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It Came From The Basement (lyrics by Jared Collins)
First it started from a spark from a bare amp cord,
Then The Joy Of Homeschooling spun out of control.
But the surge made the water heater boil and blow,
And then rock and roll became electrical.
Distorted timbres filled the air.
Electric pulses everywhere, fusing the riffs with blood and bone
And unleashed the beast , son.
Oh no, don’t answer the Epiphone.
If you hear it ringing you better run.
It will melt your face kid.
Terrifying licks.
Call the National Guard and send the tanks in.
Rock and roll apocalypse.
The beast is loose.
Laying waste with riffs.
Operator asked what the complaint is.
(Can you describe the creature?)
No time, we gotta run,
Just say it came from the basement.
Clawing Les Pauls, fangs crunching with Marshall bite.
Diode overload. Oh God, the horror!
Pentatonic terror
Be afraid , be very afraid.
Cranked to 11
Full gain so no one can hear you scream.
A rock and roll monster
Like Gozer spliced with Motorhead.
Choose your destroyer
Who will survive and what will be left go them?
Like Godzilla rising up from the deep
And letting loose atomic riffs!
My God, it’s melting faces with that Marshall bite.
Oh no, don’t answer the Epiphone
If you hear it ringing you better run.
It will melt your face!!
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The Joy Of Homeschooling (lyrics by Neil Fallon)
Vic Firth drumsticks, American hickory
There’s at least three by the boiler would you get one for me?
Sorry Pa, can’t get that for ya, I’m busy messing with the Philadelphia Electric Company.
Neighborhood wide, brown outs, yeah we caused it.
Should have bought a generator.
Citywide, blackout, yeah we call that homeschooling.
Sure fire method to keep the rodents away, self enrichment extra curricular activities.
Who’s that knocking on the front door? If it’s important she will stick around a little more.
Who’s that calling on the landline? Has no one told them that know is never a good time.
(Repeat Chorus)
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Across The Water (lyrics by Domagoj Simek)
One could be advised, don’t keep your family where you work,
Once you sanitize oh I guess it couldn’t hurt.
Millions of miles, each mile flavors the stench of the pile.
One could be advised don’t keep your family where you work.
Get me your recipe I’ll pass the idea,
Across the water its a pocket of time
…Better start cooking, that was the deal
Across the water its a pocket of time
All you cannibals be careful what you eat,
You know I wouldn’t mind but the menu is me.
Millions of miles, each mile flavors the stench of the pile.
One could be advised don’t keep your family where you work.
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Mascat (lyrics by Krissy Allen McPherson)
Skittles the mascot is holding it down.
Keeping Delco safe with a band of hounds.
Roaming halls while my dude Tyler’s in school.
Awww man those freaky hounds drool.
Shining claws laying in wait,
Crazy hounds just made a big mistake.
Quit your foolin’, before it’s done.
The Mascat is gonna put you on the run!
Big Frank and Little Lou coming around the corner,
Watch out boys, the Mascot tried to warn ya!
Dexter’s doing murders saving his skin,
He looks up to see that evil grin.
She ain’t fooling, stop those hounds….
I told you miss Ava, get your brother in line,
The Mascat can’t deal with fluffy Gemini jive.
Boodle’s in the kitchen acting ten feet tall,
Tighten up before she pulls her ninja paws
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Dirt School. (lyrics by Ben Jackson of HDC)
Dead end dirt road
Knife carve tree soul
Face what scares most
Heart full sorrow
Erased
The wires and walls around me
Perched on our soul
Sings without words
Earth becomes old
Now it is young
Waiting
Lies the land and laws of time
The light
Comes and goes with every night
Waiting
Lies the land and laws of time
The light
Comes and goes with every night
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From The Shadows (lyrics by Bob Mavity)
Hahahaha
I like it…..
Hold on just a moment, I think I’ve got something to say.
When I was a young and growing boy, I though I knew all the better ways.
It turned out I was oh so wrong, but you could never tell me any other way.
I stepped up into the fire, I dug my feet into the earth.
I let the embers burn my skin, I dug my feet into the dirt.
I grabbed hold with both my little dirty hands.
Won’t let it slip away of that you can depend.
Stepping from the shadows of giants, Oh I’m stepping from the shadows of giants.
I finally feel the warmth of rays upon my face. I finally feel the sun beating down on me.
I’m just stepping from the shadows.
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The Future Of Werewolvery
Steam is rising from the carcass, jaws clenched, fangs dripping bloody.
It was the wrong time . It was the wrong place. I guess Friday night bowling got done early.
A 269 might have spared your life. Dammit Steve, who goes jogging at this time of night?
So many places left unseen. So many people left unmet, but fate is the ficklest of mistresses.
One moment you’re strolling home from bowling, the next your colon deep in werewolf’s guts.
Is enough enough?
(Hungry is as hungry does) Be sure I’ll light a candle for you. (Hungry is as hungry does)
The next time I take a shit. I will. (Hungry is as hungry does) It is there least I could do for you my friend. (Hungry is as hungry does) The fresh snow is soft beneath my feet, and it magnifies the moonlight. It’s always so bright out here in the dark.
Them echoing howls, memories of that one that got away. Lord she was so fast. God bless the one’s who were able to escape, cause lord knows the one’s that didn’t haunt us to this day, so we sing. If we don’t go hunting then we don’t eat. If we don’t go hunting then we don’t eat. If we don’t go hunting then we don’t eat, but no matter how fresh, dead is dead.
