JED

JED

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Rock - Hard Rock | Seattle, Washington, United States
Total Song Plays: 119   
Member Since: 2006
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Song Description

Rituals , ceremonial, battle cry and prelude to war

Story Behind the Song

JED's vocalist writes all lyrics after music is composed

Lyrics

Muscle down, chomp the bit
Get to work spinning gold out of pig shit
Come unbound, have a spat
Never hurts sending dupes into combat
Scale the heights with meaty grapples
Shoot a gat, blowing heads off of apples
All my floods start with a trickle
Launch new wars with some runes and a sickle
Damn the parade then straddle the baracade
Laugh out loud as the list in the air of this devilry
Man the brigade then leap out from the palisade
I'm unfound in the mist
I am lost in the filligree
Make your own etiquitte
Excuse yourself, you offended toe lack-wit
Sold your spine to one of the cattle
Take back your nads and get ready for battle
I confess you're full of shite
Dim but loud, you're almost but not quite
Damn the parade then straddle the baracde
Laugh out loud as they list in the air of this devilry
Man the brigade then leap out from the palisade
I'm unfound in the mist
I am lost in the filligree
We are buried now in a barrow littered with need
Pilling all our rubbish into a heap
The world is not round, its nimbus has bottomed out
Its axis torn free, we plunge without form
We are rising out of the shallows out of our bounds
We gather in a ring of stones above ground
We harvest our trade like druids on stilts ablaze
And face the arch foe weilding banter like swords
Weilding banter
And so the prophets come to lead us into game
I like basking, I like basking on the brink
Evershines the human paramount theme
Search forward and godspeed
Show the bastards no mercy
Proove your pith your immense mien
Carve a path with your axe of barbarity
Damn the parade then straddle the barracade
Laugh out loud as they list in the air of this devilry
Man the brigade then leap out from the palisade
I'm unfound in the mist
I am lost in the filligree
Purge inward and drink mead
Belay the bauble of routine
Fill thy cups inudate thee
We that drink from this illicit out pouring

Song Length
4:44
Genres
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Alternative
Tempo / Feel
Multiple Tempos
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Mood
Distressed

Similar Artists
Sevendust, Tool
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Erik Heimann
Music Credits Mike Carr and JED
Producer Credits Brian Smith and Jack Endino
Publisher Credits Muggermann Music
Performance Credits Erik Heimann, Mike Carr, Chad Kunesh, Mike Henninger, Mike Peterson
Label Credits self released