This track is from the album Wild Caught, Farm Raised and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/harriersofdiscord

Let's Legalize Prostitution

No More Than Mere Man

If you dug the intro to this particular album, you love the full version of The Gunslinger which follows the first known (to us) journey of Roland-the last gunslinger in Steven King's most amazing series, the Dark Tower.

The Gunslinger (Roland Go And Get Your Gun)

We've come so far, now at a stalemate with the ground
Thought that we were rising up, but we were only going down
We've got to beat, beat, beat the ignorance the presence holds
Because the world's gone to shit since the millennium's been sold

Descendants of the youth, we'll never be the same again

Women throw themselves down, while us hunters run them red
Leaving infants to their trust as long as daddy keeps them fed
Since it's the only way to learn and find it wasn't all okay
They've got us falling even faster with no end to our days

Descendants of the youth, we'll never be the same again

I was lost in a world of black bars
I won't deny on it, rely on it, while all you go free
And since the thousands hit the youth which we deny is a sponge
We've got them foaming at the mouths like the dogs they've become

You put them down, they hold the crown
You did your best, they've conquered less
Until you see their misery
You'll never know what potential, what they wanted to be
You pulled them up, and dragged them down
You've got them falling so frequently they'll never touch the ground
And when you die, they'll know your lies
And they'll be wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting


Ascending Descendants

(Originally written in 2008) about selling religion

Hotel Services

This is the prequel to "The Man On Boothill"

They are both part of a fake story I came up with. Here's how this one goes.

Setting: a wedding in Tombstone, Arizona
The man married a woman, the daughter of (I'll call him the priest). The woman was pregnant before the wed and the whole family knew. Both sets of parents were present at their wedding, except the priest. The priest disproved of the man (we'll call him the sheriff) defiling his daughter under God, before marriage and warned him about his hatred for the sheriff. They wed, shortly after, but it was too late for the the priest had become corrupt and in an act of rage (not having much practice with a gun, as a man of the Lord) he shot down the sheriff. Only, with his untrained hand, it was his daughter that fell. And when the daughter fell, so did the unborn child, and that angered the priest more who shot the sheriff's parents and the sheriff down... To be continued
lyrics
Oh, I'm in trouble with The Father
I've wed his only daughter
And the truth of my sin
Is I'd do it all again
For my mother and my father
And the child that was our daughter
'Cause the truths are all the same
Yes, he threw their love away

I'm a monster to the bottle
'Cause I sold his family to slaughter
And the time we had to wed
Meant we'd never feel again
From my mother to my father
To the child that was my daughter
It's the past that's all a game
And you'll never know the pain

I'm in love with his daughter
Oh, the man that was her father
And the truth of his sin
Is she'd never live again
From her lover, to tomorrow
And the town that holds her coffin
I will never live again
And I'll take that man to hell

Give me vengeance for the martyr
That bore his own grand-daughter
Cause the truth of my sin
Is I'll do it all again
For her mother, the one who taught her
That the price you'll pay is stronger
Than the love for a man
Who died the day she was dead

I'm in trouble with The Father
Who murdered his only daughter
For the price of our wed
So I'd never feel again
On my mother, and my father
Who will never see tomorrow
And the man I had been
Will never live again

The Man Who Killed

This is the sequel to "The Man Who Killed".

They are both part of a fake story I came up with. Here's how this one goes.

After the killing of The Man On Boothill (basically mean the man that's already dead, because Boot Hill is an old term for graveyard) he spends the rest of his strength and life (we're not sure if he's alive or dead) hunting down his family's murder. His life being taken as a sheriff, he reincarnates as the world's baddest outlaw in order to avenge his old life. This takes place in Tombstone, Arizona.
lyrics
I've paid my crimes, was a matter of time
I've drunken my sins, I bought my lies
I wear on my sleeve, a conscience of thieves
I'll give you my doubts, and steal what you dream

This is Tombstone's game. My final resting place

I've handled my dues, buried payments of proof
I've wielded my gun, it's all that I love
You point me to lay in the hole of my grave
You thought you could kill the man on boot hill

This is Tombstone's game. My final resting place

We've all made our choice, yes we've all made our vows
But my work isn't finished until you're gunned down
In the name of my grave, in the dirt we'll all lay
I will bring you a home in God's Acre of bones
This town is my bane and this bane is my life
So I'll rise from the ground, oh I'll show you my knife
When your horse turns to dust and your heart turns a stone
We will meet once again in this garden of bones

When I had a sole with that star that you loathed
You shot me down like the coward of town
And off in my stead my grit turned to lead
From the butt of my Colt, you'll feel my revolt

This is Tombstones game. My final resting place

From the land of my greed, on this carnage I rode
In the name of my tomb, you will reap what I sow
I've not made it on luck, you cannot break my will
I'm not too tough to die, I'm just too tough to kill
There's no refuge this town, for the men I gun down
Not no Church you can pray, not no pool you can drown
When your horse turns to ash and your heart turns a stone
I will build you a crypt on God's Acre of bones

The Man On Boothill

A haunting track equipped with spurs, stomps and a love of death. This track was inspired by a series I had read about the love between Death and his daughters and occupants.
The story and plot was so moving, I became slightly obsessed (not that I haven't ever been into polytheistic religions before) with the idea that Death was a mercy to life, for if we didn't die we would grow old and rot and always remain aware. I loved the idea that Death was in fact a physical thing that was always feared and misunderstood, much like the story of Hades.
Why wouldn't death love it's spoils? Thus we have "The Watcher", the lullaby through Death's very own perspective. In all attempts to retain it's lulling qualities, I physically couldn't keep it soft enough for it to remain a simple "sing this to sleep" sort of thing, though it was my intention. I wanted to create a song that would be sung the way "Rock-a-bye baby", or "London bridges", or "Ring Around the Rosie" would be, where there meanings are morbid for a children's nursery rhyme and you grow up going, "what the hell were my parent's thinking?". But rather than scaring the young I really wanted to embody the story of love between us and death, making it more of a reassurance than a warning.

