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Meant solely for those who've been spit on, shit on, and then handed an award or a cash apology by a politician, or some other bastard who probably never believed that a 'Democratic' government, or humanity for that matter, could even think of committing deeds such as these. Featuring another blistering guitar solo from Chris. |
CD: Up Through the Concrete
Label: Wounded Healer Music
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A dark look into trials of a wounded soul. The ending is an incestuous orgy of 5 organs and a razor-sharp slide guitar absorbed best aurally at full-throttle, maximum volume. |
CD: Up Through the Concrete
Label: Wounded Healer Music
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A love ballad penetrating to the point when the physical act of romantic love transcends into an intensity and enmeshment that nary a soul can withstand for an extended period of time. After your body is spent from the primal roar of the vocals, the piano launches in a downpour of fingers over your flesh into that feeling that only the skin knows in times of great emotional upheaval. |
CD: Up Through the Concrete
Label: Wounded Healer Music
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