Third Phase

Wild Stylez

This is a simple track - one riff and simple chord sequence. One accoustic guitar and direct ibanez bass. Influenced by Manchester bands.

LOST AT SEA

Understand

Bullets

Pretext In C Major

A nice, snappy synthpop track, which became the 'Spacecat Prelude' on YouTube.

Prelude

EVEN WORDS HAVE A PLACE IN MY SOUL

this song was written about knowing there bad times coming and always feeling on edge 

m@tro- hell to pay

Whisper Time

They grew up where the cornfields kiss the sky,
Fishin’ in the creek, raisin’ hell on Friday nights.
Four-wheel drives and mama’s fried chicken,
Never thought they’d leave, but the world came tickin’.

Old glory flyin’ on the front porch rail,
Church on Sunday, growin’ cane without fail.
When that call came knockin’ from Uncle Sam,
They traded boots and spurs for a battle plan.

Country boys with a rifle in hand,
Leavin’ home to fight in a foreign land.
From backwoods calm to a war-torn zone,
But they still hear sweet Dixie callin’ them home.

From Georgia pines to a desert storm,
They learned real fast what that camo’s for.
Through grit and prayers and old dog tags,
They wore their roots like a proud ol’ flag.

One came back with a Purple Heart,
One stayed behind, but he ain’t far.
They carved their names in sacrifice,
Raised on dirt but paid freedom’s price.

Country boys with a rifle in hand,
Leavin’ home to fight in a foreign land.
From backwoods calm to a war-torn zone,
But they still hear sweet Dixie callin’ them home.

Now every small town bar’s got tales to tell,
Of boys who left and fought like hell.
So here’s to them with a toast and a tear—
The pride of the South, forever held dear.

Bullets

Beau Bradley

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