The Damn Ol' Bones

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"Stoner with a twist of outlaw country. Sort of like Volbeat tries to be but underground, raw and realer to me." Andy K.

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released March 18, 2013

Anton Pikalov — guitars, keyboard, vocals
Ilya Melnik — bass guitar
Vladimir Barvinsky — drums

Guests:
Roman Khomutski — guitars, special effects
Roman Zastrozhin — harp
Andrey Karpiy — electric piano
Max Radev — backing vocals

All tracks were written and arranged by The Damn Ol’ Bones in 2010-2011, lyrics by Anton Pikalov. Laid on tape in Lipetsk during the cold Russian winter and some of the warmer times in the spring of 2012. Drums and bass recorded at Bunker underground studios. Guitars and vocals were done on VKTL Records. Recorded and engineered by Roman Khomutski and Alexander Shmelev. Touches of brilliance, mixing and mastering were executed by Roman Khomutski and Anton Pikalov during the rest of the year of 2012 and January-February, 2013. Art-direction by Roman Khomutski. Design, drawings and layout by Irina Agafonova. The CD was published internationally with the help of the Label With No Name And Logo from Moscow, Russia in March, 2013.

the band: thedamnolbones.bandcamp.com
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[addicted label] Москва, Russian Federation

Addicted label without name and logo support all types of psychedelic music, formed in Moscow in 2011

tags: frogressive, stoner, doom, sludge, psych, experimental, jazz, punk, hard rock, noise rock, avant, ambient, improv, hip hop, post rock\metal, powerviolence, funk, electronic, nevermind

founders: Oleg Dynya, Ivan Bredolog & Anton Kitaev

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Track Name: Tease, Strive, Kill, Kiss, Laugh, Die
Oh baby, I’m going craze about you
Can’t sleep, can’t eat, don’t feel anything
But lust, but hunger, but pulse, but famine
Feed me, burn me, drown, but let me in

Tease, strive, kill, kiss, laugh, die
You’re mean, you’re sublime

Leave me alone these endless nights
Never know where you are and where you’re going
Who’s your victim this time, who you’ll crucify?
Who’s next one to feed you hunger?

Tease, strive, kill, kiss, laugh, die
You’re mean, you’re sublime

solo

Most fucking pretty, most goddamn’ smart
I don’t care, keep your stone made heart
I feel fine, who did tell you I’m done?
Now gone, next one!
Track Name: Try Me
C’mon baby, try me out
If you want to know who I am
Because I’m going to defy it
My patience’s going to end

Yeah I’m going to deny it
Better make up your mind
I’m so close to stop worrying about
And leave all this shit behind

Mmm, I’m gonna leave you
Nothing pleases you
Gonna leave you
Yeah

Stop fucking my brains up
Slow down don’t make me run
Ooh ground beneath goes round
My blood’s boiling, I’m shutting down

C’mon baby, try me out
If you want to know who I am
Because I’m going to defy it
My patience’s going to end

Mmm, I’m gonna leave you
Nothing pleases you
Gonna leave you
Yeah

I’ll leave you alone
Or I’ll shot you down

Bang! This one’s for you
Bang! This one’s for me
Track Name: No More Than a Disease
Doesn’t feel sorry, she doesn’t regret
That she’s not able to love
She doesn’t know what she misses
And she will never know

She’s not the only one for someone
And that is fine for her
Cause she knows that tomorrow night
She won’t be alone

Tomorrow night she won’t be alone

No excuse, taking shoes and leave
No use to stop, don’t call, don’t be naive
Love is no more than a disease
Break loose, she feels released
Love is no more than a disease
Don’t be naive

Going out to a party every night
Chill, drink, smoke
Hundreds of new friends every day
Are not friends at all

Looking cool doing what she wants
All night long
She doesn’t know how to give, no
So roll baby roll

Roll baby roll all night long

Chorus

She seems so honest being insincere
Like playing an easy game
She doesn’t care, she doesn’t mind
No, no, don’t tell me your name

She says: I love the life, it pays me back
I burn it to the end
Another love, another drink
Welcome into my game, yeah

Come here honey, let’s play my game

Chorus
Track Name: Mistake
I think I still love you
And I’ll never stop to
Feel like I’m doing
My worst mistake

We’re on different levels
But you can’t lift me up
On two different poles
I don’t want to pull you down

Don’t let me make
My worst mistake
Don’t let me make
My worst mistake
My love
My love
Ooh let me make my worst mistake

One touch, one look
Meant more than words
And I know I will never
Find no one like you

Everything I have ruined
But please give me a promise
We will never regret
All these wonderful years

Chorus
Track Name: Let's Start It Again
Step back again, you stay away
Did I finally make you feel my pain?
Don’t be afraid I won’t hurt you
Sit down and listen what I’ll tell you

If you start, you can’t stop, you go to limits
I do the same, what a shame, we’re even
I’m gasoline and you are fire
By starting over we go higher and higher and higher

Hey, you stay away
No feelings – no regret, no pain
You better stop, it’s not a game
Step back and let’s start it again

I can tell you it won’t do any good
By fighting each other no one will be understood
Right or wrong, does it make any sense?
At last neither of us feels any difference

We set the fire that will burn us to ashes
No words needed, leaving dots and dashes
Love equals hate, how could we refrain
Now step back, let’s start all over again

Chorus
Track Name: Piece of Me
You see the guys with the faces of stone
In their eyes there’s no single concern
Your own fear is making you smother
Why all the people don’t love one another?

