Dead Neon
by Dead Neon
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Downwinder
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Cratered
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Irradiated Heart
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Black Ash
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Wastelandesque
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Doom Town
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Cancer Eater
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100 Suns
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Ride the Light
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about
Dead Neon is a post-apocalyptic primitive nuclear doom metal band signed to Ecophagy Records. Trapped in Las Vegas, 65 miles from the Nevada Test Site, inspired by the crude brutality of pioneering Vegas death-doom act Goatlord and the dour lyrics of melancholy bard Leonard Cohen, Dead Neon dreams of a black future, when mankind no longer matters and God’s face is forever turned away.
credits
released 15 August 2010
Jarrett - Vocals, Guitar
Jaq - Bass
Jessie - Drums
Recorded at Rubble Chimney Studio, Las Vegas, Nevada, in February 2010
Jarrett - Vocals, Guitar
Jaq - Bass
Jessie - Drums
Recorded at Rubble Chimney Studio, Las Vegas, Nevada, in February 2010
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- Track Name: Advisory (Go To The Boneyard!)
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Attention, Neon Citizens!
Here’s today’s advisory.
Please don’t drink from
Bellagio Fountains. Dead
Bodies contaminate the
Water. Stay away from
The vendors at Shark Reef
Aquarium. That’s not shark
Meat they’re selling. It’ll
Do no good to sell your
Gasoline to the soldiers
In Arizona and California.
They’ll only use it to burn
Your corpse. Keep out of
CityCenter. Zombies mass
There at all hours, hungry.
Trust us when we say
Paris is burning.
Your best bet is to keep
Moving. Go to the Boneyard
Where neon signs gather
Dust. Food, firearms, and
Other black market items
Can be bought, bartered.
Gold is the only tender.
Bullets. Antibiotics. Bibles.
Bring anything people need
To survive in a broken city,
This Vegas wasteland.
Go to where there’s no god.
Only punishment for the sin
Of thinking we were
Above the maker of an
Evil creature: man. - Track Name: Downwinder
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Blinded by light
Clouded in dust
Just waking up from
The sleep of the just
Livestock withered
Babies malformed
I’m left wearing
Hazmat uniform
Down on the wind
Where the sun always shines
I can hear my lover
Dying in the pines
Losing my mind
Coughing up blood
Would rather have perished
By locust or flood
Killed an old lady
For a tin of sardines
Building an engine block
For Satan’s machine
Down on the wind
Where the sun always shines
I can hear my lover
Dying in the pines
Highway of bodies
Rotting away
Dead mouths hang open
No prayer to say
On the horizon
Figures in black
Armed to the teeth
Pointing me back
Down on the wind
Where the sun always shines
I can hear my lover
Dying in the pines - Track Name: Cratered
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Hand of God
Digging up earth
Revising the land
Place of my birth
Why does God hate
Why so much rage
Someone locked His heart
Away in a cage
Cratered
Forever in pain
Man finds his place
On the end of a chain
Said you loved me
What does it mean
Nightmare fantasy
Plague-fever dream
You wonder what’s left
What more to unfurl
It’s just the beginning
At the end of the world
Cratered
Forever in pain
Man finds his place
On the end of a chain
Abyss of doom
Pit of despair
Here’s where I descend
Into the worm’s white lair
Burrowing my mind
Hollowing me out
Save the deepest tomb
For my atomic shroud
Cratered
Forever in pain
Man finds his place
On the end of a chain - Track Name: Irradiated Heart
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Stupidest organ
Beats like a drum
Always confused
By least attention
Pumping black blood
Inflating torn lungs
Starving dead brain
On life’s final rung
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Radiation bombards
Giant monster’s heart
Little Japanese orphan
Eats just a part
On a bed of white ash
With a side of charred bone
Chemical meat
So you dine alone
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Irradiated heart
Size of God’s fist
Mutated chambers
Dark blastocyst
Welcome aboard
The New Roman Empire
Carving our borders
With nuclear fire - Track Name: Black Ash
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Cross on your brow
Means you repent
