"HIGH & RISIN" genre: Alternative General
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	Shooting for the stars,and never wanted to come down...Using to be used. Sending out a bad vibe. Stoner Rock Baby!
	CD: HOUSE OF THE DYIING SUN   Label: GOLAR WASH LABS Credits: LYRICS BY DEGE LEGG/MUSIC MY DEGE LEGG & SANTERIA
	Story Behind the Song Santeria - House of the Dying Sun (CD) "Listening to it is like gazing into a kaleidoscope of our world: the supernatural howl of fogged swamps and open fields, country-buzzing power lines, Bible Belt guilt trips, cotton mouth delusions of redemption, grand mal hallucinations, BBQ pit amplifiers, the bitter/sweet sad longings of persons trapped in small towns, forsaken and forgotten by the rest of the world. It's a concept record of sorts, I suppose, and the concept is "rock de la southern", minus all theConfederate clichés that seem to serve as convenient gimmicks for those who lack imagination. This is a picture of the New South; one that is fairly multi-cultural, somewhat sympathetic, dogged by ghosts of the past, filled with contradiction, and yet, still strangely proud. Don‚t know how else to describe it without sounding pretentious, so I'll quit here. We bankrolled this recording ourselves. It's done." -DEGE LEGG (SANTERIA) PRODUCED BY DOUBLE GRAMMY AWARD WINNER TONY DAIGLE. Lyrics HIGH & RISING Freed after 30 days in the Parish I’m locked down on some bullshit. Sleep all day, smoke like a train Burning in the searchlights. Come sing me to sleep So I can close me eyes, just dreaming. It’s happy hour at the suicide watch But I’m gonna climb the sky and see if… The lord above don’t like my kind. The devil wants a free ride. I’m Fucked up and hanging by a thin line And sending out a bad vibe. I’m a Gemini High and rising. Ride the highs in. (Ride the hyacinth) Rising. High and rising. Waltz a shadow down the street Then I’m heading up the road. Burning the oleander trees Up into the moonlight. Pigs ain’t got nothing on me Yet the clear blue sky is screaming. I ain’t going stag off lover’s leap. I’m gonna climb the sky and see if… The lord above don’t like my kind. The devil wants a free ride. (The Kubla Kahn’s just an alibi) I’m Fucked up and hanging by a thin line. And the truth is just a damn lie. I’m never coming Never coming Never coming down.

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