I’m really trying to love and respect
All those forms of lives, but I can’t
When someone’s making my life even harder
I can’t stop thinking of killing him, brother

That’s what you feel when you’re looking at her
You have no pulse, no guts anymore

Hey, you wanna piece of me
Take it
D’you wanna piece of me, d’you wanna piece of me
Come here n’ take it

You wanna piece of me
Here, take it
D’you wanna piece of me
Come here n’ take it, come on take it

You’re watching political shit on TV
They want you to join the silent society
Your empty belly is killing you, buddy
While all those fuckers are making oil money

She’s gonna treat you just the same way
Suck your lifeblood out, leave in pain
You say: “What I have is more than money,
If you don’t see it I’m giving up, honey

You understand your words going nowhere
She disappeared like a smoke in the air

You wanna piece of me
Take it
D’you wanna piece of me, d’you wanna piece of me
Come here n’ take it

She wants a piece of meat
She takes it
They wanna piece of meat
They come n’ take it, come n’ take it
Track Name: She's a Valkyrie
She looks sixteen
She’s a Valkyrie
Sits in front of me
In a subway train

Red hair
Blue skies
Skinny puppy
With that look in her eyes
…you know

Ooh I’m gonna get that babe
Ooh Gonna get her
Ooh I know she was made
Ooh-ah to love me

Some fat jerk
Standing near
Staring up at her
Like into mirror

I don’t care
Never mind
She’s so sweet
She will be mine

Ooh I’m gonna get that babe
Ooh Gonna get her
Ooh I know she was made
Ooh-ah for love
Track Name: I Don't Believe You
You love me not
I can feel that
By the things you do
I can see it
You’re playing role
Oh stop it
Taking out my heart
Here keep it

All your love has gone
Don’t pretend it’s not true
What’s dead is dead what’s done is done
I don’t believe you

Girl I give up to wait for you
I’m not a masochist, but still love you
Friends say I’m a fool
Well, I feel alive, I don’t care

Say you didn’t want
To hurt me
Say you didn’t think
To fell in love with me
Then how can you
Now leave me
I won’t beg you to stay
I forgive you
Track Name: Like a Bullet
Like a bullet
She's deadly
Uncontrolled
And ugly
She's so pretty
Breathtaking
Yet so cool
So haughty

She's the queen
Of all living
She's taking
She's giving
She's a hurricane
A monster
You can love her
Like a roller-coaster

You want her calm
Well, she is
Not a solution
But the problem
You want her stay
But she will go
She ain't disco
She's rock n roll

You better run
If you can
It ain't fun
You can't stand
As she's a bullet
Yes, she's deadly
And you'll be down
And out

You want her
She knows it
Track Name: Burn Motherfucker
I hate your stupid songs - every line's a pretentious lie
She loves him, but he doesn't love her and it's raining
And the guitar gently weeps
Love, flowers, post-cards, gifts
I'm sick and tired of all this
I'm sick and tired of all those
Burn motherfucking hicks!

When did you punch someone in his fucking face?
Your stupid smile, wet eyes and kindness makes me sick
Mister feel good when you're high,
Om mani padme hum
I'm sick and tired of all this
I'm sick and tired of all those
Burn motherfucking hippies!

Haircut, ipad, you're sucha talented artist
You're a fucking clown in these colorful sneakers
Stay online, facebook sectary
Smartass youngster
I'm sick and tired of all this
I'm sick and tired of all those
Burn motherfucking geeks!
Track Name: Run Gunner
After the shadows gone left of your shoulder
After horizon's done, melted and smoldered
Under the ashes fall you know world's over
He hides and waits till dawn keeps heads lower

He shoots first then asks questions
No one could ever know his intentions
Always one bullet kept, eyes wide open
Midst of nowhere he trapped and almost broken

Under the black sun
Run gunner run, run
Under the black sun
Run gunner run, run

He cares for no one, no one is left here
Last of the mankind on the last frontier
All that he loved's gone, nothing to fear
Nothing to live for he disappears

Chorus
Track Name: Straight Story
not lyrics, just the story (Russian text)
Про него ходили разные слухи, а так как жил он не в самом благополучном районе города, все они были подернуты завесой тайны и немного зловещи. Иногда ему приписывались даже мистические качества, что-то вроде заклинания змей и шаманства, из-за непередаваемой смеси кислых запахов, часто доносящихся из его лачуги. Но в целом он слыл этаким угрюмым ублюдком, которого нормальные люди обходят стороной.

Одна из распространенных версий говорила, что ногу он потерял в пьяной разборке в каком-то захолустном баре, откуда он сам дополз, истекая кровью, до ближайшей больницы. Другие рассказывали, что это результат ранения во Вьетнаме, чему подтверждение его пес, который якобы достался ему в наследство от погибшего друга. На самом же деле ее пришлось отнять, после того как случайный выстрел раздробил обе его берцовые кости, во время чистки любимого Smith and Wesson 500. Что касается пса, тот прибился к нему на улице, видимо почувствовав родственную душу. По всему было видно что он так же любил свободу и мог не появляться неделями, возвращаясь как ни в чем не бывало.

Этим вечером громкий смех, визги и дерьмовая псевдо-музыка, идущие от дома по соседству, не давали старику Догги Боуну наслаждаться приятным временем за стаканчиком виски.

— Бог свидетель, я не хотел этого, — процедил Догги сквозь оставшиеся зубы, вырастая в проеме соседской двери. Юные жертвы индустрии развлечения пятились от вида рычащего, оскаленного его боевого соратника Бонни Бульдога.

Несколько минут и выбитых зубов спустя, он поднимался на свою веранду, сжимая в руке новую добытую порцию любимого пойла.

— Эй, детка, смотри что я принес.

Его вечеринка только начиналась.

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