Another day older
And deeper descent
Believe the Christ Spider
Satan draws near
Obey talking snakes
And there’s nothing to fear
When the sirens sound
You won’t have to ask
I’ll tuck you gently
Into your bed of black ash
Minus the mark
You’ll be destroyed
Discarded like refuse
A child’s broken toy
Job said to God:
“I abhor a vacuum”
God answered Job:
“I just loathe humans”
When the sirens sound
You won’t have to ask
I’ll tuck you gently
Into your bed of black ash
Forty days in the wilderness
Turn into forever
Farewell to the flesh
To the lives we have severed
On flattened fairgrounds
It’s a Big Carnival Day
Explosions all around
So you can’t hear me as I say
When the sirens sound
You won’t have to ask
I’ll tuck you gently
Into your bed of black ash - Track Name: Wastelandesque
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Tires nearly melted
On burning blacktop
Bombed cities on fire
Mass dead left to rot
Storm clouds gather
At the horizon’s line
Or maybe they’re just pustules
From the wounds of my mind
Check the rearview
We’ve left quite a mess
Darkness in our wake
Wastelandesque
Brakes already gone
No living mechanic
Gas tank rattles
Radio just bleeds static
Canned dog food keeps
Our broken bodies alive
As for our humanity
Not a shred will survive
Don’t panic, darling
You’ve only torn your dress
Another shattered mannequin
Wastelandesque
Time of the wolf
Season of the witch
Who can deny
Death’s a wicked bitch
We had our chance
Spoiled to the core
Dancing our way
To a Fourth World War
I smell your fear
Hear your beacon of distress
All the way from down here
Wastelandesque - Track Name: Doom Town
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There’s a light in my head
There’s a ghost in my bed
She looks like you
She tells me what to do
And how to get through
Living in Doom Town
Like a slave upon the wheel
Like a god no one can feel
I often dream
Of the distant lights
And what they must mean
Living in Doom Town
Blowing up the planet
With a boom-box beat
Gutter full of bibles
In a dead-end street
No matter what you choose
You must always lose
Living in Doom Town
Through a broken window pane
I watch the kids all go insane
They’ve formed a band
Rockin’ the free world
While the rest make their stand
Living in Doom Town - Track Name: Cancer Eater
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Tumor-pocked bodies
Afflict the population
Only thing to eat
In Land of Starvation
Heated razors cut
Food from our backs
Cooked in the fire
Of a greasy cask
Repulsive communion
Of blood and skin
Further from God
Closer to sin
Christ fed thousands
With loaves and fishes
Bomb feeds millions
With flesh of crisis
Black market meat
Soft mutant pulp
Sold by the pound
Or deep-fried dollop
Repulsive communion
Of blood and skin
Further from God
Closer to sin
Cannibal days
Are here again
Time to eat pieces
Of your new best friend
Consuming bits
Keeping down pieces
Line around the block
Gore never ceases
Repulsive communion
Of blood and skin
Further from God
Closer to sin - Track Name: 100 Suns
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For lethal sunsets
Expensive shades
For fake salvation
Jesus saves
Pray for rain
The kind that burns
Judgment Lesson
You must learn
Carrying your bibles
Clutching your guns
Nothing can save you
From 100 suns
Hurry down, Doomsday
Wipe the slate clean
Purifying nukes
Kill your dreams
Goodnight, Starlight
Morning, Black Rain
And all the children
Gone insane
Carrying your bibles
Clutching your guns
Nothing can save you
From 100 suns
Disaster madness
Apocalypse fervor
Best way to end this
Human error
Finger on the button
Blood on the altar
Far too close now
Cannot falter
Carrying your bibles
Clutching your guns
Nothing can save you
From 100 suns - Track Name: Ride the Light
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Modulated lasers
For silicon chips
Your virtual head
On the end of a stick
Skyline obscured
By electronic steeple
Threading the eye
Of a fiber-optic needle
Candles sit flickering
On the altar of night
Do yourself a favor, baby
And ride the light
Signal to white noise
White noise to oblivion
No one hears you scream
At the gates of heaven
Plunged in darkness
Dropped down a well
Doesn’t matter who pushed
When everyone fell
There’s a child weeping
Somewhere out of sight
He’d better learn fast
To ride the light
On brink of disaster
On edge of despair
Can’t tear my thoughts away
From the girl with blond hair
She filtered my water
Cleaned my gory left side
Invited me to eat
A meal of cyanide
God as my witness
It just doesn’t seem right
To pay for the privilege
To ride the light
