Ghost Town Rockers

by Stray Bullets

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    releases 07 October 2014

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1.
Knife For The Pusherman
2.
New Prisons
3.
03:49
4.
Keeps Me Down
5.
Sirens
6.
Parallels
7.
Public Enemy #1
8.
Chicago Gallows
9.
Pro Patria Mori
10.
Walls Come Crumbling
11.
Campesino Blood
12.
Ghost Town Rockers
13.
Rocketship

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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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releases 07 October 2014

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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.