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Cahoots
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God makes all things possible...but the Devil makes things interesting. A spiritual conspiracy.
foddershock alternative
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Acoustic Appalachian Dysfunctional Folk Rock
AcousticAppalachianDysfunctionalFolkRock...from the dusty black coalfields of southwest Virginia, Foddershock is a collaboration between two long-time friends- one that writes strangely truthful and surreal lyrics about the often sordid details of the human condition, and one that puts it all together with a unique and perfectly twisted blend of American roots music. Songs about love, hate, life, death, drinkin, and killin. Sometimes tragic. Sometimes funny. Always interesting. Everything from guitar driven "Alt. Country" to "bluegrass" to a weird mix of banjos and walkie-talkies that can only be described as "southern banjer trance". Put John Prine, The Grateful Dead, Primus, and Camper Van Beethoven in a blender and you gotta a big ol glass of Foddershock. Drink up!
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Alternative Indie
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#23,478 today Peak #82
#4,893 in subgenre Peak #20
Author
written by A.K. Mullins, performed by W.V. Hill
Rights
2003 Big Belly Records
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October 15, 2003
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
CD: Black Lung & White Lightnin' Label: Big Belly Records Credits: Written by A.K. Mullins; Arranged and performed by W.V. Hill Lyrics Dripping moon and copper leaves Melt and swirl tonight Mournful tune on the autumn breeze Sadly blows my mind Where are you and who am I And what did the preacher say I think it`s time to ask him why Faith turns old and gray The mysteries that hold me down Are wearing dark black suits The angels and crows that fly around I swear are in cahoots All stretched out upon the moss Spirit gagged and bound Eternal woods, tainted cross Above me upside down Bloated sun and early birds Scorch and scream this morn Chosen one and dirty worms Will they be reborn Where are you and who am I And what did the guru say I think it`s time to ask him why Karma fades away This patch of green is brown with weeds And ripe with poison fruits The blood and rain that sow my seeds I swear are in cahoots All stretched out below the moss Never to be found Eternal woods, tainted cross Above me upside down
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