American Sugar

American Sugar

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American Sugar is an eclectic influence of styles. Brother Bobby's thick guitar tones of the seventies blend well with Miss Sugar's unique style of classical training mixed with the Tampa Death Metal Scene. Sir Nhoj brings influence of the Progressive Funk sounds from his youth in the Philippines.

Biography

American Sugar performed their very first show on July 13, 2007 at The Thirsty Hippo in Hattiesburg, MS. The band was formed by Bro. Bobby and Miss Sugar who then sought out the other members for the band. At the time of the first show, the drummer was an old friend, Bobby Blackledge, and the bassist was Gary Williams. In September of that year, Gary Williams moved to drums and Derek Davis became the new bassist for the band. However, after scheduling conflicts arose, Derek was replaced on bass by Terry Laurent. In January of 2008, following a mental breakdown, Gary quit the band and severed all contact. Luckily, the very next month, Bro. Bobby answered an ad for a drummer and found Sir Nhoj. Sir Nhoj quickly became an essential element in the American Sugar sound. The band began to experience some success as they made their way through venue after venue in the surrounding area while simultaneously recording an album in a home studio created by Bro. Bobby. In May of 2008, the band signed a record contract with local South City Records who would master the album and reproduce it for sale. A month after signing the contract, Terry Laurent decided to quit the music life for good, and once again, Bro Bobby and Miss Sugar found themselves with a new line up change. The current members of American Sugar are Bro. Bobby, Miss Sugar Sir Nhoj and Reverend Hayes.
The American Sugar sound is an eclectic influence of styles. Brother Bobby is influenced by the classic rock sounds and the thick guitar tones of the seventies, early eighties punk, and the nineties grunge rock. Miss Sugar's very unique style arose from years of performing gospel in church, classical training during her college years and some influence from the Tampa Death Metal scene. Sir Nhoj is heavily influenced by the Progressive Rock, Funk and Acid Jazz sounds from his youth in the Philippines. Odd time signatures and tempo changes with catchy melodies and harmonies are essential to the sound of the band.
American Sugar's lyrical content deals with the problems in American society both politically and culturally. The message that the band hopes to promote includes exposing hypocrisy within the political parties, the media and organized religion.

Lyrics

They Don't Care

Written By: American Sugar

Do I look like another person you have known?
Did she promise you heaven but take you to hell?
Do the walls around you seem to be coming down?
Have you traded your freedom for a worthless crown?
They don't care what you want
They don't care what you need
They don't care what you see
They just want you to drown
They don't care who you are
They don't care who you love
They don't care if you're free
They will all bring you down
Can you make a promise to remember the names?
Will your thoughts erase them as the smoke and dust clears?
If you can change your condition to preserve the affair
Then we'll all be higher for the weapons you share
They don't care what you want
They don't care what you need
They don't care what you see
They just want you to drown
They don't care who you are
They don't care who you love
They don't care if you're free
They will all bring you down
Does she look like another person you have known?
Will she grow to forgive the promises that you broke?
Breed your hate and resistance in your highest pursuit
Spear the dripping honey cover your rotten fruit.

What Do You Take Me For

Written By: American Sugar

You've got the answer a pill that's after
mother's milk through a telephone
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
Take the ransom, inhale the sound
of a heartbeat that's not your own
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
you don't know what I've been through
but you're gonna find that you're gonna lose
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
with your thigh high skirt and high heels on
don't you think that you might be wrong
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
decency for ecstasy
disgrace in the face of authority
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
you'll find out what I've been through
you can't save me from what is true
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
why is your wonder collapsing the notion
that I could be something you're not
while your devotion reeks of emotion
leeching off me parasite
so I'll erase you I'll eradicate you
the buzzing in my ears must stop
join the collective pathetic rejected
clutching at nothing I'm lost.
I told you. I would not. I won't break to pieces
I told you. I could not. I won't break to pieces.
You've got the answer a pill that's after
mother's milk through a telephone
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
Take the ransom, inhale the sound
of a heartbeat that's not your own
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
you don't know what I've been through
but you're gonna find that you're gonna lose
what do you take me for
what do you take me for
what do you take me for

Bloodstained

Written By: American Sugar

I killed your god now it's too late
There's nothing left to desecrate
this faith disease will make you blind
fall on your knees, get Left Behind

See the devil that's making me
I have become a deity
bloodstained bloodstained I gotta get bloodstained
I don't know why and I can't explain
bloodstained bloodstained I gotta get bloodstained
it's all about being locked in chains

lost in a desert with a dried-up well
I got a renegade soul that's pierced with nails
it's an image that I must portray
the tired and weak are now my prey

see the devil that's making me
I have become a deity
bloodstained bloodstained I gotta get bloodstained
I don't know why and I can't explain
bloodstained bloodstained I gotta get bloodstained
it's all about being locked in chains
see the devil that's taken me
I have become a deity

reach out and I'll take your hand
I'll lead you to the promise land
brand me with generosity
it keeps you blind to Hypocrisy

see the devil that's making me
I have become a deity
bloodstained bloodstained I gotta get bloodstained
I don't know why and I can't explain
bloodstained bloodstained I gotta get bloodstained
it's all about being locked in chains

