shortLives

shortLives

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We're here for a good time, not a long time. No gimmicks. What you see is what you get; five regular guys making music they enjoy playing.

For Fans of: Every Time I Die, Dead and Divine, Gallows

Biography

Started in May 2012, vocalist Chris McKirdy and bassist Sacha MacGregor got together and started writing songs what would become the basis of shortLives; simple, heavy songs with a rock n' roll twist. Recruiting guitarist Phil Thibault a few months later, and the addition of Josh Deschamps and Davis Fyke, shortLives became a reality. There's no gimmicks. What you see is what you get; five regular guys making music they enjoy playing.

Only a few months in, and a few shows under their belts, the band quickly garnered attention from crowds with their musicianship and ability take the stage into their own hands.

"We're here for a good time, not a long time"

For Fans of: Every Time I Die, Dead and Divine, Gallows

Lyrics

Rattlesnake

Written By: Chris McKirdy

I am a man
I am a fucking martyr
my life's a mess of cigarettes and gin
my goal is Texas
and I am the fucking sheriff
she is my mistress
I been passing out for days

they're claiming name and stakes on my deathbed
they're claiming every fucking thing I've said

she is a rattlesnake
she put here poison in me
she is my mistress
she's coursing through my veins
but I am a man
I am a fucking martyr
I am a demon who's seemingly secure

they're claiming name and stakes on my deathbed
they're claiming every fucking thing I've said
I'm building up my rep and nothings getting in my way

we are disgraced
(one hell of a fucking nightmare)
we are disgraced

now I'm waiting for answers
while the devil's inside my brain
she left me for dead
inside the back alley
brace your heart
brace your heart
inside my house

she is a rattlesnake
she is a rattlesnake
she is a rattlesnake
she is a rattlesnake

Executioner

Written By: Chris McKirdy

I won't be saved from the armory of hell in my way
I can't explain all the hate in my life without breathing a goddamn lie
I hate my face behind the scent of whiskey and faith
and when the moon arises I wait to become a werewolf with blood on my fangs

but when the feeling kicks in
I'll hide inside the place of sin
but I can feel it crawling and tearing the flesh from inside of my skin

My name is Death
I feed upon the fear of man
I don't regret a thing I said or even
Black Plague, Black Plague

I won't give up, there's a lingering of sex and drugs
I won't retain a fucking sense of love or know how I could ever give it up
I hide my face behind the scent of whiskey and faith
and when the moon arises I wait to become a werewolf with blood on my fangs

but when the feeling kicks in
I'll hide inside the place of sin
but I can feel it crawling and tearing the flesh from inside of my skin

and when that feeling kicks in
I'll hear the fucking horsemen ride in
now everyone will know who I am
Black Plague
Black Plague
Black Plague
Black Plague

I won't be saved from the armory of hell in my way
I can't explain all the hate in my life without breathing a goddamn lie
I hate my face behind the scent of whiskey and faith
and when the moon arises I wait to become a werewolf with blood on my fangs

Youngbloods

Written By: Chris McKirdy

How do we find our own way?

I've been expected to live without sin
among these cynical stages
God only knows of the places I've been
in touch with a desperate call, I am sick of these faces
parading over the space between all the hell that I've seen in your eyes

If I could brace myself in two and become something I'm not

It's inside of the light
and break the habit of lust inside our own eyes
the patience of wandering whores in relation of love
I've been impatient and wasted all along
I never thought I would throw another bone in the pile
I'll put my habits on hold for awhile.

I'ts the end of our lives
the choirs claiming in
this was our loss
still I'm embedded in the sultry hand of sin
till I find my own way
I'll never be the same
in the end it seems we're supposed to be
until the drugs are kicking in

we are here for a letdown and the false acquisition of hope

It's inside of the light
and break the habit of lust inside our own eyes
the patience of wandering whores in relation of love
I've been impatient and wasted all along
I never thought I would throw another bone in the pile
I'll put my habits on hold for awhile

we are not alone

I'ts the end of our lives
the choirs claiming in
this was our loss
still I'm embedded in the sultry hand of sin
till I find my own way
I'll never be the same
in the end it seems we're supposed to be
until the drugs are kicking in

I'ts the end of our lives
the choirs claiming in
this was our loss
still I'm embedded in the sultry hand of sin
till I find my own way
I'll never be the same
in the end it seems we're supposed to be
until the drugs are kicking in

Discography

TBA

Set List

Breakfast Epiphanies
Executioner
Dead Poets Sobriety
Rattlesnake
(Cover)
Redeemer
Jason Takes Manhattan
Cremation of Care