Name: Echoes of Conquest by Josh Hammond Project
Duration: 3 min 5 s
Description: Newest from A Dream Deferred, "Echoes of Conquest" hits hard, and doesn't hold out on the melodies. Lots of subtle layers went into creating the overall feel of the track, and I'm excited with how it turned out!

Lyrics

Gather round you fools and clowns
Forget what you’ve been told
Make believe an alchemy
Exchanging hearts of stone for gold

Racing rats and matters of fact falling further from spring time 
Summer days that fade and give way to an inane frame of mind

You may find, yourself on the other side
I’ll be right behind

People come and then they go
It happens all the time
A complicated chemistry
Winning over hearts and minds

Roaming hills, digging holes to fill, hoarding for the winter nights 
Autumn’s fine, another glass of wine, lighted only by starlight 

Every-time there’s another hill to climb
I’ll be right beside

Rally round a random thought
A softly spoken rhyme
An altruistic philosophy
Ending in a punchline

The Alchemist (Demo, Take 2)

Newest from A Dream Deferred, "Echoes of Conquest" hits hard, and doesn't hold out on the melodies. Lots of subtle layers went into creating the overall feel of the track, and I'm excited with how it turned out!

Echoes of Conquest

Wasted.

It’s the dead people
Talking to me again
I’m left to wonder
How they even know my name
Poking in my sleep
With fingers of flame
I bolt right up
Staring at my wall
It’s 4 am again
I deeply ponder what they
Hope to explain
I push asunder the gravelly
Portents of pain.

They didn’t want to go
They all pile up and jeer
They seem to want me to know
They weren’t ready to leave here
It’s a wrinkle in time
Where the dead keep compiling
It’s a plague that riles them
All those names
All those faces
All these voices

Forgotten.

It’s the dead people
Shaking me awake
Upon my tears they find
Themselves unslaked
I’m not sure just how much
More of this I can take
My cat shys away from me
Brimming with hate
It’s all too much on this empath’s plate
The coals of wailing over
Which I’m raked
It’s 4 am
Once more
Wide awake

They didn’t want to go
They all pile up and jeer
They seem to want me to know
They weren’t ready to leave here
It’s a wrinkle in time
Where the dead keep compiling
It’s a plague that riles them
All those names
All those faces
All these voices

Forgotten.

#axj23

Wasted

The Virus.

It’s a fine day
For the very fine persons
To go shooting down niggers
To teach them a lesson

We fly confederate flags
We carry our guns downtown
We shout and spit at policemen
On a high from which we’ll never come down
If we see those we despise
We just say we were making citizens arrests
As we shoot them
No one bats an eye
No one protests

The virus is thriving
The virus is well
The virus is a green light
For nostalgia to sound the slavery bell knell

We swing a swastika flag
We won’t wear masks
We demand the nation return to the past
While the deaths keeps ramping
Along with the doubts we cast

We shoot a security guard presently
We run down a jogger
We shout in the streets
For God, Guns and Country
We don’t care for your kind
So the bullets keep flying
Until we get back to a time
When glory is a noontime lynching
To us, that’s just fine

I must remind

The virus is healthy
In God we trust
The virus is thriving
Boy you better
Get on the back of the bus
The virus is our Jesus
The birth of a nation
From the blood flowing out
A black mans mouth
Nothing more would please us

Impunity in unity
For a not so lost cause
When the president praises us
We’ll shoot without pause
A free for all
A very fine day
To go hunting down
Blacks, Browns and Jews

With the law on our side
What the hell can they say or do?

I assure you

The virus is healthy
The virus is well
The virus burns a cross
To usher in the slavery bells knell.

#axj23

VIRUS

23.1

23.2

Obese blurring
Pending demurring
Dove pining
Lungs whining
Scatter grief
Scaled relief
Anxious gnawing
Portents pawing
Consuming poison
Death ascending
Corpses bloom
Impugned

23.2

8/1/20: REDONE

KAREN

When all the old ways die
I mean literally along with
Those whom abide
Calling police on a black man
Because your convenience was null
Dulled you’re pride
Showed starkly just how ugly
You are inside, Karen
There was nowhere left to hide
It's blaring

When all this ends
Where will you stand?
With the thigh bone of
Man’s best friend used to ward
Off fears that were never really at hand.

When the flags of self defeat burn
When the gun rallying little boys are buried
When their wives mourn
When the salons can’t service you
When the mask slips off into the mud
When privilege chokes on itself
When decadence eats it’s own tail
When control’s need to control fails
When the jackboot breaks and the mace flails
It's your hell, Karen
It's your hell

When all this ends
Where will you stand?
With the thigh bone of
Man’s best friend used to ward
Off fears that were never really at hand.

#axj23

Karen

White Jesus.

White Jesus
Don’t care about the truth
White Jesus
Doesn’t revel in pure proof
White Jesus
Threw a grenade through the roof
White Jesus
Nails the ear of a Viet Cong
To the White House door
As he kisses the devil’s hooves.

White Jesus
Likes his lines nice and straight
As he dances the Gobi nights away
In a frenzied, corpulent disarray
While the disco light shimmers
He adds more coke to the plate

White Jesus
Steps up behind the riot shield
Assuring the shaking rookie
He should savor the fear he feels
As his finger itches on the trigger
To fire into the crowd of bleeding hearts
Voices demanding meaning to the life of
Unknown figures
In the wrath of the math
After the fact of death at the hands of cops
In full daylight and witness
Once he starts,
He cannot stop...
Oh, White Jesus

White Jesus
Is the bullet in your chest
White Jesus
Twists his matted hair
Smoking clove cigarettes
White Jesus
Lobs a Molotov cocktail
At the Metro PCS
White Jesus
Then runs along home to watch the news
With no regrets
White Jesus
Knew all along
You’d forget

That Jesus
Was a Black man
Killed by the Romans
In broad daylight
With plenty to witness.

#axj23

White Jesus

White Riot

Bones.

You thought you’d never fight alone

But all your allies had turned to stone

So concerned with paying off their homes

They left you on the streets throwing bones

They licked the boots of those you chide

They picked a fight, they chose a side

Where everything is washed white

Where a blustering child picks up their flight

Where the right side is blurred

Where all their anarchy demurred

To crowd control and tear gas

Knocking old men on their ass

You thought your brothers wore Doc Martens

But found the majority frightened

Holding tightly to a deposit slip

While praising the firing of pepper bullets

Impervious, until after the fact

All the freedoms they cower for

Have been torn back

We all stand on the other side

Of the White House’s black fence

We all get wet when we step into

A hypocrisy storm which won’t relent.

You thought you’d never fight alone

But your heroes looked the monster of bigotry

In her screaming face

They all turned to stone

They traded principles for Tract homes

They left you all alone in the burning streets

Picking bones.

.#axj23

Bones ( demo )

REDO:8/1/20

Vote.

Imagine being so afraid
Of losing stolen power
That every step of the way
You must kill
Rob, burn
Terrorize
A whole nation
Stripped of
A face, a place at the table
An entrance through the front door

When without these people
You wouldn’t be where you are

America is schizophrenic
Already split
But falling into division after division

What great fear it takes
To look yourself in the mirror
Erected by your brother
But deny it

A nation as such
Stands no chance

A nation as such
Is cursed

To repeat

A fear so great
It takes a whole month
Of riots to expose it.

#axj23

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Josh Hammond Project (Formerly A Dream Deferred) is a solo music project. Metal, Rock, ambient, you never know! This Soundcloud page will feature more diverse and unreleased music from me. Check out my other links!

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