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Red Desert

by Silverchild

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    Artwork by Vic Jepson
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1.
Got my Firebird revving down an open lane Wheels ‘a’ burning engine’s aflame Forged from demon steel changing into five I sold my soul when I rode this hell drive Mustang from fiery hell and I can’t control the heat Firebird Revver, Demon Child Firebird Revver, Demon Child Monster under the hood no need for gasoline Metal riot sparks burning deep Devil made me ride its hot as hell inside Making deals with Satan himself Mustang from fiery hell and I cant control the heat Firebird Revver , Demon Child Firebird Revver, Demon Child Hear the engine howling like a black hellcat Blood on the bonnet oil ridden spat Turn the voodoo key and bust some poison fumes Down the highway kicking up dunes Mustang from fiery hell and I can’t control the heat Firebird Revver, Demon Child Firebird Revver, Demon Child Firebird Revver, Demon Child Demon Child
2.
Black Cat 04:04
His Hair was so black he made a raven look white Like a darkchild he only came out at night He walks the shadows cos he likes what he knows Where he leaves his scent my temptation grows Ooh I got to find me my black cat man Ooh I got to find me my black cat man Eyes of steel grey staring out in the night There and gone again by the dawning of light Eyes on some easy prey and he likes what he sees He walks up to me and I’m down on my knees Ooh I got to find me my black cat man Ooh I got to find me my black cat man Primal urges on a dark lonely night I surrender I give up the fight Its cold and dark out I don’t know where to go Two steps behind me someone follows me home Ooh I got to find me my black cat man Ooh I got to find me my black cat man Now its me sticking to the shadowy night I’m watching others by the pale moonlight Hello little girl her stumbling way home And now its my time for hunting alone Ooh I got to find me my black cat man Ooh I got to find me my black cat man
3.
Red Desert 07:01
Stranger comes by on the red desert sand Saying that he knows and he owns this land He don’t give a name and I don’t ask why Heaven knows where he’s from A Ghost seeing pill in the palm of my hand Said it’s the dead man’s cure from the medicine man Heatwaves a’blazin’ and the sun is red Time goes by when the demons fed I shoulda listened to my momma all the way back home Don’t spend a penny on a bone A Ghost seeing pill in the palm of my hand Said it’s the dead man’s cure from the medicine man A Ghost seeing pill in the palm of my hand Said it’s the dead man’s cure from the medicine man The sinner in me took me way out back With a bad dirty deal on the desert track And there’s big old horns resting on his head The devil’s colour sure is red In the end I got the apple but the core was bad It must have been the taste that the maggot had And a lesson lived is a sentence served Now I’m doing time in hell A Ghost seeing pill in the palm of my hand Said it’s the dead man’s cure from the medicine man A Ghost seeing pill in the palm of my hand Said it’s the dead man’s cure from the medicine man The sinner in me took me way out back With a bad dirty deal on the desert track And there’s big old horns resting on his head The devil’s colour sure is red Monkey gone did what monkey shouldn’t have Now I’m paying for the soul I got The more ground I tread the more I see The soul sipping demon in me A Ghost seeing pill in the palm of my hand Said it’s the dead man’s cure from the medicine man A Ghost seeing pill in the palm of my hand Said it’s the dead man’s cure from the medicine man The sinner in me took me way out back With a bad dirty deal on the desert track And there’s big old horns resting on his head The devil’s colour sure is red The sinner in me took me way out back With a bad dirty deal on the desert track And there’s big old horns resting on his head The devil’s colour sure is red
4.
Bite down, don’t point the blame, with a junkie jukebox the rhythm comes out the same Let Loose, don’t hold on tight, cos the groove won’t move if you don’t invite the night Swing your feet, like you swing the blade, and do an all night trippin, big time gripping on the catwalk take your place Record spinnin’ jukebox hittin’ heat, floor is treadin’ soles of a thousand feet Everyone shakin’ getting’ down to the beat, Jukebox Junkie Scream out, until you bleed, there’s a fiery freak in you that needs to feed Buckle up, and outride the scene, just go with the flow to the midnight lowride theme Bend back, until you bend the wheel, and we’re moonshine drinking, no time thinking in the hound house take your place Record spinnin’ jukebox hittin’ heat, floor is treadin’ soles of a thousand feet Hips are snakin’ getting’ down to the beat, Jukebox Junkie Dive low, til you hit the deep, step down to the gun and shoot before you leap Strike out, hit like you sting, you’re a ragin’ blazin’ down and dirty thing Grip fast, until you break the bone, an do an all round smoking, double tokin’ in the hot den take your place Record spinnin’ jukbox hittin’ heat, floor is treadin’ soles of a thousand feet The whole joints bakin’ getting’ down to the beat, Jukebox Junkie
5.
Dictator 05:59
Every day I bring myself to wake, all work no play make the pay I’m sick and tired of all these rules, of what to wear and what to say I’m no pushover I ain’t nobodies slave, I won’t lie down and take the pain I ain’t no fool and I don’t think you’re cool , I won’t work for you another day I ain’t a number anymore, my hands are tired my feet are sore This time I’m doing something for myself, you’re a cold hearted leader outta hell The Dictator, Dictator of the first world The Dictator, Dictator of the first world On the dole just to sell your soul, they make you out to be lie And you believe that you will never leave, enough to make a grown man cry You wage a war, they label you as poor, you’re just a normal working guy If we had wings they’d tie us to the ground , until we pay a license to the sky I ain’t a number anymore, my hands are tired my feet are sore This time I’m doing something for myself, you’re a cold hearted leader outta hell The Dictator, Dictator of the first world The Dictator, Dictator of the first world I’ve had enough let me call your bluff, I wont be shackled anymore I’ll break the rules and leave all of you fools, break these chains away from the floor Somebody sold me and nobody told me, unleash my wings and take to flight And they will stare as I ascend up there, trailing golden fire in the sky I ain’t a number anymore, my hands are tired my feet are sore This time I’m doing something for myself, you’re a cold hearted leader outta hell The Dictator, Dictator of the first world The Dictator, Dictator of the first world I ain’t a number anymore, my hands are tired my feet are sore This time I’m doing something for myself, you’re a cold hearted leader outta hell

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Recorded at Crank Music
Mastered at Cro's Nest
Graphic Design by studioloose.co.uk
Illustration by Vic Jepson

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released November 12, 2016

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Silverchild Stoke On Trent, UK

Silverchild are a well established Hard Rock band from Stoke-on Trent. Mainly influenced by the Hard Rock legends of the 70s, they combine catchy riffs, punchy vocals and a heavy groove to create a sound that is uniquely anchored in both the past and the present.The band are constantly gigging and to date have supported the likes of Orange Goblin, Mars Red Sky and Karma to Burn. ... more

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