Passionate vocal over a funky backing track. The bass grooves in tandem with the drums, and the synth simply stabs right through as it hits.

Hanging by a Thread

Standing

Care Less

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“American Muscle”

[Verse I]
Camping out in the wild of my parents backyard
Smoking paper cigarettes cause we thought we were hard
And I was a cowboy from the start with my cap gun and my hat
Making all the neighborhood girls retreat from our attack 

[Pre]
But the world isn’t what it was
In the sixties all peace and love

[Chorus]
I’m sorry if I can’t unwind
Don’t tell me everything will be all right
Growing up in the rubble raised by American muscle

Where you’re lucky if you just survive 
You get arrested but you don’t know why
Shot down by cops in doubles
Packing American muscle

[Verse II]
So I moved out for a good four years until I had to move back in
With a little piece of paper that my parents framed it said I was just like them
So now I wake up late I masturbate I get high and look for checks in the mail
For standing on the corner asking every other mother if they’d like to donate to/ save the whales 

[Pre II]
Cause the world isn’t what it was
But I guess every generation thinks they’re fucked

[Repeat Chorus]

[Breakdown]
And we’ll have every country on its knees
The whole world forced to be free
In every mosque and temple
They’ll pray to American muscle

Where you’re lucky if you just survive
Get fucking murdered if you don’t act white
Shot down by cops in doubles
Packing American Muscle

American Muscle

Well Wasted

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/Hve_GlFsM8M

As kids we are promised the American Dream only to find our American Reality as adults is steeped in violence, systematic racism and capitalism over humanity. This is the sound of the moment you see it. 

As I wrote “American Reality”, it became less of a song and more of a social commentary on the history happening around me. The murder of George Floyd sparked nationwide protests and unrest over the injustices that minorities have been facing for decades. I sing this song as a citizen seeing their government neglect its people and prioritize profit, while those meant to protect and serve are the ones doing the most harm. After re-watching Adam Curtis’ documentary “HyperNormalisation”, I knew that this video had to be raw and real. We hope it connects with you.

We put together this video to show the REALITY we live in and hope to spark some small change in this world.

LYRICS

See sometimes I forget
All the things I have
And I just sit here mad
And wonder why 
I’m always complaining 

And all my friends 
They don’t care about me
They don’t care about me 
These days
The whole wide world 
It don’t care about me
It don’t care about me 
These days  
And all my friends 
They don’t care about me
They don’t care about me 
These days
The whole wide world 
It don’t care about me
It don’t care about me 
These days  

And I know that I’m lucky
To have what I got
But I’m also unlucky
Cause of what I’m not 
If I just finish this song 
Maybe I will be OK
Cause it feels like 

All my friends 
They don’t care about me
They don’t care about me 
These days
The whole wide world 
It don’t care about me
It don’t care about me 
These days  
Another cigarette now 
I think I’ll sit in my dreams
I think I’ll stew in myself 
These days 
The whole wide world 
It don’t care about me
It don’t care about me 
These days  

I give a lot
To get a little 
I lose a lot 
To love a little 
What’s going on 
Is I keep crying
Cause all my

All my friends 
They don’t care about me
They don’t care about me 
These days
The whole wide world 
It don’t care about me
It don’t care about me 
These days  
Another cigarette now 
I think I’ll sit in my dreams
I think I’ll stew in myself 
These days 
The whole wide world 
It don’t care about me
It don’t care about me 
These days


Written by Brick + Mortar (Brandon Asraf & John Tacon)
Co-Producer - Rob Chiarappa
Recording - Brick + Mortar & Rob Chiarappa
Mixing - Joe Costable
Mastering - Mike Kalajian at Rogue Planet

American Reality

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I Like The Way You Die

LITTLE GODZ by Holy Wars
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Video Credits:
Starring:
Ashley Hayward
Kat Leon
Matt Cohen
Dolly Denko
Jesus Bartolacci
Yousef Abu Taleb
Fre Pacheco
Adele Jackson

Directed by Erin Naifeh and Kat Leon
Edited by Fre Pacheco / Flares and Glitches
Cinematography by Erin Naifeh
Additional cinematography Kevin Schlanser
Concept in collaboration by Kat Leon, Erin Naifeh
Selfie room designed by Erin Naifeh 
Song Credits:
Performed by Holy Wars
Recorded at Sphere Studios
Produced by Nick Perez
Vocals by Kat Leon
Drums by Greg Garman
Engineered by Matt Cerritos
Mixed/Mastered by George Dum

Lyrics:
I battle with a God inside my brain
A torment into taught, a school of pain
We say forget me not but we’ll still fade to dust
Compare compare compare combust
Can’t shake my shadow off
I’m tasting pennies
I tried to cut it out but it won’t let me
Scrolling the clutter now
A mindless tapping
I still can’t seem to feel a thing
Oh so very lonely in the crowd
They all talk so loud can’t stand the sound...
all these little Gods
Little Gods
Who’s the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you’re born to be a God
I’m squawking like a bird
A mindless chatter
Pigs on the media sell you the laughter
Spoonful of cinnamon got you choke
Here come here comes here comes the joke
Give me a thousand lives for all my archetypes
Show me that skeleton, dig up the bones you hide
They’ll build a statue for you only to tear it down
How far we’ve come to die alone
Bury my head deep into the ground , underground
They all talk so loud about themselves
All these little Gods
Little Gods
Who’s the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you’re born to be a God
Born born born born to be
Are you born to be, born to be a God?
Little Gods
All these little Gods

Who’s the supreme? Dirty deeds
Get down on your knees like a dog
Think you’re...
Little...
Little Gods
Born to be a God

LITTLE GODZ

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