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Yukon Terror Story
04:48
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Yukon Territory the land where bears outnumber people
Yukon Territory a wolf pack silently surrounds you
Yukon Territory mosquitoes will certainly eat you
Yukon Territory coyote follows you everywhere you go
Dark clouds amassing along the northern skies
Here comes old man winter and his -45
Cabin fever setting, you don’t know what to do
Every night your at the bar you drink a lot of brew
Minus 40, -50, -65
Aurora borealis magic right before your eyes
Wolverines and bears will kill – no you’re no their first choice
When you hear the wolves howlin’ then you’ve heard our voice
Yukon Territory the land where bears outnumber people
Yukon Territory you could swear that you just heard a raven talking to you
Yukon Territory the newest member the Yukon is the mountain puma
Yukon Territory if you think the beasts are bad then just go in the forest
Here comes summer endless summer, sunshine all night long
If you want you’re liver to last then don’t live here to long
Every time you look to the sky, all you see a big black flies – keep on swinging keep on swatting; they keep on drawing blood.
Forest fires, forest fires will keep those tourists movin’
If it weren’t for the smoke in my eyes nothing would keep me from groovin’
Having a good time, having a good time ya that’s the life for me
Living in the Yukon is a terror story
Yukon Territory – the only reason we are here is because of a golden fever
Yukon Territory – the land of Klondike gold and glory.
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When I first came to, I couldn’t open my eyes.
Yet I could feel the truth, of what was kept inside.
When I first came to, I felt so blind.
Inside these lies was the truth in disguise.
Well I know how you got there. And I know why you’re so scared
Because I know how it felt, to rely on its comfort
Well I’ve been there before, left wanting more
To go on just forget. It degrades like the rest.
Now that I can see, it all seemed so weak
A collage of thoughts that hurt – still you take comfort
What were we looking for, what did we find
For mending to occur, you must simply clear your mind
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Eternity
03:54
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Eternity is the price you pay for selling your soul the other day
In the fires of hells damnation, you burn for domination
Fledglings of evil; young ones drenched in blood
Newborn to darkness; malevolent runt
Morbid visions, dreams of chaos, apocalyptic evils séance, bad religion Says you would not want it any other way.
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Crossroads
06:51
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Standing at the crossroads again
But I do not know if she is my friend
Standing there with a blood red pen
And a big old piece of parchment
Standing at the crossroads again
And I know he’s not my friend
Holding a blood red pen
And a big old piece of parchment
And a line at the bottom where my name was meant
Sign with your blood for me. Sign with your blood for me
Selling your soul you see; now you belong to me
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Wrong Turn to Fuctown
03:19
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Why has it taken so long for us to realize where we went wrong?
We over used, over consumed
Decisions based on money – we’re bound to lose
Our natural gifts and resources
Over exploited guilty pleasures that we will miss
Enviro-cause, without a cost
Replenish the diminished or we’re at a loss
Faced with the facts, we have to act
There’s better ways of living then dead on our backs
So why do we keep going on, destroying our own lives? At this rate we’ll all be gone
Why laugh and dance? Let’s march and chant
You’ll shit your pants when you find out that was our chance
Eco-restraints are looking faint
It will end so fast no one will hear there own complaints
We’re insatiable, and gullible
This style of life is by no means sustainable
Look at the facts we have to act
There’s better ways of living then dead on our backs
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Slaughter the Sheep
03:01
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Slaughter the sheep; or just turn the cheek
But how can you deny the pungent taste of blood
Licking your chops, fresh from the chopping block
Then think about how every one was in on it
Now we’ve come to take you down
And we’re not going to stop until we tear the flesh from the bone
Forget the hesitation to moral obligations
What goes around just comes around to take you down
So you better watch your back, or we’ll stop you in your tracks
The wool has now been pulled
Now we’ve come to take you down
And we’re not going to stop until we tear the flesh from the bone
And drag your broken corps through hell
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Evil Seed
04:37
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She wore red, and led me to her bed
I had never struck a chord designed to burn the Lord
We did our deed; my evil seed
Raised him as my own; the one bound for the thrown
Oh no… Oh no!
And I can’t forgive you, but I won’t disown you
The touch she brought, a curse in thought
No harm would ever come, to but his mom
I soon realized the fire in his eyes
This demon child of mine would enslave all humankind
Oh no… Oh no!
And I can’t forgive you, but I won’t disown you
And I can’t, but I won’t, so I shan’t condone you
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Fun Until Someone Loses
05:37
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Tonight it’s sexy. Tonight it’s love
C’mon let’s dance now baby. We’ll bring it down from above.
We’ll try so hard to never forget you. You’re in our hearts, and for that we thank you.
We want more now. Now we want more.
Our eyes had been closed for so long, but what for.
Don’t try to say that we didn’t warn you. Look at the stains of blood before you.
We gave it our best that must be worth something.
Play ‘til death; play ‘til there’s nothing.
Play ‘til there’s blood and death. Play ‘til there’s nothing left.
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± standard deviation Whitehorse, Yukon
Gun & a Shovel Records
Gisli Balzer
Denis Lacroix
Josh Tremblay
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