Slow, the snow covers the carcass, jaws wide, and my blood is pumping. Always the wrong time. Always the wrong place and always outrunning nothing. I think iv’e been hoodwinked by instinct too long to believe I’m still hunting, and for the unknown to return as a ghost, so I guess I’ll keep on running. The future’s always sneaking up behind you, and it will find you when you run with wolves.
(Hungry is as hungry does) Be sure to light a candle for me. (Hungry is as hungry does) because I’m starving out here. (Hungry is as hungry does) I said Dammit Steve,
(Hungry is as hungry does) you should of just kept on bowling.
I guess I’ll just keep on running.
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All Ages Show (lyrics by Nate Bergman)
Well you can stamp my hand if you wanna
But it won’t temper my desire
I don’t care if the show is all ages
I’m gonna set that stage on fire
I wanna go, wanna go, I wanna go
To the All Ages Show. All Ages Show.
Well I don’t care if there’s no beer at the bar
A 2 soda sugar rush takes me pretty far
I saw the sign that said no stage diving
But I can’t contain myself when it fits in the timing
At the Electric Maid, 15 band bill
A sticky floor and blown PA, yeah that’s my thrill
So the lights go down and I take my place
If its 18 & up, that’s a disgrace
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422 (lyrics by Kevin Mcamara)
Some kinda sign, point me to the stop light
Dividing rods so I don’t have to ponder
The great spiraling question of my youth
We walk hand in hand onto the tarmac
Don’t look back!
Slowly we return to the center
We crawl from the wreckage
Bitter is the hindsight
I’m still doing alright
Can’t believe a street wise Jesus was wrong…
Drawn into believing my car is faster than yours
Every pothole owns a tire, every pink slip has a memory
I’m not your enemy, my car just kicks your ass!
422, 422, 422, blew off your shoes….
Between ’64 and ’71
Was something unknown
Covered up in a cosmic halo
Four-barrel carburetor
Four-speed manual transmission
422
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Gods Surround (lyrics by Erik Caplan of Thunderbird Divine)
Walk tall among these long shadows.
Not alone, we remain embattled.
Here I stand, a humble plan
And Gods, And Gods, And Gods yeah
God surrounds this man.
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Digital Animal (lyrics by Bill Jenkins)
You can’t tell by my glasses but I know Kung Fu
I’m a Digital Animal with a virtual point of view
I got cars, jet planes, my house will drive you insane
I got guitars stacked 10 miles high and they all plug into my brain
I’m a Digital Animal
Mom and Dad don’t understand
I’m a Digital Animal
I hold your world in the palm of my hand
People tell me the air will surely bring about my doom
That don’t matter much to me while I’m jamming in my room
I’m a Digital Animal
That’s right
You can’t tell by my size I got x-ray eyes
I’m a Digital Animal
Not a human in disguise
Well I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out
And I’ll clean my room by noon
I don’t need your brick and mortar
Just meet me on the zoom
Cyberspace
The Matrix
And Beyond
Listen to the algorithm
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Behemoth Ship (lyrics by Mike Dillon)
Behemoth Ship
Mississippi rolling
Around the bend
Heading out to sea
What’s the destination whale
The next port
This mighty giant
Has a place to be
The whales port side
The dolphins jump
We’re navigating
Via the stars
Majestic vessel
Spawn of the ancient mariners
Looking for the ore
Charter the island
Albatross under the hull
Ships on the horizon
The pirates kept at bay
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The Future Of Werewolvery 2 ( by Jared Collins)
Mother lode of silver linings inside a vein of pain
Get to mining. And that wolf’s still run-in inside
Got a first name basis but I’m still hiding
Cause the tug of that bestial rope I miss liking
I , throne Misan & lycan Aint never got no ounce of prevention
2 score looking for the cure, and still I’m hunting.
My nihilism has grown optimistic. Its not great but it’s progression
And all this feral philosophizing ain’t made me no wiser
But the hunger’s subsiding. Wolfsbane proved highly toxic
Getting him tame so he just needs watching
But don’t put them silver bullets away yet cause I can’t forget
No Steve’s dead.
The difference between a werewolf and an aware-wolf is probably self reflection.
Good thing I ain’t no coffin humping Nosferatu.
No wolf know peace, know wolf no peace
My problems are either getting bigger or closer.
Can’t out run the past looking over your shoulder.
Instinct still got me running and that hunger it still gets me hunting
But I stop to breathe now from time to time even though that’s when the
Revenants come out to haunt my mind. I suppose I’ll have to stop and face them one day
Hope they don’t still hate me but if they do suppose I’ll keep running forever
Guess that’s why they say there’s no rest for the wicked no.
They say tragedy plus time is comedy so I guess here’s to hoping I can run long enough
To reach a place we can all laugh. Can’t pretend I don’t owe them.
No wolf know peace, know wold no peace
My problems are either getting bigger or closer.
Just another beast.
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Father & Son Duo. 40 year age difference. All music written by Tyler Pomerantz at the age of 9 years old. Collaborations with artists across the world including Neil Fallon of Clutch.
released September 9, 2021
All music written by Tyler Pomerantz at 9 years old. Mixed and Mastered by Leonard Klaic of She Loves Pablo in Croatia. Also additional recordings and mixes by Adam Pomerantz, John Dolceamore, & Dave Ramani.