Peasants of Posture

Peasants of Posture

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Here is music that simultaneously aims to please and scare the heck out of you. Much as the peasants of 19th Century Europe, Peasants Of Posture is prepared to wield battle-drawn swords and commence the musical revolution--or, more appropriately, a true "Counter Revolution"!!!

Biography

The Tampa Bay area's Peasants Of Posture is a seasoned band of musicians with an ethereal blend of talents. These industrial-doom rockers combine a penchant for hard-driving musical anomalies with cosmic lyrical prowess.
Peasants Of Posture intertwines the dark, foreboding imagery of grindcore, funkadelic, metal, rap, R & B, goth, and industrial to create a nomenclature of originality, pitchblending doom, and aggregate, nondescript swaddle.
The band's moniker is derivitive of two words which, when blended together, represent the oppressed who valiantly attempt to "posture" themselves atop conformity with the bourgois nobility.
The group is the quintessential industrial-strength rock grunge--the alluring existentialism of alternative and, most surprisingly, well-delivered swing of contemporary underground altruism. They blend old school riffs and harmonies with modern-day gristle and power. According to many devoted world-wide moguls who've already been exposed, Peasants Of Posture is the perfect blend of originality and creativity transcending all musical genres with the "right ingredients of morbidity, enlightenment, humor, and hardcore sustenance".

Lyrics

Lamb of God

Written By: Thomas E. Rasputin

Lamb of God you take away my soul…

I saw the Lamb of God and Man…
Digging through the dirt
Silver bells and cocker shells
And baggages of hurt

Have you seen the Lamb of God?
Dancing through the sheaves
Cast away with plastic gray
And Panic dreams of freeze
Lamb of God you take away my soul…

(Chorus)
Lamb of God you take away the sins of the world
I don’t mind the ship still rides
And takes us from this earth
Lamb of God you take away the sins of the world
Passion fire and your desire
Will make it down its worth
Lamb of God…

(Bridge)

Lamb of God you showed them
Lamb of God we wait
Lamb of God we find it odd
That Merciful is fate
Lamb of God so filled of vile and hate

Lamb of God beholden…
Lamb of God, Lamb of God

(Chorus)
Lamb of God you take away the sins of the world
I don’t mind the ship still rides
And takes us from this earth
Lamb of God you take away the sins of the world
Passion fire and your desire
Will make it down its worth

Lamb of God…

Lamb of God
Lamb of God

Kill the Vulcan

Written By: Thomas E. Rasputin

I accuse all the radical fools
And all your magpie thievery and radical tools

I accuse when the tin cup rules,
Ruffling the feathers of the suffering, here’s looking at you

I accuse when the wise men choose
All the folk-style babies in Bethlehem news

I accuse when the left foot fits the right shoe
I accuse I accuse

I’m a mystic, Have you missed it?
I’m the influential logical impossible existence
Energetic, Schizophrenic
Old enough to fit into a fable and defend it

I accuse the almighty on High
With a voice so loud even devils may cry
To another I choose when I’m singing your blues
I accuse I accuse

CHORUS: Kill the Vulcan
Kill the Vulcan Now!
Kill The Vulcan
Kill the Vulcan Now

Back to the Blood of the Bedlam…
Back to the Blood of the Bedlam…
Back to the Blood of the Bedlam…
Back to the Blood of the Bedlam…

Michael the murderer, murdering his wife
Man the dude lacked the courage but I saw the bloody knife

There’s Tammy she’s a whammy all her family has seen
Tripping LSD ever since she was a teen

Jellico Jones …skinny to the bone
He’s a character America can call if you’re alone

I’m accusing the accusers but the losers ain’t home
The accusers won’t leave me alone now...