Steven Green

Written By: American Sugar

Have you seen Mr. Green?
He's G.I. Tough he's a mean machine
Make mama proud and your country too
They will always protect you
God bless the freedom that you spread
God bless the bullet in her head
Fill the world with you liberty and dread
When you sleep do you dream of the dead?
Have you seen Mr. Green?
King of the world and he's full of steam
the bullets fly he doesn't have a clue
they will always protect you
God bless the freedom that you spread
God bless the bullet in her head
Fill the world with you liberty and dread
When you sleep do you dream of the dead?
You'll never have to answer
just pull the trigger kill her
only her beating heart here
there are no drums of war near
her body gives you power
her innocence devour
you'll never have to answer
just pull the trigger kill her
Have you seen Mr. Green?
he kills for freedom
climb up the ladder, they will hide the truth
the fog of war hides a bloody view.
God bless the freedom that you spread
God bless the bullet in her head
Fill the world with you liberty and dread
When you sleep do you dream of the dead?

Cry For Your Country

Written By: American Sugar

Dust-filled eyes burn under skies
by amber waves of pain
Beacon fire lights up desire
to conquer and contain
No restraint the tide in motion
wakes the infidels
listen to the rising ocean, time to ring the bells
try to resurrect me
lies can set the world free
children are engaged by glass
somewhere the season waits
gold and verses of the class
could never conjugate
lets the bells ring let them suffer
let them fall away
liberty eternal weeping
freedom brought decay
deny your killing spree
cry for your country
corruption
addiction
malfunction
destruction
deception
distortion
corruption
addiction
malfunction
destruction
deception
abomination
cry for your country

Fat Head/Rush Limbaugh

Written By: American Sugar

You've got your jack boots on
You've got the people you own
You've got your radio play
You're the king of the air waves
You sit there on your throne
inside your comfort zone
You do just what you're told
Your lies are made of gold
Fat head fat head fucked up brain dead
sucked up lucked up government whore
fat head fat head dumb luck mind fuck
dead soul control government whore
You're deaf and blind and dumb
The drugs have made you numb
you think that you're a god
you're a partisan lightning rod
your story has its holes
your soul is bought and sold
you're a national hate machine
propaganda
Fat head fat head fucked up brain dead
sucked up lucked up government whore
fat head fat head dumb luck mind fuck
dead soul control government whore
You've got your jack boots on
You've got the people you own
You've got your radio play
You're the king of the air waves
You sit there on your throne
inside your comfort zone
You do just what you're told
Your lies are made of gold
Fat head fat head fucked up brain dead
sucked up lucked up government whore
fat head fat head dumb luck mind fuck
dead soul control government whore

Keep Marching On

Written By: American Sugar

Don't point that thing at me
you're on a spending spree
spending my cash on government trash
you pretend it's make-believe
keep marching on
keep marching on
you're never wrong
keep marching on
the hammer brought you down to your knees
talking heads all around words are cheap
you bought it then sold it embolden
back away don't disobey
keep marching on
keep marching on
you're never wrong
keep marching on
I know you know you need to be on my
I know you know you need to be on my side
keep marching on
keep marching on
you're never wrong
keep marching on
I know you know you need to be on my
I know you know you need to be on my side

Don't Let Jesus Come Down

Written By: American Sugar

I got fifteen dollars left to save this hell hole
you better give it on up before I said to let him go
I had everything you ever told me
I had everything until I let it go

Let Jesus come down....
you better let him go home
before he lets you go

I said don't let me go home tonight alone
gonna stand all open, the side, gonna lay on the road
gonna take you aside gonna fake it all the burned out cigarettes
gonna make it home to you

Don't let Jesus come down...
you better let him go home
before he lets you go

Don't let Jesus come down...
you better let him go home
before he lets you go

Discography

Debut Album: Dead Measures
http://www.last.fm/music/American+Sugar
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/americansugar
Also available on itunes

Set List

Typical set list would include all ten songs from our album plus 4 or 5 new or old originals. We usually include one or two covers per set. Songs that we have covered include: I wanna be your dog-Iggy Pop, Why don't we do it in the Road-The Beatles, Sugar on my Tongue-Talking Heads, Mr Mustache-Nirvana, War Machine-Kiss, Immigrant Song-Led Zeppelin. We like to choose covers from a wide array of genres and make them uniquely ours.