Distress From The Milky Way

by Baby Copperhead

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Territory Punk Records

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released 01 March 2013

Baby Copperhead- vocals, banjo, baritone guitar, baritone banjo, synthesizers, electronics
Brent Arnold- cello
David Berger- drums

Produced by Baby Copperhead
Recorded by Mike Tarantino, Justin Colletti, Bill Bowen, Baby Copperhead
Mixed by Mike Tarantino
Mastered by Carl Saff
Artwork by Michi Itou
Text & Liner notes by Brian Zegeer

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Track Name: Howl
temper rising
it could unfold
destruction
boiling high moon
they're on the prowl
for blood
hunger lurking
one bite will change
our D.N.A.
human form
surrender
into a beast

soon our shape will shift
and all our hairs will lift

oh, we'll carry on
oh, we'll pass it on
oh, they'll hear us howl

some say silver
bullets will break
the spell
one man tried it
now he is gone
but the wolf lived
more beast, less man
guarding the fog
they're howling

soon our shape will shift
and all our hairs will lift

oh, we'll carry on
oh, we'll pass it on
oh, they'll hear us howl
Track Name: Machine Lady
lone star roller
E.S.P
now I found her
and she found me

vast Lorane
I can't complain
cuz her brain
got the voodoo aim

oh lay combo
voodoo mambo
she's my brianchild
my machine

a sidewinder
art of steel
her propeller
ignites my wheel

vast Lorane
I can't complain
cuz her brain
got the voodoo aim

oh lay combo
voodoo mambo
she's my brainchild
my machine

circuit lady
from t.v.
her high speed gravy
belongs to me

vast Lorane
I can't complain
cuz her brain
got the voodoo aim

oh lay combo
voodoo mambo
she's my brainchild
my machine
Track Name: Old Crow
the creek reflects the movement of old crow
within each fractured layer lives his glow

oh, he is feeding
quiet and unbound
freed from the day
gone, long gone

the crowd has brought the rhythm of old crow
and the heart that pounds the nail into the bone

oh, they are screaming
loud and unsung
freed from the day
gone, long gone

dark wings protect the flame
when the iris bends the string
and pulls sight through blind sun
and unwind
the length
til the end
gone, long gone

the path that links the telling of old crow
and the gift of fire that marks his death and glow

oh, he is dreaming
quiet and unbound
freed from the day
gone, long gone

dark wings protect the flame
when the iris bends the string
and pulls sight through blind sun
and unwind
the length
til the end
gone, long gone
Track Name: Leaves Of Grass
all of their sphinxes have flooded
wearing their cloaks and conforming

branded by marks and then poisoned
left out to dry in the black hills

where the vultures clawed their eyes

spike through the wit of your candor
and language that's safe has been quilted

clarity lost in the masses
caricatures in false romances

and the blame it stays the same

symmetry binds the charge
and currents spark in the streets

when all that's lost remains
and the movements reveal their names

and the leaves of grass on the empty scene

the riddle has always been painted
grand army flags on the war horse

taking and never quite giving
caught in their lies to contain you

in the lands they call our home

symmetry binds the charge
and currents spark in the streets

when all that's lost remains
and the movements reveal their names

and the leaves of grass on the empty scene
and the leaves of grass on the empty scene