BREAKDOWN:

Kill the Vulcan (Whisper)

I accuse when you whip and you scourge me
And all you demons who are screamin’ “Crucify Him” You disturb me
I accuse when the cock crows thrice
And the prosecutor washes all the bloodstains twice

I accuse the almighty on High
With a voice so loud all Devils may cry
I accuse when the Blood veils Dry (I accuse all the Virgins who cry)
And the Eight Weeping Women at the Skull Place sigh (On a skull path putting all the bloody veils dry)

I accuse when the Cold lake Dries
And the Earthquakes rumble and the tumbling die
Of the blood red suffering crucifix, I
I Accuse I accuse Now the Vulcan Must Die

I accuse when the dark cloud sky (Lake runs dry)
And the earthquake rumbles and the well runs dry (lakes run dry) (wellspring dries)
With the water and the wine my suffering divine (from my sword-thrust side)
“I accuse I accuse” Now the Vulcan must die…

Kill the Vulcan
Kill the Vulcan Now!
Kill The Vulcan
Kill the Vulcan Now

Touch the Sky

Written By: Peasants of Posture

I touch the Sky with a gleam in my eye
And as I touch the mountain of magic I find
No man can tell me the final solution
Is all but a memory and moment too kind

I touch the sky with a gleam in my eye
Comfortable something that makes my mouth dry
I hear the choir of Angels in fire
I brought desire so freedom will die…

Idle Hands …I touch the Sky
Idle Hands …I touch the sky
Idle Hands …I touch the sky
Idle Hands …I touch the sky

Watcha wanna do now?
Where you wanna be?
Where you wanna go now
Watcha you wanna see?
I don’t wanna go now?
I don’t wanna be?
Don’t you wanna show now?
I don’t wanna see!

I touch the sky with a gleam in your eye
I must desire the questions of “why”
I must endure … and if there’s a cure
Under the mountaintop water is pure

Aaaaaaah…. I touch the sky…
Aaaaaaah…. I touch the sky…
Aaaaaaah … I touch the sky…
Aaaaaaah … I touch the sky…

Watcha wanna do now? Where you wanna be?
Where you wanna go now?
Whatcha wanna see?

I don’t wanna go now?
Don’t you wanna see?
I don’t wanna know now?
Don’t you wanna be?

I touch the sky with a gleam in my eye
(And) I touch the side of the mountain with fire

Idle Hands I touch the Sky
Idle Hands I touch the sky
Idle Hands I touch the sky
Idle Hands I touch the sky

I touch the sky with a gleam in your eye
You touch the mountain with fire and die…

Idle Hands I touch the Sky
Idle Hands I touch the sky
Idle Hands I touch the sky
Idle Hands I touch the sky

God of War

Written By: Peasants of Posture

I can feel your hate
I can seal your fate
I can wait
I’m the God of War

I can agitate
I can be irate
No debate
I’m the god of war

Horsemen Four
On the bloody-trail floor
Saddle-up
With the God of War

Nuke nuke Core
When the death toll soars
I want more I’m the God of War

I can feel your pain
I can stake your claim,
I’m insane I’m the God of War

You can feel my wrath
When you taste my staff
Clear a path for the God of War

Black Death fire
With a brimstone wire
I’m desire
I’m the God of War

Nightmare creeps
With a wide-awake sleep
I ‘m in deep I’m the God of War

Nightmare creep
With a wide-awake sleep
Make me breathe
I’m the God of War

Sticks and stones
With a ticker tape foam
Comin’ home
I’m the God of War

Tomorrow Night

Written By: Peasants of Posture

Well I wake-up in the morning just to find another dime
So I put it in the jukebox radio for time
Red wine shakin’
Gotta start another rhyme
For Tomorrow Night

Well I look into the mirror and I see another face
But the back door neon with the category breaks
Back seat driver’s in my life I gotta wait
For Tomorrow Night

La La La La La La La La La

I don’t wanna cry ‘cos the pain I think describes
All the makeshift fabricated California lies
Life ambition starts to flash before my eyes
Like a well-trimmed water wheel working up surprise
Hey…let me verify your name
Hey…Much ado about the same
I don’t score but I always play the game
For Tomorrow Night
La La La La La La La

Well I wake-up in the morning just to find another lie
But the Juke Box radio is singing to me high
Back door’s playing just below the blackened sky
It’s tomorrow night, baby I’m a dragon not a fly
I wake-up in the morning and I can’t imagine why
With a left hand pressed against catastrophic thigh
Two-fist rally and I’m begging for a cry
It’s tomorrow night, baby…
I’m gonna stay awhile
Tomorrow Night
Tomorrow Night
Tomorrow Night

Discography

CD--CounterRevolution
CD--Welcome to Scovill Avenue

Set List

Foolin' at the World, Nobody's Son, Kill the Vulcan, I Touch the Sky, Back in USSR, CounterRevolution, Memory is Working, Lamb of God, Soldier of Fortune, Mad Dogs on the Loose