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Dissenter

by Slade and the Wasters

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1.
It’s time we pulled it together Gotta take control of destiny. And it all starts with you, whom long for the truth. The song of the youth.
2.
C.K.T. 03:20
So you think that you can dick me over, Set me down, get the best of me? Effrontery so profound… You had the gall to implicate me. I won’t take the fall, you can’t make me. You’ll never take me! You’ve got it all wrong, I’m not the one. You’ve got it all wrong. Hands up and lie face down! Instead I run, and that was it for me. They fired off ten rounds… Four to the arm and twice to the head, Cuff me in the street after I’m fuckin’ dead… He’s fuckin’ dead!
3.
Go 01:46
My worry stone fell off the shelf, It got so alone that it broke itself. Steppin’ out, get up and go… Don’t waste your time with, Obsequiously pining so. You moan and groan about your wealth, Your chaperon for mental health. You’re burnin’ out, get up and go… Don’t waste your prime, no. Too fastuous to let it go. I will get up and go, What better time to? At best, you must reprieve. You’ll achieve, just believe. Or you’ll never know, you never will. Just go, Let go. Grow
4.
Balk & React 02:01
A populous that’s betrayed, Is a populous unafraid, To deal you the fatal blow, To dissent, and to renegade. And I could’ve guessed it all along, You haven’t a shred of a sense of wrong. The only question I want to know; If you don’t give in, how many men will have to die? Dissenters have stormed the gates, For your refusal to abdicate. They’re done with the status quo, Rebel and retaliate. And I could’ve guessed it all along, You haven’t a shred of a sense of wrong. Out of the question to let you go, The whole world’s tuned-in to watch you die! You never meant any harm, Yeah right!
5.
The days are numbered, Can't carry the weight... Decay, disease and hunger, Now is this our fate? Tell me! The strange and the unknown, Are now our mundane. And with the cover blown, We've no one to blame and nowhere to turn. Caught red-handed, met face-to-face. Bad day. Reprimanded, put in your place. Repay! Front page above the fold, You can kiss your campaign... You'll never be extolled, And you've no one to blame and nowhere to turn. There's no excuse, Does it amuse them? Their latest ruse, How dare we accuse them.
6.
Price to Pay 02:35
All this weight on your shoulders is surely dragging you down. We’re already gaining the ground we need to recover. We’re running out of time to waste, ‘cause soon you’ll know… There’s a price to pay for taking us over, We’re not so vain to think it’s all over, Sacrifice and pain; we’re starting it over, Bombs away! There’s no use running and hiding, We’ve given your scent to the hounds and they’re on the way. There’s nowhere around to take cover. It’s one thing that you have to face, and now you know… There’s a price to pay for fuckin' us over, We’re not so vain to think it’s all over, Sacrifice and pain, we’re starting it over, Bring the pain!
7.
Epistle 03:01
Drove to Fort Desoto to get away, Not a soul was there, a cold day in January. The ripping wind, I watched the tide come in, Lost in my teenage worries, searching for sanctuary. Eighteen years old, confused and lonely, Tunnel vision, masquerades as open eyes. ‘Til shit becomes so pigeonholed that you percolate, Seep through the other side… But I’m not quite the same, since those days, When my convictions were ill-formed and vain. I think of all those days we used to drive around in circles, Blastin’ Jimi, Bob, or Bradley, getting stoned out of our minds. Across the ‘Burg and back, then up and down the beaches, No need for destinations, just along for the ride. So much has changed, since those days. And now I’m leaving. Don’t think I can stay, I’m sorry… Thirty years old, vexed and angry, Double vision, masquerades as open eyes. ‘Til shit becomes so pigeonholed that you percolate, Seep through the other side…

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released January 7, 2017

Produced by: Slade and the Wasters
Recorded Jul/Aug 2016
Sound Engineer: Dan Byers
at Rock Garden Recording, St. Petersburg, FL
Mastered by: Daniel Charles
at Sonic Pharmacy Studios, Houston, TX
T. Slade - vocals/guitar, Milo - bass, A-Train - drums
Artwork: Tommy Slade
All songs written by: Tommy Slade
All songs arranged by: Slade and the Wasters
© 2016 BurntOut Records

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