In the end, I feel it started as a simple lullaby and ended as much more, and I hope you enjoy it.

(the books that inspired this were Robin LaFevers' historical fictions.

The Watcher

As a one year anniversary present, Harriers Of Discord is proud to present the new and improved "Boring People (Revisited)"
That's right, one year of making music just for your ears.

Reminisce way back to Wild Caught, Farm Raised's very first track, a controlled mess of reverb and enchantment. But most importantly, download that shit.

Boring People (Revisited)

This is, what I know to be, the first cover of Norma Tanega's "You're Dead" about selling yourself to the industry. It's a great song, originally and I recommend you look it up.

You're Dead (Norma Tanega Cover)

For the late and great, Albert Frank Digiovanna
and the first friend I've ever lost, taken by car at 62
lyrics
Well, your heart is in a bind,
Since we were your but you weren't mine
From West Covina, California to that Southern Destin, Florida
May you be buried among friends
Who will remember to the end
In loving memory you will stay
From the cradle, past the grave

62-24 you're knocking hard at death's door
He didn't want you, turned you back
Till highway 98 he cracked
For the night was dark, a quickened end
Our love for you, we couldn't send
And the air be still without a note
The world will miss the song you wrote

From a younger age you ran away
To the desert skies and the dusty planes
Where cattle bucked and rattlers snapped
You stole the tail right off their backs
And dreams to you were a duty's call
All limits adhered to your fall
And such a boy, as legends wrote
Were far off dead, their memories sold

62-24 your knocking hard at death's door
He didn't want you , turned away
Till highway 98 he stayed
Your eyes were bright and filled with scenes
From moon-eyed girls to the salty seas
And mountains high, rivers old
The Earth will turn and keep your soul

From the water's edge to the desert dreams
And the falling skies to the city's breeze
Down from the clouds to the dirt and rust
Ashes to Ashes dust to dust

Was a preacher man, said the word of God
A great white mark upon your collar
That Bible book retained your faith
The mark of Cain you gave that day
To and forth, who rode you down
Won't see and end to the sorrow found
In all those lives you've touched to date
It'll be seven fold to their grave

62-24 you're knocking hard at Heaven's door
The golden gates kept you at bay
Till highway 98 you lay
On cloudy skies and golden beams
The light you felt will give you peace
A halo found over your head
It's hard to believe you could be dead

In Oregon up in pleasant woods
You rode your steed through and through
With nun but the shirt on your back
The boots you wore, and the meals you packed
When metal overtook us all
You answered to our nature's call
A wild man as pure as birth
With aging eyes, old as dirt

62-24 you're knocking hard at death's door
He didn't want you, let you walk
to the woman at the bar he gawked
With nothing but a compass rose
You followed your heart, stayed on your toes
To a nice warm meal, a bed and clothes
Then you rode off on that winding road

In the wild nights of booze and drugs
You shared your voice, exchanged your love
A brother, Father, friend and son
We'll see you on them roads to come
From coast to coast, from day to night
The words you sung, oh you sung them right
Our stomachs will empty and fill with beer
And drink to the man we all held dear

62-24 you're knocking hard at death's door
He didn't want you, let you go
Till highway 98, he strode

The streets went silent, the world went drunk
Our hearts beat hard, our tears did run
Your song won't die, your legend gone
Albert the great will live on

You will live on
Albert the great
62-24 knocking hard at Heaven's door
credits
released May 13, 2016
Duane Hall 

Sixty-Two to Twenty-Four

Harriers of Discord's first full band album "...and they did live", like you've seen us live,
Equipped with 12 revisited tracks from our past three albums (Wild Caught, Farm Raised; Under The Father's Gun; Thank God For Wood).
If you've seen our performance, you'll know the big difference between our previous recordings and actual live sound.

We love all of our friends, supporters and follower and thank you all for keeping us going!

Deactivist Studios
Aimee Jacob Oliver: Boss Ass Bitch
Mike Sogoff: Bass Ass Bitch
Duane Hall: Rythmic Eye-Candy
Kriist Long: The Fairest Of Them All

Under The Father's Gun

The Sale of Indulgence

Bastards of Hope

Unlikely One

Trouble with the Kids

The Kraken

A cover of ABBA's SOS but faster, louder, and surfier.

Plague of the Planet

This is a song about slick tongues and talking your way around anything. It was inspired by fence-walkers and the inability to see things for what they are. Velvet Tongue is the second single to be released from the upcoming album, Plague of the Planet. It's a wild roller-coaster of a journey with a sound that's unique to itself, from punk to prog to metal to surf, topped with rapid fire vocals that are reminiscent of Grace Slick and dripping wet guitar leads, pumping bass and whiplash drums.

Velvet Tongue (Master)

Wild west themes, power surf and punk fucking rock all mashed up in  one wildly inconsistent jam that'll leave you wondering,"what is that dude even saying?"

Leaving no subject untried, Harriers Of Discord pelts the ruins of dead beats and classic rock vibes down your throat, forcing the thoughts you never knew you wanted in replacement of the  love songs you never knew you hated.

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