Capers Simmons

Capers Simmons

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Rock - Modern | Charleston, South Carolina, United States
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Member Since: 2004
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Song Description

Dark, bluesy song with a modern beat in the vein of Everlast or Citizen Cope. Highly symbolic, Dylanesque lyrics with a male vocal. Woody, twangy guitar meshed with chilly synths and hip-hop beats.

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OH WOW!--what an exciting tune!--love it!--thanxs--joe.--pretty darn good tune!

    - NashvilleJoe

"When The Terrorists Win"
© 2011 Capers Simmons (ASCAP)

I believe that there are those who work for evil on this Earth
Who will not rest until we hurt each other worse in worship.
But there are those who won't give in, who will not let the Terrorist win
But they don't know who the Terrorist is: they serve him.

So when the saga turns to drama and all the baby mamas
Start screaming up to heaven for Jesus to do something.
And then he does, but it ain't what they prayed for
They shall bow to the image of the wild beast
They will sing it psalms of blasphemy
Enslave their souls and say they're free
To die.

When the terrorists win their final war
They shall reap their just reward:
Seven kings and one dead whore to share.
The beast was killed and walks again,
It speaks in tongues like a gentleman
It calls them all to worship him and then
That's when the terrorists win.

I believe that there are those who've sold their souls
And filled the holes with empty spaces in their stead.
But there are those who cashed it in,
To pay the toll to cross the bridge,
So they could go beyond the pit and see the end.

So when the system turns to shadows and all things you had go
Flying out the window like a bullet from a pistol.
Beat your swords and spears into the ground
And then bow to the treader of the iron bow
He rides on the weather, look out below,
Then all will see and all will know
His names.


In the year of our fear 2035, G.O.D. is a satellite.
Email her your prayers and a sucker to smite,
'Cause the only way to get to heaven is to die
In a heaving mass of burning ashes blown to the skies.
'Cause there's no such thing as an afterlife
For the people of the steeple of the speaker of lies.
When the satellite passes overhead
We'll say our prayers and press "Transcend"
Peace is the beginning of the end,
When the terrorists win.


Song Length
Blues - Modern, Country - Alternative
Tempo / Feel
Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Troubled, Gloomy

Subject Matter
War, Religion

Similar Artists
Gnarls Barkley, Everlast
2000 and later

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