GHOULTOWN
''LIFE AFTER SUNDOWN''
2008
42:54
1 - Cruel Winds Of Dusk 1:00
2 - Dead Outlaw 2:53
dead outlaw gunslinger stalkin thru the streets
if my neighbors all say I’m a mean-eyed freak
then that’s just what I’ll be
got skeletons in my backyard all hangin from the trees
my house is dark if you step inside
you might think it’s halloween
black guitar slingin dog at the front of the show
if I gotta hang by the neck just to get you off
then come on show me the rope
I ain’t afraid to spit in the wind
I always gotta do or die
you say I don’t fit your rock n roll
well funny thing, I never tried
chorus:
dead outlaw
born my mother’s only son
dead outlaw
always on the run
I don’t care what you say I gotta do
ain’t gonna change my ways to fit your rules
shoot ya straight from the black of my heart
shoot ya straight from the black of my heart
thirty four years and countin it's always been my way
I got a taste for darkness and I’ll let you know
that you ain't been the first to say
I got a strange way of spendin my time the way I wanna be
hangin round with the walkin dead
cuz the livin ain’t down with me
3 - Against A Crooked Sky 3:56
nightfall hit us hard and the darkness complete
we were ridin through the valley of death
we were three men strong from the town of Abilene
the smell of whiskey on our breath
the first man was a con who had cheated all his life
the second was a fiend of no repent
the third man was I who would murder for a price
a trio you could bet was devil sent
chorus:
we were bound for somewhere new
to steal more lives
riding on the midnight wind
against a crooked sky
as we rode on through, the moonlight crept above
nocturnal eyes watched all around
we never rested once, we had no time to waste
on the wings of greed we were bound
we laughed as we went, all the hell that we'd wrought
on all those who got in our way
not one hour before, we snuffed another life
the blood still fresh upon our blades
the wind came from the west, it whipped from side to side
a cloud of dust erupted to stop us in our tracks
for a moment we were blind from the grit in our eyes
but slowly it cleared as laughter filled the sky
and there before us stood a posse bathed in black
their steeds nothing more than rotted bone
their gaze was all afire and razor whips they cracked
to shred the skin upon our backs
one of them spoke with the gravel in his voice
[your reign of evil is done]
[you may ride a crooked sky but death does too]
[the blood on your hands is your own]
we were bound for somewhere new, condemned to ride
forever in the afterlife against a crooked sky
4 - Werewolves On Wheels 3:57
listen up baby
we got something you should know
there’s a riot in the streets
and you are in the show
just tighten up yer jaw
and thicken up yer hide
cuz these rebel outlaws
gonna show you how to ride!
1978 in the year of our lord
we is rebel trash you know
it was a time for feelin right
that’s when we come out to ride
the smell of blood be our guide
chorus:
let’s creepy crawl through broken jaws
roll them bones out on the lawn
show them all how it feels
to shake the urge we have to kill
we’ll show them all
ride
werewolves on wheels
round the pit
werewolves howl and sing
high on flesh suckin moonshine gasoline
fire our guns cuz we’re proud of bein thugs
there’s nothin like a fine-tuned machine
watch the leather on our backs
burnin down the road
we’re on the hunt for another overload
TNT like a stick of dynamite
who gives a damn if we come out alive
5 - I Spit In Your Grave 5:17
it’s night and the wind blows
it moves through the trees
sinister and haunting on its way as it creeps
I lie in this dark place
searching myself
for the strength I had before it all came down
chorus:
and maybe if you were smarter
you would’ve gotten farther
but now you can’t be saved
a sinner will be chosen
his bones will be broken
on this judgment day
I spit on your grave
I’m lost in this limbo
left here to die
in this tarnished veil of scarlet solitude
but nothing can stop me
from bringing my vengeance
down on the men who have done me wrong
it’s night and the graves moan
begging oh lord please forgive me
for what I must do tonight
so one man by one man
I deal retribution
in cruel deserved twist of fate
6 - Thunder Over El Paso 2:10
7 - Find A Good Horse 2:24
I heard this as I walked upon on the dusty street
everybody still spittin in my face
I scratched it on the back of another piece of leather
so I could remember what to say
if you give ‘em enough fire they'll burn themselves
if you give ‘em enough rope they'll hang
I remember what the wise man told me
don't ever be afraid to...
chorus:
find a good horse and ride to the end
and that's just what the hell I'm gonna do
take a chance with every breath
you ain't got nothin else to lose
a man's word is the blade of a knife
words carry weight it’s true
you can't go wrong when a good thing catches on
just take it from The News
if you give ‘em enough fire they'll burn themselves
if you give ‘em enough rope they'll hang
I remember what the wise man told me
don't ever be afraid to...
