Stuff for me to listen to.

from the latest No More Kings album: NMK III

Tracy's Song

FTL Theme "Epic Rock" Cover

NieR - Song Of The Ancients "Epic Rock" Cover

Guild Wars 2 - Fear Not This Night "Epic Rock" Cover

http://puu.sh/qqxj2.mp3 DOWNLOAD IT HERE 

Silent Falls (Gravity Falls Theme - Silent Hill Vers.)

Critical Hit

Circle Gets a Square

Robots Don't Cry

Obey the Groove

Umbrella

About Schroeder

Someday

Zombie Me

The "Night of the Living Dead" inspired single from our upcoming collection "Songs for the Undead". 

"in 1968 george romero brought the idea of a horde of slow-moving reanimated corpses to the american cinema audience. years later, my mom would make me watch every zombie movie made since..." - Pete

More artwork and information about the song here:
http://www.nomorekings.com/music/songs-for-the-undead/theyre-coming-to-get-you-barbara/

Music Video here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSpvvCK609c

"They're Coming To Get You Barbara" Lyrics

driving slowly
going to home to see their mother's grave
walking closely
there's an old man who's clothes are decayed

john can see that she's frightened
so he tries to lighten the mood

they're coming to get you
barbara
they're coming and they'll be here soon
don't be afraid
they just want your brain
and they're coming to get you

more are coming
john can see that the joke is on him
she starts running
there's an old house that she can hide in
she makes it inside
but then they're right behind her
oh, moving so slow

they're coming to get you
barbara
they're coming and they'll be here soon
don't be afraid
they just want your brain
and they're coming to get you

they finally arrive
and with all of their might
they break through
barbara's surprised to see
her brother's eyes in the group of ghouls

and we're coming to get you
barbara
we're here and now we're in the room
don't be afraid
we just want your brain
and we're coming to get you barbara
we got here a little too soon
and you won't mind the pain
once we've eaten your brain

They're Coming To Get You Barbara

More track artwork and info here:
http://www.nomorekings.com/music/nineteen-seventy-three/tricky/

"Tricky" Lyrics

back in the days
of the time i was raised
we were poor for sure
but the glory of it
was that we didn't know it
and weren't afraid to show it
still we couldn't refuse to change the golden goose

fact is they say bout the time i was eight
i was cured for sure 
and the story of it
was i would rise above it
but now i slipped through your noose
when i couldn't lose and you're confused
because i’m tricky

i’ve had my fair share of scrapes
there was a gap in the tapes
they think that i erased
you know that i’m not phased
i’ll never rest my case

and i’ve got nothing up my sleeve
you know i’m tricky 
keep on calling me tricky
you know i’m tricky
and i got no one to believe me
cause i’m tricky
they keep saying i’m tricky
but this time the trick is on me

i’ve never has a stomach for losing
but once i moved in i got the constitution
sounds so soothing to me
just choosing to be
cold rectified
why should i testify?
i’m bringing pesticide
you put the rest aside

i’m the only one who knew how to do
what needed to be done
you think i’m on the run?
there ain’t no smoking gun
cause i’m the chosen one, son

they call it espionage
but i got no camoflauge
me and my entourage
another bullet dodged
it seems like a mirage

Tricky

"Bad, Bad Leroy Brown"
Originally written and performed by Jim Croce

Available on No More Kings' 1973 collection.
http://www.nomorekings.com/music/nineteen-seventy-three/bad-bad-leroy-brown/


"Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" Lyrics

well the south side of chicago
is the baddest part of town
and if you go down there 
you better just beware
of a man named leroy brown

now leroy, he trouble
you see he stand about six foot four
and all the downtown ladies call him treetop lover
all the men, they just call him sir

and he's bad, bad leroy brown
baddest man in the whole damn town
he was badder than ol' king kong
meaner than a junk yard dog

now leroy, he a gambler
and he like his fancy clothes
and he liked to wave his diamond rings
up under everybody's nose 

he got a custom continental
he got a el dorado too
he got a thirty-two gun up in his pocket for fun
he got a razor in his shoe

and he's bad, bad leroy brown
baddest man in the whole damn town
he was badder than ol' king kong
so much meaner than a junk yard dog

friday, 'bout a week ago
leroy shooting dice
at the edge of the bar there was a girl named dorris
said "ooh that girl look nice"

well he cast his eyes upon her 
and the trouble soon began
leroy brown, he learned a lesson 'bout messin' 
with the wife of a jealous man

and he's bad, bad leroy brown
baddest man in the whole damn town
he was badder than ol' king kong
meaner than a junk yard dog

well the two men took to fightin'
and when they pulled him from the floor
leroy looked just like a jigsaw puzzle 
with a couple of pieces gone 

he was bad, bad leroy brown
baddest cat in the whole damn town
he was badder than ol' king kong
meaner than a junk yard dog

he was bad, bad leroy brown
baddest man in the whole damn town
he was badder than ol' king kong
meaner than a junk yard dog

he was badder than ol' king kong
meaner than a junk yard dog

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

"Cellphone" by No More Kings

Learn more about <a href="http://http://www.nomorekings.com/music/and-the-flying-boombox/cellphone/">"Cellphone"</a> on http://www.nomorekings.com

