITTLE MORE EFFORT DOWN HERE, THAN JUST PEACE SIGNS PAINTED ON THE WALLS OF THE TENEMENTS...

SUN'S OUT GUNS OUT DRAW OR DIE AS THE HEAT BEATS DOWN FROM THE CLEAR BLUE SKY AND THE QUICKEST TRIGGER WILL SURVIVE THE DAY, COS WHEN THAT CORNER'S ALL YOU'VE GOT CAN'T WASTE NO TIME ON WARNING SHOTS DEFEND THE BLOCK OR PERISH IN THE FRAY.
Track Name: Parallels
ON THESE STREETS FORGOTTEN SOULS COME BURROWING THROUGH DAYLIGHT, START AGAIN, THESE TRAGEDIES UNFOLDING, WHAT BEGAN AS QUESTS FOR BETTERMENT, INVISIBLE TO NAKED EYES, COULD YOU OR I HAVE FALLEN TOO, THE LIES WE TELL OURSELVES, AND FAILING PROMISES TO FOLLOW THROUGH...

CARDBOARD CARTON TUMBLES OVER, HUMAN CONTENTS SPILL OUT ON THE GROUND, NO ONE CHECKS FOR A PULSE, FOR FEAR OF WHAT TO DO IF ONE IS FOUND, A SIDEWAYS GLANCE, A TWINGE OF GUILT, SOON DISAPPEARS, HE MADE HIS BED, DRUNK, STRUNG OUT, SICK, BUT IN YOUR EYES I SEE THAT HE'S ALREADY DEAD...

RETRACT THE HANDS THAT FEED, IGNORED, DISTAINED, SHUNNED AND DENIED, FOR FEAR OF GNASHING TEETH, WE WALK AWAY TO LIVE OUR LIVES, DREAD THE REFLECTION YOU MIGHT SEE, AND PARALLELS THAT YOU MIGHT FIND, THE WEAKEST LINK DESTROYING WHAT REMAINS, THESE CHAINS OF HUMANKIND...

LOST CHILDREN SPANGING BY THE STATION, LINED UP OUTSIDE MISSION WALLS, A FLEETING THOUGHT TO MAKE A CHANGE, BUT SALARIED POSITIONS CALL, A DIRTY JOB, AND BETTER LEFT TO STRONGER HEARTS THAN YOURS AND MINE, A FUTURE EULOGY, “I'M SORRY, I JUST COULDN'T FIND THE TIME”...

RETRACT THE HANDS THAT FEED, IGNORED, DISTAINED, SHUNNED AND DENIED, FOR FEAR OF GNASHING TEETH, WE WALK AWAY TO LIVE OUR LIVES, DREAD THE REFLECTION YOU MIGHT SEE, AND PARALLELS THAT YOU MIGHT FIND, THE WEAKEST LINK DESTROYING WHAT REMAINS, THESE CHAINS OF HUMANKIND...

DOWNTOWN LIGHTS IGNITING PASSIONS, BOUGHT AND SOLD FOR COLD HARD CASH, AND CASUALTIES ARE LEFT BEHIND, WHILE WE DRIVE HOME, LOCK DOORS IN WARMER CLIMES, I DON'T KNOW HER STORY, AND PERHAPS I NEVER WILL, SHE'S JUST A FACE UNDER A STREETLIGHT, LOCKING EYES WITH MINE SHE TAKES THAT BITTER PILL...

RETRACT THE HANDS THAT FEED, IGNORED, DISTAINED, SHUNNED AND DENIED, FOR FEAR OF GNASHING TEETH, WE WALK AWAY TO LIVE OUR LIVES, DREAD THE REFLECTION YOU MIGHT SEE, AND PARALLELS THAT YOU MIGHT FIND, THE WEAKEST LINK DESTROYING WHAT REMAINS, THESE CHAINS OF HUMANKIND.