Tyrant

Guitar, Bass, and Vocals performed by Paully Wilson
Drum tracks programmed by Paully Wilson

(Copyright 2017 by Paully Wilson; All rights reserved; Do not use without permission)

Writing credits:
Music: Paully Wilson, Mike DePew
Vocal rhythm/ Lyrics- Danny Persico
Vocal melody: Paully Wilson
Arrangement: Paully Wilson, Mike DePew, Ed Williams, Danny Persico (Cur)

Lyrics:
From the gutter, arose the one
Battered and broken, and never loved by anyone
Lived your life behind the blade
Waiting for the chance to break away and be saved
Freedom's charge, laced with red
The cost is damnation, and price of a bullet's lead
Guess that had to be the way
When under the thumb, you break the hand and slip away

Tyrant

Wait in line, and bide your time
Living in squalor, revert back to life of crime
Make your way up the chain
Leaving a trail of devastation and pain
Trust in no one, apply the pain
The world is yours, but tainted with a bloodstain
Fist of iron rules the day
The mirror reveals the monster that you can't restrain

Tyrant

Justify
Your path
Your life
Your truth is lies
You've become
The one
You hate
It's your demise
Live by
A code
That throws
Your soul in disarray
Future bleak
Your reign
Has peaked
Live for today
The few
That care
You've pushed
Away
With a violent shove
You decide
It's better to
Be feared than loved
Everything that you love
You destroy
You destroy

Death knocking down your door
Standing firm and ready for a one man war
Hail of bullets on the way
Each represents all of those you made pay
Return the fire, feel the bite
Racking up bodies, not going down without a fight
How could it come to this?
Who's the next to rule with an iron fist?

Tyrant

Tyrant

The River be Damned 

Guitar and Bass performed by Paully Wilson
Vocals:  Paully and Lauren Wilson
Drum tracks programmed by Paully Wilson

(Copyright 2018 by Paully Wilson; All rights reserved; Do not use without permission)

Writing credits:
Music and lyrics: Paully Wilson

Lyrics:

The River be Damned

Guitar, Bass, and Vocals performed by Paully Wilson
Drum tracks programmed by Paully Wilson

(Copyright 2018 by Paully Wilson; All rights reserved; Do not use without permission)

Writing credits:
Music and lyrics: Paully Wilson

Lyrics:

The river called his name
He could but heed
Two souls, in fear and pain
Cried out in need

His daughter, young and brave
Heard, too, their pleas
So both, in greatest haste
The void did breach

And, into it, swam

Still screams of terror came
His blood did freeze
Could they afloat remain
Or, spent, accede

Nay, none would die this day
The two decreed
And o’er the abyss raced
To two in need

And held out their hands
The river be damned

And, in short order, they
The stricken, reached
And, clutching them, made way
Back toward the beach

With all that they had
The river be damned

Suspended o’er the dark, 
Cold, and beckoning deep
Hang Alpheus’ young marks
Who, in his realm, would sleep
Forever

As stronger have before
Here in this very place
Fools, heros- by the score
Who, from its’ cold embrace
Wake never
Never

Not one could be replaced
Not ever
Ever

Each certain of their skill
And strength to hold at bay
The mighty river’s will
Yet some therein do stay
Forever

But, burdened so, still two
Dove bold beneath the waves
Of all there- only two
Dared hazard this most grave
Endeavor

And plucked two from the grave
Together
Together

Two fell, spent, on the sand
Two walked away
All were, by Alpheus’ hand
Forever changed

But spared, to a man
The river be damned

The River Be Damned

"Facade of Control"

Music and Lyrics- Paully Wilson
Guitar, Bass, Vocals- Paully Wilson
Drum Programs- Paully Wilson
Recorded and Mixed by Paully Wilson 2018

So once more, you’ve crossed the line, my friend
You got drunk, and roughed her up again
She’s all of what, five two…buck oh five
Must feel tough when you blacken her eyes

Like an angry kid with his plaything
You make her your toy and make her call you king
Her domination is your ultimate goal
To maintain your façade of control
Your façade of control

Those who really love her realize
That one day your rage may close her eyes
So they plead with her to wise up and leave
Before her enslavement is complete]

Now she sees herself as your plaything
Your domination has clouded her thinking
With her tears and blood, pours out her soul
The price of your façade of control
Your façade of control

Sorry that daddy beat you
You and your momma, too
But you lost your right to pity
When you started beating, too

And with each new beating you
Further outlive your worth
Taking your place among the
Lowest of life on Earth

When a mean dog learns to bite
They put it in the pound
But if it, like you, keeps biting’
They simply put it down

Now she’s gone, and now you’re by yourself
Living your life out inside your cell
Her mom still visits her grave everyday
And like so many, curses your name

Now the mean-ass kid sees his plaything
Only bends so far before breaking
Now your days are spent locked in a hole
Shattered is your façade of control
Your façade of control

"Facade of Control", Copyright 2005, Paully Wilson.  Use by permission only.  All rights reserved.

