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'Til Death

by The Murder

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1.
Streets of Boston (free) 02:59
I was born in the city of Boston Then put in foster care Got adopted, moved away For my developmental years No love lost for suburbia, Sprawling houses lawns and trees The streets, the streets Kept calling out to me Playing punk rock kickball at MIT Hangin’ out, drinkin’ beers with Satan & Brittonie Went to my first show at The Middle East Life changing moments: that was it for me These city streets; Are where we roam This grand old town; We call our home We’ll wander these dirty streets until the end of time These streets are where I wanna die I remember hanging at The Rat Right before they tore it down And how my heart sank in my chest As it crumbled to the ground Things will keep on changing Like the color of the leaves The streets, the streets, Keep calling out to me Some friends stay, some friends go Through the summer heat and the winter snow The counter-culture and history There’s no where else I’d rather be
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3.
Six Strings 03:03
On the day I turned 13 Dad gave me my first guitar On those lazy summer days I was king of the garage I met my best friends, we started a band; The rats in the basement were our only fans We learned hard lessons about life and love While I learned to play guitar Hey... This song’s for the kids that got something to say! If you’ve got the music and You’ve got something to say Pick up a mic, six strings or sticks Then go and find a place to play Your only limits are The ones that you create Music is the key to immortality; No one can ever take that away Ten long years, triumph and tears Will make you who you are It appears I overcame my fears Onstage in smokey bars Just a shy kid when it all began Life on the road made me a man If you've got six strings and the will to sing You can spread your message far Six Strings, Six Strings Held in my hand Gonna take my six strings, Gonna make a stand Six Strings, Six Strings, Held in my hand Who needs an army when you’ve got a band?
4.
Back in the lands of C L E The worst place I've ever seen I met a man, his name was Joe as he looked around he said "Boy you know, never trust the government, You never know how your money is spent" He swore to live till the day he died, But when the chips are down you can only cry Woah Here We Go Again!! Now I'm in the swamps of Bowling Green A pack of smokes and a bag o' green A place the natives thought was cursed if I stuck round there I would have left in a hearse. Now I'm in Allston Rock City I like to sit around and get shitty, I know to live till the day I die, But when the chips are down you can only cry
5.
On the streets of Kingston town The rude boys are at their best With sharp suits and pork pie hats Nobody gwaan come test The selector runs the dance The dubplates get no rest Needles cut through wax of Vinyl records freshly pressed Runnin' riddims all night long Selector, Rewind that song! Killing sounds without a gun Murder Sound is Number One! Rude girls in miniskirts wine on the dancehall floor When dutty girl drop leg She leaves the rudeboys wanting more The sound plays on right through the night Until the break of dawn If rude boy gets lucky then He’ll take the rude girl home
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Switchblade 03:09
I can feel it in my bones Electricity in the air The shit just might go down tonight and I've gotta be prepared Brass knuckles, bats and fisticuffs May make you feel tough I’m still reaching for my blade When I’m outnumbered on my turf CLICK CLICK; You turn your head Italian stiletto; A flash of red TICK TICK; Two seconds left Till you feel cold steel across your neck Murder’s just a numbers game and So is self-defense If you’re gonna jump my crew You gotta use some common sense Ten to three ain’t real good odds And this ain’t Vegas, son Pack it up and roll it out; Bitch, you’d better run Don't (Don't) walk the streets after dark Don't take that shortcut through the park You don't wanna hang on the hill Till you remember to pack your steel Throughout my youth I wanted to fight Unleash the fury every night But I grow wiser as I grow old; My advice to you: "Stay Gold!"

about

The title of The Murder’s sophomore album “‘Til Death” serves as a constant reminder that this band is in it for the long haul. The album delivers a collection of fist pumping, chant along tunes complete with solid hooks and flashy solos to a steadily growing audience.

Picking up where their debut album left off, the raucous punk rock ‘n’ roll style that The Murder have become known for shines through on the first single “Streets of Boston“. Paying tribute to the oft-missed Rathskellar and the mid-90’s Boston Punk Scene, the song evokes memories of good times past and years gone by.

After reminiscing about their roots, the band explores some of their more diverse influences, with a distinct rebel country influence shining through on “Better Watch Out“. As the record progresses, “Six Strings” brings back another flood of memories, of time spent in past bands, and promises to raise emotion in anyone who has ever picked up an instrument.

On Side B the band opens with the ska-punk jangle of “Here We Go Again“, while “Soundclash” takes things a step further, enlisting the vocal styling of Boston dancehall legend D!Arryval on a solid reggae tune.

Ending with the same intensity in which it began, the record ends with “Switchblade“, a hard hitting number recalling the rough and tumble world of S.E. Hilton.

credits

released April 20, 2010

Roach McKrackin (Guitar, Vocals)
Pat Gill (Guitar, Vocals)
Steve Brocone (Bass, Vocals)
Jack Snyder (Drums)

Produced By: Roach McKrackin
Co-Produced By: Jack Snyder

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