Phantanima

Phantanima

 Pawcatuck, Connecticut, USA
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Intense original songs played with kick ass musicianship, virtuoso shredder, psychedelic sound, 21st century prog

Biography

Like no other band; outrageous live performances in 8.2 surround. Emerson Lake & Palmer meets Pink Floyd meets Peter Gabriel meets Yngwie Malmsteen.

Lyrics

Billy McGuire

Written By: Kevin Nixon

My name is Billy McGuire,
I never heard of this fire,
There's just a few of my friends,
In the park, we're allowed I tell you,
We're not the one's,
Those aren't our knives or our guns,
Why don't you leave us alone, get away,
By ourselves we'd never do such a thing,
Not a bad one among us,
Or think such a thing,
There's someone you can trust,
Someone you can trust.

I'm captain Emery Carr,
You boy's just stay where you are,
I've had enough of your lies,
You were there, I despise the way that you carry on,
'Ya know if you were my son,
Why waste my time, lock 'em up,
Run 'em in, take the stuff,
How could you do such a thing?
You're the devil among us !
Or think such a thing?
There's no one you can trust !
No one you can trust !

How could you do such a thing?
Not a bad one among us !
Or think such a thing?
There's someone you can trust !
Someone you can trust !

One More Lie

Written By: Kevin Nixon

I wait here, uneasy, the world runs around without a prayer.

Fourteen friends and family went to sea,
I was late, they couldn't wait for me,
I found them all,
They took the fall,
I found them all.

Years have passed and time has masked the pain,
Suddenly hard memories again,
I found them all,
They took the fall,
I found them all,
Holding on for just one more lie.
One more lie.

I wait here, uneasy, the world runs around without a prayer.

Puppet Show

Written By: Kevin Nixon

I think I have to go,
Back to the puppet show,
Knife in hand, to the last man.

The only way to stay partners in crime,
Is to keep everybody's pockets lined,
With delusions.

All those pathetic outstretched hands,
Lost forever in the burning sands,
Of delusions.

How can you know which way to save man?
Who spoke to those who say that they can?
On the words of the wrong men,
Hang all the week.

A rusting pulpit nine feet high,
From this position most men lie,
For delusions.

The congregation arm in arm,
Locked together for the final psalm.

How can you know which way to save man?
Who spoke to those who say that they can?
On the words of the wrong men.

How can you know which way to save man?
Who spoke to those who say that they can?

Discography

Bombast, Phantanima Records, available on iTunes