oh come on 5 seconds of guitar haunt and you're *killing* me  y'all got some serious voodoo going on

mmmm such an upbeat feel for the sentiment. Very clever lyrics and great vocal delivery! Looking forward to more.

Man. I'm always playing catchup, but damn glad I found the time this morning! This is truly excellent!

Man this is good, cool swampy and syrupy soul, bravo!

This song really suites whats going on around in the world rn

Really great all the way through!  The vocal duo has a really nice appeal to the song :)

My pandemic song. Everyone’s got one.

All lyrics & music by Dred Fouglas.

Lyrics:

Everyone is struggling to breathe
The air outside is death
Now we’ve all got a corpse to grieve 
So smoke your last cigarette

‘Cause when you wake up, more are lost 
You’re either in your deathbed or next
Wondering when all will be okay enough to say we‘ll again see the light of day
There is no hiding from the plague

Better panic, hoard, or thieve
before you’re snuffed out 
Pray to whatever god you believe
and hope that you have clout

‘Cause when you wake up, dirty and poor
You’re either in your deathbed or in debt
Wondering when all will be okay enough to say 
we can go back to life today
There is no hiding from the plague

Fate is unfair, but don’t despair
Every now and then we need to be knocked down a peg
Oh yeah

‘Cause when you wake up and half the world is gone
You’re either in your deathbed or depressed
Wondering how nothing is the same enough to say you’d rather die anyway 
There is no hiding from the plague
There is no hiding from the plague
There is no hiding

The Plague

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and 24 children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, smoking his pipe and writing gloomy music is his mildewy garage.

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