Facade of Control

"Fire and Flame"

Music and Lyrics- Paully Wilson
Guitar, Bass, Vocals- Paully Wilson
Drum Programs- Paully Wilson
Recorded and Mixed by Paully Wilson 2018

You feel
Deadly vengeance is justified
Those who
Kill in your eyes deserve to die

Is it…not the same
Fire…and…flame

Play God
And some will be wrongly condemned
Never
Can they be brought to life again

Vengeance…wrought in vain
Fire…and…flame

Life imprisonment
Is punishment
fitting even the worst of crimes

But you still cry
Eye for an eye
Your primal rage is not assuaged until they die

Would you feel the same
If the life claimed
Was someone precious in your life?

Could you survive
Knowing their life
Was sacrificed
For nothing more than a judicial oversight?

Judge not
Lest ye be judged it has been said
Unfit
To judge each other in the end

Is it not the same?
Fire and Flame

Fire And Flame

"Ninny Thinskin"
Music & Lyrics by Paully Wilson
Performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Paully Wilson

A new and alarming trend in young America is the belief that feelings and personal distress should prevail over personal liberties, such as the right to free speech, free and public inquiry, and open, civil conversation between people of differing perspectives. If we all live in an echo chamber, as witnessed by the proliferation of safe spaces, trigger warnings, and the assault on dissenting opinions by the deep left, the human conversation suffers, as does personal liberty. Speak your piece, friends. What you have to offer may seem unimportant, but it is critical. Free speech is a direly important feature of a free democracy, just as control of speech is critical for oppression to descend.

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Lyrics:

Ninny Thinskin is triggered again
Forced to hear ideas to which he takes offense

Someone told
Ninny when he was a tyke
He was special, good, and right
A captain in the speech police
Enforcer for the moral elite

Ninny needs a safe space to hide in
To keep him calm, ill-informed, safe, and free from sin

Someone told
Ninny when he was a boy
Sanctimony betters joy
And keeps one immune to the effects
Of the politically incorrect

Someone told
Ninny when he was a tyke
He was special, good, and right
A captain in the speech police
Enforcer for the moral elite

Ninny woke one day to find that he
Chose safety and ignorance over liberty
Someone tell Ninny no one gives a fuck

Ninny Thinskin

"Becoming a God"
Music & Lyrics by Paully Wilson
Drum Programming (Steven Slate EX 3) by Paully Wilson
Performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Paully Wilson

Gods are born all the time.  :)

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Lyrics:

Tanna Isles, ‘41
Come ships full of cargo, and the seaman John Frum
The natives, they knelt and cried
“The Messiah is coming!”

Miracles, did he bring
Radios, lights, food and drink fit for kings
Only magic could it be
You could watch him becoming

Becoming a God
No longer a man, but a God
They still think he’s returning

Yogi B, modern day
Healing, levitating, shape-shifting some say
Could be a diety?
Some extoll his becoming
Larger than just a man
Parlor tricks underlie sleight of hand
But see what you want to see
And you’ll watch him becoming

Becoming a God
No longer a man, but a God
So inane, it’s mind-numbing
Becoming a God
He’s become a God

Gods are born all the time
Some stick, some fade, but all with rhythm and rhyme
Of human credulity
And a hope of belonging

But as they’re born, they die
Nothing new, as they say, under the sky
The mass grave of our idols calls
To this fate they’re succumbing

The death of a God
To fade away, is the fate of a God
No longer a God
No longer a God

Becoming A God

"Medicine"

Guitar, Bass, and Vocals performed by Paully Wilson
Drum tracks (Steven Slate EX 3) programmed by Paully Wilson

(Copyright 2019 by Paully Wilson; All rights reserved; Do not use without permission)

Writing credits:
Music: Paully Wilson
Vocal rhythm- Les Olhauser, Paully Wilson
Vocal melody: Paully Wilson

Lyrics:

Wake up, hit the street
Gotta score some tabs
No docs left to scam
Or backs to stab

When did it take control
Of my life…of my soul?
How did I dig this hole
This hole to nowhere?
To nowhere.

Ten left, start to sweat
Walls closing in
Lie, beg, cheat, or steal
Or hell begins

When did it take control
Of my life…of my soul?
How did I dig this hole
This hole to nowhere?
To nowhere.

