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Dead Moab

by Fyrce Muons

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1.
Crack 08:15
We’ll wait on time Send a patient rhyme Little late should cry Why don’t you be coming down down With a life With a reach of gates Halloween we’ll make When I hear you say you don’t know in the reach of days With a bitch of kind Strap it in your mind Well won’t you wait all life in hell said rare mind Well came all ties You told me lies Cross on the weeds Upon his anger and his wine Can abide my way Step on my fate Cross under bridges in the haze of days Kumbaya hate Kumbaya hate We’ll starve a man Is going to feel in a manger hate Real in mine away
2.
Dead 05:08
Walls that we read Stones that we throw Reeds that we wind Walls that we throw In nines, catching fire in nines In fives, catching fire in fives Cold winter dreams Bang on my drums Steal low so temperature Cold in my dreams
3.
Grace 05:39
In a wisdom In a shining of a beast of care Wrap around is something you don’t know and fear Taking cues from others who have never been there before either Dripping with sensitive stiletto beliefs on puffs of air Boiling royals from a Medieval treatise on death Sins of fathers, sins of mothers Converge upon the fangs as we look forward to what might be What has been What could happen Take yourself out of the loop my friends Take yourself there and let go Walk towards it Walk quickly Don’t look back It’s the symbol of grace No longer calling out his name you labor deeply Breathing shallow one minute Then gasping for life, unconscious the next Hands twitch and twist without reason and without ceremony Your feet are swollen and yellow with grace anticipation Will you be allowed entry or must you wait another cold night Will death come knocking now Or later unexpectedly it knock at the door What becomes What pretends What is What is not What is safe What is danger What is real What is not What is truth What is not What was now and then and ever more It’s the symbol of grace
4.
Indian 05:18
In a wisdom In a shining of a beast of care Wrap around is something you don’t know and fear Taking cues from others who have never been there before either Dripping with sensitive stiletto beliefs on puffs of air Boiling royals from a Medieval treatise on death Sins of fathers, sins of mothers Converge upon the fangs as we look forward to what might be What has been What could happen Take yourself out of the loop my friends Take yourself there and let go Walk towards it Walk quickly Don’t look back It’s the symbol of grace No longer calling out his name you labor deeply Breathing shallow one minute Then gasping for life, unconscious the next Hands twitch and twist without reason and without ceremony Your feet are swollen and yellow with grace anticipation Will you be allowed entry or must you wait another cold night Will death come knocking now Or later unexpectedly it knock at the door What becomes What pretends What is What is not What is safe What is danger What is real What is not What is truth What is not What was now and then and ever more It’s the symbol of grace
5.
Moab 03:05
You will go home You hear the harps and mandolins Your precious bones to rest among the dandelions You will see friends there with cloaks of white and time to spare You will go home At least that’s what I want for you You’re going home Your mortal life is over now under a stone An address in a parking lot you rest in box now With cloak of white and time to spare Your life is gone There is no one to comfort you
6.
Reeds 04:53
You will go home You hear the harps and mandolins Your precious bones to rest among the dandelions You will see friends there with cloaks of white and time to spare You will go home At least that’s what I want for you You’re going home Your mortal life is over now under a stone An address in a parking lot you rest in box now With cloak of white and time to spare Your life is gone There is no one to comfort you
7.
Sharp 06:33
Hail to you Gods on the day of reckoning Behold me I’ve come to you without sin Without guilt Without evil Without a witness against me Without one who I have wronged Pure of mouth Pure of hands Pure of feet Pure of guilt Life in window panes You will look at me My utterance is mighty I am more powerful than the ghosts May they have no power over me The world is always chaos but we pretend that it’s not Each one of you has created a sense of self That’s what the total does When we go to the desert it’s pure, not wall There you witness stupendous and incredible acts of power The deeper side of study occurs on your attention It is the pure power of death
8.
Splice 05:16
The night goes down Fields of clowns Seconds of snakes A field is around a misery season of holy rollers Fight the clowns A gesture of angels A torpor fought will step so slow A devil’s horns A packet of widows As earwigs claw into your brain It lays it’s eggs inside your skull The creep of death is on your door He raises his scythe You live no more The sins of being to testify The spreadsheet’s in For this you die
9.
Stones 03:41
Heaven scents all over Matter is gold Reach out and seek it Seek out the essence of pain Final of answers Final destination of grace Stones Find that you’re wanting peaceful alone Wait for the symbols Wait for the stones Dying is easy Dying is leaving alone Stones
10.
Thorns 07:35
Break my bones Break my fingers anytime Take me home Take my sinner’s twist as twine Save my skin Save it all around in time Take my soul Sin the lovely hour in time Catch all light Catch it like a firefly Beast of trying Kevlar is a serpentine Feast of doom Gnashing of a purpose feed Feast of light
11.
Wash 05:23
We’re leaving on another journey Forgiven all the things you did Misbehaving is not the only bad there But love will wash away your sins Wash away Peoples of the world rejoicing Can feel them not so far away Sharp thanks never broke a window Feel gone but never gone away Wash away

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Fyrce Muons tribute to the death of it's lead singer's mother

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released October 20, 2011

Produced by Michael McGee
Samyul Vaddyllac - vocals
Christian Verger - guitars
Monica Rhuhl - drums
T20 Iogami - keyboards

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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

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