Gog and Magog

by The Troubles

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O, Take me back To yesteryear When sleep came so easily When lights could dim For a halo bright When someone was watching over me O, take me up In your embrace And very swiftly snap my neck Trade Second Death For First Estate Drain my blood and grind my bones And cast me out A naked speck May the mountains crumble over me May my body lay unclaimed 'Cause I'm ashamed I'm so ashamed May your chariots lose their fire May your angels be delayed 'Cause I'm afraid I'm sore afraid I'd dig the deepest, darkest pit and crawl inside, but it's in vain He knows my name He knows my name The locusts shriek so in my ears Yet no one wakes or even stirs They announce the coming Of a Thing that's carved its throne inside my chest In ancient tongues I ain't never heard May the mountains crumble over me May my body lay unclaimed 'Cause I'm ashamed I'm so ashamed May your chariots lose their fire May your angels be delayed 'Cause I'm afraid I'm sore afraid I'd dig the deepest, darkest pit and crawl inside, but it's in vain He knows my name He knows my name Ain't no place to run No place to hide In the desert wasteland Under blackened skies I can hear the roar Of the fiery flame He knows my name He knows my name
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I was born by a river Full of honey and milk I had wings like silk brocade And a diamond crown I had gall and I had guile I had a bar tab for miles But I was big for my britches So my Daddy ran me out of the town And he got a lot of names for what I become But, tonight, There ain't no word for what's gonna get done Bloody head Still unbowed Old Man, look at me now I'm a pusher and a peddler and purveyor Of the Earthly Delights Felt the shakes Felt the chills Every wind is blowing ill I was the Son of the Morning But now, I'm the Lord of the Night And my only woe is that my silver tongue Ain't got no word for the bad what's gonna get done I woke up On a Greyhound bus With a busted jaw and, like, 45 bucks My head was throbbing like never before My blood was dripping all over the floor Now I bring plague and pain and blight But something got the best of me last night I'm gonna die You're gonna die He's gonna die She's gonna die They're gonna die We're gonna die Yeah, we're all gonna die I got 99 problems, Bitches every one, But, tonight, There ain't no word for what's gonna get done

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released December 31, 2014

Personnel:

John-Ross Boyce - vocals, guitar
Ryan Moore - lead guitar, vocals
Angela Moore - violin, organ, vocals
David Self Newlin - drums
James Barlow - bass

Additional backing vocals by Randy Cordner

All songs by The Troubles
All lyrics by John-Ross Boyce
Artwork by Christian Degn Petersen

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Randy Cordner at Beast Mansion Studios

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The Troubles preach inebriation, perversion, and the Dionysian Frenzy to anyone who will listen.

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