Red Desert

by Silverchild

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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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Track Name: Firebird Revver
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
Track Name: Black Cat
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
Track Name: Red Desert
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
Track Name: Jukebox Junkie
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
Track Name: Dictator
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