NOW AVAILABLE: Limited retro-futurist edition 8-track of Stone Deep's "Nashville" available via bandcamp. Manufactured in multiple 1970s colors by KTS Production (www.ktsprod.com) — in custard, ecru, cherry, dark gray, etc. — and features a cover illustration by Nashville's own Brie Spielmann (@briespiel). The cartridge features five tracks plus a bonus track "Whatcha Say". A total of 20 copies where made. DM for more info or additional photos.
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Faces of Death considers existential angst, the looming inevitability of death, and the impulse to push so against death that you become death it=. The track begins with a sounding church bell, then Hayes and Cartwright alternate verses – each doubled (whispering and shouting). As always Kelly Butler's lean bass lines are low on note count and high on gravitas. The chorus and bridge feature electrical discharge sounds worthy of being on an Alan Lamb's field recording.
lyrics
Face the face of death. Yeah that’s a thought
It’s something in the back of your mind you fought
Why you have to go? Why ask why?
If you die, you just die, you just die
Will it be my brother man yeah, I wonder
Will then skies be dark and will there be thunder
It could be a gun, or a knife, or a cardiac
It could be your best friend that stabs you in them back
It could be Clinton or Saddam with another war
Its kind a fucked up, but you can’t ignore
You could even die at the hands of a maniac
Imma face it proud, Imma face it black
chorus
Face the face of death. Are you ready to?
Face the face of death. Death’s in your face
Face the face of death. R.I.P.
Cause I’m the face of death
Don’t trip, cause Imma flip the coin
From heads to tails and let the knowledge be born
First album we said that crime don’t pay
But even in the merry, merry month of May
My homies get their caps peeled everyday
Fallen victim to a drive by around the way
Sometimes I pack a pistol and sometimes I pack a fist full
Run, run, you can hear the bullets whistle
Not for long cause my aim is true
You try to jack me? Well I jack you
The shoes on the other foot, your life’s kaput
You’re not a gangsta. You’re reading too many books
chorus
You kill my mother, you kill my brother
Each day you live, you live to kill another
He was cold beggin for his very last breath
Let him go!
Fuck that, I’m the face of death
Many, many faces of death. Take your pick
Done by drugs or getting blown to bits
Jacked in the back of a South Bronx alley
Gaffed by the police in them streets of killer Cali
Well, I don’t really know what to say
If you test me and press me, it’ll make my day
Yo, Yo, you gotta know if you don’t flow slow
Oh… death blow.
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