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by Gung



Recorded/Mixed by Ian Bryn @ Audiobarn in Long Island, New York.
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering.

Music by Gung.
Lyrics by Ryan Richarsdon.

© 2012 Gung


released August 23, 2012

Ryan Richardson - Vocals/Guitars
Tom Broucksou - Telebass
Jay Crawford - Drums/Percussion

Additional vocals by Ian Bryn.


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Ryan Richardson New York, New York

I picked up the guitar as a kid and have been making a mess ever since.

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Track Name: Skins, Feathers, Furs
The walls fell down. The mirrors broke. The smoke has cleared. He starts to choke. The mask is off. His face is shown. The clown is gone. His cover blown.

He is naked. He is scared. He can't take it. He is unprepared.

His skin is shedding. He's featherbedding. His fur's all wet and he's at a dead end.

He is dead on the inside. He's inside out. On the outside he is upside down. On the downside things are looking up but his brightside's darker than his luck.

He is naked. He is scared. He can't take it. He will not be spared. He won't make it. He doesn't care. He is happy to be here.

Here I am (I am here) I am here (Here I am) Right here (Right now) Right now (Right here) I got nowhere to go (I got somewhere to go)
Track Name: From Owls To Athens
I'm a rattlesnake just making conversation. For fuck's sake I talk myself to death. I'm a little king just taking things for granted. For fuck's sake I plead myself the fifth. I'm a tattletale just telling lies to strangers. For fuck's sake this is not a gift.

Sing us a song. Play us a game.
Bring us along. We'll do the same.

I'm not interested.
It's not interesting.
I'm not listening.
I don't hear thing.
I'm not listening anymore.
I'm ignoring you.
I'm not interesting anymore.
Track Name: Stabbacker
I'm taking bets, shaking hands, nodding heads. An audience to plot against. I'm making plans. I wear the pants with no legs to stand on. Shoes too big to fit my soul in. Who's the man now I'm wondering? I'm an underling. Undermining's just my thing. Screwing over is how I roll. Doing nothing but dig this hole. Lo and behold I'm out of control. Go and be held responsible.
Track Name: Bouleversement
A taste of blood. A smell of fear is all it takes to disappear. You wear the crown. You bear the cross. You face the crowd 'cuz you're the boss. They'll lift you up and take you down. They'll drag your body through the town. A head will roll tonight. A head will roll alright.

I'm running out of time.
I'm a dime a dozen or six under.