LYRICS

the answering machine is full
when arthur calls it's nothing new
it's the same old thing
it's the sound of cellphone rings

another problem to ignore
one more to chore
that's what friends are for
and it's the same old thing
another cellphone ring
the orders of the king

it always seems to be
"oh, gotta go,
got no time for conversation"
(so long, farewell)
always missing something
it always seems to be
"oh, so long,
there's no room for an explanation"
(so long farewell)
so long and thanks for nothing.

now it's a timebomb in his hands
he understands,
chained by its demands
and its the same old thing
another cellphone ring
the orders of the king

it always seems to be
"oh, gotta go,
got no time for conversation"
(so long, farewell)
always missing something
it always seems to be
"oh, so long,
there's no need for an explanation"
(so long farewell)
so long and thanks for nothing.

now the alarm is set
so don't forget
to pull a rabbit from your hat
because it's what you get
when you expect
a bit of magic, it falls flat

the moon can offer no relief
his cellphone shakes him from his sleep

it always seems to be
"oh, gotta go,
got no time for conversation"
(so long, farewell)
always missing something
it always seems to be
"oh, so long,
no need for an explanation"
(so long farewell)
so long and thanks for nothing.

it always seems to be
"oh, goodbye, farewell"
(so long, farewell)
always missing something
it always seems to be
"oh, goodbye, farewell"
(so long farewell)
so long and thanks for nothing.

Cellphone

"Enter the Dragon" is the third single from No More Kings' new collection, 1973.
http://www.nomorekings.com/music/nineteen-seventy-three/dragon/


"Enter the Dragon" Lyrics

walked in the room and
we thought he was surrounded
he fought, we hit the ground
and got up again
he brought the boom
but now we’re getting slaughtered
forget the boss’ orders
to take him in

he’s mystifying
fists are flying
knocking out fools and he’s not even trying
caged lion,
justifying,
any second now and i’m the next one dying

we take him one at a time
why are we waiting in line?
you took your turn and that’s fine
i think i’ll skip mine

i don’t wanna mess with no dragon
but i’m passed the point of no return
don’t wanna tangle with no dragon
not as far as i’m concerned
i don’t wanna fight with no dragon
i'll take this as my lesson learned
don’t wanna tangle with no dragon
mess with a dragon, you will get burned

we weren’t prepared for this master of disaster
the fastest bloody massacre
ever seen
he keeps on beating us down
with our own weapons
and now he’s back for seconds
a death machine

he’s mystifying
fists are flying
knocking out fools and he’s not even trying
caged lion,
justifying,
any second now and i’m the next one dying

we brought our nunchucks and sticks
he brought his punches and kicks
i took a swing and i missed
i won’t go out like this

when we were training before
to paint the night black
was it the right track?
we got all decked out for war
and packed a light snack
and took a slight nap
thought it was fun breaking boards
but boards don’t fight back
the dragon strikes back

Enter the Dragon

Newest addition to our "Songs for the Undead" collection. More art and info here:
http://www.nomorekings.com/music/songs-for-the-undead/the-living-dead/

"The Living Dead" Lyrics

The living dead
Are keeping me up at night
They’re hanging around outside
They’re probably mad they’ve died
The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
I’m buried beneath my sheets
They’re making it hard to sleep

I hear them shuffle in the crowd
But do they have to be so loud
It seems to me that all their life
Was spent being noisy
And now they get to do it twice
Just to annoy me

Scratching, scraping, groans they’re making
My head is aching now
Claws are raking, walls are shaking
And they’re breaking down
Nerves are quaking, no mistaking,
Here I’ll stake my ground

All night long they’re moaning
In their tattered clothing
And the horde is growing

The Living Dead

"Knikkerbakker" is the first song from our upcoming "old timey" collection. 

You can find more art and info here:
http://www.nomorekings.com/music/knikkerbakker-music/knikkerbakker/

"Knikkerbakker" Lyrics

If I had the means 
I mean the means you need my darling,
We could abscond away so gaily on my pennyfarthing
In my arms you’d be, cause there’s no second seat
An acrobatic feat, a challenge I would gladly meet for you

It’s clear, there’s no veneer, I’m merely just a poor new yorker
And I got nothing here to offer to a knikkerbokker
All in all
What you get is what you see,
All I have to offer you is me

Strolling past the barbershop, I gander at the sign atop
A couple dancing red and white, A soaring peppermint in flight
Delightful contraries, a sweet confectionary
A better flavor we could find if I was intertwined with you

Stuff for me to listen to.

Cpt. Sqweky