8 - Drink With The Living Dead 6:08
I was sittin in The Thirsty Devil, one sheet hung to the wind
when the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in
he moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye
I heard the spin of a rusty spur as he shook off the dreary night
he lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar
walked on up beside me, I knew he’d traveled far
in a voice as thick as mud he looked to the ‘keep and said…
“one shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend”
the patrons whispered hushed and low, they seemed to be afraid
as if a ghost had stood right up and walked out of its grave
his face was shallow and dirty, his skin like leather hide
sure he spoke like any man, but something wasn’t right
so I twisted on my stool, turned to him and said
“thank you sir, but just the same, I’m chasin worms instead”
he growled and shoved the drink my way, his eyes cold as death
“I pick the drinks, you knock ‘em back, else draw against my hand”
chorus:
when it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh
you better drink your drink and shut your mouth
if you draw against his hand, you can never win
go ahead… drink with the living dead
“who the hell do you think you are?” my patience growin thin
but swallow hard, I had to do, when the story he began
his lips curled back and words came forth starting up the tale
and every face inside that bar turned a shade of pale
“my name is Stanton Cree and I died three years before
I shot a man to steal his drink, at least that’s what they hung me for
now I’m cursed to walk the earth and challenge every night
a man to match me drink for drink or by the bullet die”
“now wait a minute, mister, no one makes me a fool”
I pushed the shot of whiskey back on over towards the ghoul
“I love a drink like any man but that’s a losin game
to drink or draw against the dead would only be insane”
Stanton Cree tipped his hat and laughed a wicked laugh
“you see, the lord cursed my soul for killin that poor man
there ain’t no choice so you must try to match me shot for shot
if you win, then you’ll go free and I can finally rot”
the barhop nodded slowly and I knew that I was screwed
if I chose to duel the dead then I would surely lose
so I took the glass and threw the shot into my throat
I would match him drink for drink, no matter if I choked
whiskey, tequila, vodka, rum or gin
ain’t no man that I can’t beat, be him live or dead
so into the morning I matched him ounce for ounce
til Stanton Cree fell over and a winner was announced
now he rests in his pine box and I still walk the streets
but I don’t forget the night when death had chosen me
there ain’t no fancy moral to go with this I fear
unless you aim to kill a man and drink down his last beer!
9 - London Dungeon 3:34
10 - Train To Nowhere 3:01
I’m on a train to nowhere
I’m on a new road of life
I’m restless and I’m thirsty
hangin on the edge of a knife
cuz all my dreams are over
I see shadows on the moon
bad luck is blowin with the whistle
rollin on down to my doom
flowers don’t wither in the springtime
lord it seems so unreal
I found myself standin over
her body lyin so still
I’m on a train to nowhere
I’m on a new path to hell
I’m cold and I’m tired
listening to her spirit wail
cuz I’m a man lost to sorrow
ridin this rail without rest
love can be so lonely
when it’s all that you have left
11 - Under The Phantom Moon 3:57
the high hawk knows where the rabbit goes
and the buzzard marks the kill
but few there be with eyes to see
the tall men riding still
we hark in vain on the speeding train
for an echo of hoofbeat thunder
and the yellow wheat is a winding sheet
for cattle trails plowed under
hoofdust flies at the low moon's rise
and the bullbat's lonesome whir
is an echoed note from the longhorn throat,
a steer as it were
inch by inch, time draws the cinch,
till the saddles creak no more
and they the lords of the cattle hordes
shall tally a final score
chorus:
oh the tall men riding
under the phantom moon
oh the tall men riding
hoofbeats like hammers of doom
this is the song that the night birds sing
as the phantom herds trail by
horn by horn where the long plains throw
flat miles to the sky
and this is the song that the night birds wail
where the Texas plains lie wide
over the dust of a ghostly trail
where the phantom tall men ride
“Under the Phantom Moon”
lyrics based on a traditional poem by Omar Barker (b.1894)
12 - Life After Sundown 4:29
[narration]
it's life after sundown
in a mexican town
south of the border
when the sun goes down in the southern sky
then you know it's time for us to rise
when the sun goes down
you know we'll load all our rounds
and ride for the place that lives by the gun
cover yourself in black
no color in this world we know
cuz only money is gold and life is cheap
when we come to your town
like the resurrection of the dead
only the best will live to the end
[sung]
it's life after sundown
in a mexican town
south of the border
Count Lyle - vocals, guitar
Jake Middlefinger - lead guitar
Lizard Lazario - acoustic guitar, vocals
Santi - bass, vocals
Dalton Black - drums
Randy Grimm - trumpet, percussion
The History...
Ghoultown was formed in 1998 by frontman/guitarist, Count Lyle (a.k.a. Lyle Blackburn). Since then, the band has released eight albums, two DVDs, toured extensively in both the U.S. and Europe, appeared on several horror movie soundtracks, and was featured on the syndicated television show, Elvira's Movie Macabre.
Described as "an uncharted crossroads between Johnny Cash and Rob Zombie," Ghoultown delivers its own brand of songs which range from melancholy dirges of lost love -- to blood-pumping outlaw punk -- to well-crafted anthems featuring spaghetti western trumpets.
Ghoultown is not a part of any genre, musical scene, or trend.
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