YOU GOTTA MOVE EP (2013)

 
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Produced by Nathan Wade & Scott Colburn

Engineered & Recorded by Scott Colburn
Mixed by Julian Martlew
Mastered at RFI by Ed Brooks

Words & Music by Nathan Wade
Except “You Gotta Move” (Fred McDowell, Rev. Gary Davis)
All songs arranged by Brian Alter, Sam Collins, and Nathan Wade

Brian Alter - drums, backing vocals
Sam Collins - electric & upright bass, keyboards, backing vocals
Nathan Wade - electric & acoustic guitars, lead & backing vocals


ALL MY FRIENDS (ARE GOING TO HELL)

All my friends are going to Hell
All my friends are going to Hell
They cast their souls down the wishing well
All my friends are going to…

Why can’t my friends be more like me?
Why can’t my friends be more like me?
Well, can the blind ever truly see?
Why can’t my friends be more like me?

(Oh, don’t bring me down…)

All my friends, when judgement comes
Will you know which way to run?
All my friends, the Godless ones
Never see how far they fell

Before they burn in Hell

All my friends are going to Hell
All my friends are going to Hell
It’s much too late to un-ring that bell
All my friends are going to Hell

RIFLE IN YOUR HANDS

They put a rifle in your hands
They put a rifle in mine
They wish us luck and push us out into the Butcher Zone

We see the mobs on the hillside
They got the hate in their eyes
They roll like thunder, come runnin’ down here on us
All night (All night)

We just do what we’re told to do
We pull the trigger
We open fire where they tell us to
We don’t like it ‘cuz we know how
this will end…

They put a rifle in your hands

They pin us down in a bone yard
You’ve got your back against mine
They keep on comin’ no matter how you put them down

You raise your voice up behind me
You say we’re not gonna die
I don’t believe you, but I just turn and say
It’s all right (It’s all right)

We just do what we’re told to do
We pull the trigger
We open fire where they tell us to
We don’t like it ‘cuz we know how
this will end
I said we don’t like it ‘cuz we know how
this will end…

They put a rifle in your hands

We just do what we’re told to do
We pull the trigger
We open fire where they tell us to
We don’t like it ‘cuz we know how
this will end
I said we don’t like it ‘cuz we know how
this will end…

They put a rifle in your hands

YOU GOTTA MOVE

lyrics by Fred McDowell & Rev. Gary Davis

DOWN AT SILVERDAM

Down at Silverdam,
Where the morning mist it slides it’s wrists
Through the evergreens

Rising light,
That pulls back the clouds on the valley down
Where you slipped away

It was softly cinematic / as the water pulled you down
Your face drawn so quietly tragic
As I watched you drown

Down at Silverdam,
Jagged peaks sit in cold relief
Of a starry night

Hangnail moon,
A reflection is cast on the lake of glass
Where your body remains

It was softly cinematic / as the water pulled you down
Your face drawn so quietly tragic
As I watched you drown

Does your soul still linger?
Does it find me in the night?
Will they ever find out what ever,
What ever happened to you?

Down at Silverdam,
Your spirit belongs to the dawn’s early song
That’s adrift in the breeze

Winding chain,
Bound to the stone where you’re drifting alone
With death’s angels

It was softly cinematic / as the water pulled you down
Your face drawn so quietly tragic
As I watched you drown

Does your soul still linger?
Does it find me in the night?
Will they ever find out what ever,
What ever happened to you?

SUICIDAL REVIVAL

Honey, honey you sleep too late
Well they came to town, Sunday they came to town
They raised a big red tent
They sang words so heaven sent

They say: “Up for grabs, this whole world is up for grabs.”
And they say: “Wait for you, some things they won’t wait for you.”
Don’t miss the morning shade
Join the masses on their holy crusade

It’s a suicidal revival
It’s the missing page from the Bible
It’s all the things in the night
I long to be

Well they took me in, you know they took me in
And change your mind, honey now change your mind
Then I’ll leave you to all of your sins,
Pass like a ghost in a cemetery wind

It’s a suicidal revival
It’s the missing page from the Bible
It’s all the things in the night
I long to be

Heavenly home, now I have a heavenly home
And missing you, honey I’m missing you
Well, the world of man did fall
And all my time comes to nothing at all

It’s a suicidal revival
It’s the missing page from the Bible
It’s all the things in the night
I long to be
Long to be