Lingua   

Fuck Your Fear

The Walkabouts
Lingua: Inglese


Ti può interessare anche...

C.R.A.B. (Cheney, Rumsfeld, Ashcroft & Bush)
(Todd Samusson)
Kalashnikov
(The Walkabouts)


(2005)
album: Acetylene
The Walkabouts – Acetylene (2005, CD)

A scathing, furious attack on the Bush government and its foreign policy, it opens up with 'Fuck Your Fear', a slow grinding barrage of distorted, hazy guitars and pounding, tolling-bell drums. Eckman and Torgerson's joint vocals describe a world teetering on the abyss in which the 60's hippy dream has long gone rotten ("Dead folksingers lie in state/Acolytes scrape off their plates/The message falls onto deaf ears") and death comes quickly and in abundance ("New gravediggers born each day").
Walkabouts - Acetylene review by John Clarkson
A rumble in my bones
A cold sting on my lips
The reckoning is almost here
Fuck your fear

New gravediggers born each day
Diggin' holes right where you lay
The reckoning is almost here
Fuck your fear

This don't seem like the end
It seems more like a bad beginning
Don't hesitate
Fuck your fear

Weakness coughs, then ricochets
Our boredom bleeds us wide awake
The reckoning is in the air
Fuck your fear

Dead folksingers lie in state
Acolytes scrape off their plates
The message falls onto deaf ears

4/9/2021 - 12:06



Pagina principale CCG

Segnalate eventuali errori nei testi o nei commenti a antiwarsongs@gmail.com




hosted by inventati.org