When this bottle’s gone
Then I will move on
And clean up

It’s different this time
Well, just one more time
Then, I’m done
Done with my
Medicine
But I love my
Medicine
One more time
Medicine

Give me my
Medicine
Must have my
Medicine
Or I will die
Medicine

It’s different this time
Well, just one more time
Then, I’m done

Done with my
Medicine
Or I will die
Medicine
Give me my
Medicine

Who has my
Medicine
Desperate for my
Medicine
I’ll kill you for my
Medicine

Solo

Broke, cold, getting old
Still have my friends
Oxy and Hydro
Here ‘til the end

When did it take control
Of my life…of my soul?
How did I dig this hole
This hole to nowhere?
To nowhere.

Well, just one more time
‘Til the end of time
Then, I’m done

Medicine

"We"

Guitar, Bass, and Vocals performed by Paully Wilson
Drum tracks (Steven Slate EX 3.0) programmed by Paully Wilson

(Copyright 2017 by Paully Wilson; All rights reserved; Do not use without permission)

Writing credits:
Music: Johnny Reardanz, Paully Wilson
Vocal melody/ Lyrics- Paully Wilson

Lyrics:

We're born
Into the splendor and the wreckage of the day
Spellbound
We stand
At the cusp of oblivion and stare straight down

No time for useless gods
Content to brave the odds
We leap blindly into the black abyss
And cry bloody havoc

We waste
By the score the scant handful of Earthly hours
We hold
Yet for
One youthful hour we'd trade it all
Once we've grown old

Ch

We fall
Headlong back into the vast nothingness from whence
We came
Never
To rise up from the dust
And pass this way again

"The Storm"

Guitar, Bass, and Vocals performed by Paully Wilson
Drum tracks (Steven Slate EX 3, for you nerds) programmed by Paully Wilson
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Paully Wilson at The Foundry, May 2019

(Copyright 2019 by Paully Wilson; All rights reserved; Do not use without permission)

Writing credits:
Music and Lyrics: Paully Wilson
Vocal rhythm/melody- Justin Rouse, Paully Wilson, Isaac Gentry

Lyrics:

Built walls straight, tall, and painted white, so
To veil the strife without
Dark storm blew ‘em down and traded out all
Of their certainty for doubt

There stood I, bared to the callous truth
In my hands, held my world, split full in two
In two

What then, when the very thing you’d die for,
Is what with you cannot live?
So child, when you’ve given ‘til you’ve no more,
What more, then, can you give?

Just when I thought I’d no farther to fall
Night fell, storms came, down went more walls
And the long, cold night in store
Promised trials I was not sure I’d endure
Endure

I hate the word forever now
The world, it spins, beneath my feet
The price of love is loss, the joke of life
That it is short, indeed
The permanent is transient,
The sacred really commonplace
Still I believe in love
Though I’ve watched it walk away
Watched it fade to grey
To grey

That storm has passed, but more are brewing
Scant time to build between
But walls are down, and winter’s coming
And new trials, unforeseen

But we’ve the strength, and we’ve the will
The storm to face, the walls rebuild
And the faith that hearts can mend
And live, and build, and love again

The Storm

"Sands"

Guitar, Bass, and Vocals performed by Paully Wilson
Drum tracks (Steven Slate EX 3) programmed by Paully Wilson

(Copyright 2020 by Paully Wilson; All rights reserved; Do not use without permission)

Writing credits:
Music: Paully Wilson
Lyrical Concept: Kenny Wilson
Lyrics: Paully and Kenny Wilson

Lyrics:

The letter came one rainy day
My mother cried, my father prayed
Prayed that I would return someday
He prayed

And in no time, we sailed away
The shores of home fading to gray
The crowds’ cheers, to crashing waves
And fate
Our fate

Our faithful ship, it sliced the blue
Toward what fate, none of us knew
And with each mile, our terror grew
In spades

But with our terror, bloomed our rage
Our own roiling blitzkrieg to wage
To end a madman’s reign of hate
In flames
Hell’s flames

Though I 
I am but one man
Together we’ll stand
For freedom, love, and liberty
And for
The love of all men
This hate cannot stand
In flames, it will be history

Still miles from shore, we heard the fray
Through tears, we swore we would be brave
Though through hell’s flames we soon would wade
Through flames

The raft struck shore, and out we ran
Through fire and bullets, blood and sand
Soldiers, Heros, to a man
A man
Each man

Though I 
I am but one man
Together we’ll stand
For freedom, love, and liberty
And for
The love of all men
This hate cannot stand
Suffered, lamented bitterly
In flames, it will be history

Love stands on
Red sands for
All man to
See, and
Hate falls when
Good calls on
Us all to
Unity

Love stands on...

And in no time, we sailed away
Though precious few of us remained
No prayers or tears were spent in vain
In vain

Now as I sit here old and grey
I’m never too far from that day
Or from the souls who there did stay
Flag raised
Always

Though I...

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