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Music: Tortured and Violated
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industrial metal / grindcore
NOTE: Dross is currently no more. As there seems to be some (online) confusion, I think I should finally take the time to update this page and confirm the fact that Greg Euphrat is no longer living. This means that all the Dross music there will ever be has already been recorded. sorry for the delayed official update. D.E. We are Dross, a very heavy experimental metal band from southern Arizona. Dross consists of Daniel Euphrat on guitar, bass, keyboard, and synth, Greg Euphrat on vocals, synth, and very occasionally guitar. We play intense industrial metal like very little else out there. Hear us on UndeRadio at http://www.underadio.com/ or the Mosh Pit Hell station at Metalzone Radio http://metalzone.us/ Stand by for our official website, which is under construction at http://www.projectdross.com check out our other project buy our CD from
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Genre
Metal • Industrial Metal
Charts
Peak #119
Peak in subgenre #12
Author
Dross
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Dross
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November 09, 2004
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Punk is a type of music I have a great deal of respect for, so occasionally I turn on the TV and see something unnatural and terrible done to it, and this bothers me. I'd imagine the punks out there feel worse about it than I do.
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Did you dream of being fake? As hypocrisy goes, you take the cake Keep telling yourself "I’m one of a kind" "I’m one of a kind" Do you remember when you wanted fame and fortune? Now you’re in limousines On the covers of magazines Celebrity stalkers Are following you All your life's plans Please the 13-year-old fans And celebrity stalkers So what do you do? You set the fashion trends People take notes on what you wear You hop out of bed in the morning And take an hour to mess up your hair Though you want fame and recognition Harassment escaped your precognition Now you've got tykes in spikes Singing that shit you write up while lit And really pissed at some slutty chick Depressed, you drink and smoke every day To escape the realization Your music scene is a joke And it's played throughout the nation By fans of destitute boy bands Who don't care or aren't aware You lip-synch your shows Cuz everybody with an ear for music knows You can’t hit the notes Without the gear in your studios
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