Gypsy

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How the fuck are you 18 Tommy? Favorite track: Warchild.
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Feature 2 new tracks; 'Razorblade' and 'Witches'. Also includes, 2016 remixes of 'Warchild' and 'True Lies'

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released July 15, 2016

Tommy-Vocals/Guitar
James-Bass
Billy-Drums

ALL TRACKS WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY T. ADAMSON
TRACKS 1/2: Recorded and mixed by Daniel Antix @ Lockup Studios
TRACKS 3/4: Recorded and mixed by Daniel Antix @ Def Wolf Studios
PHOTOGRAPHY: MICK STEWART

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Track Name: Warchild
Ride by the guide of moonlight
The stars are out tonight
Senora de Santa Muerte
Is watching by his side
Rumours grow of the Warchild
Tales spread by word of mouth
The rider cloaked and horsebound
A journey to the south

Cross the swamplands
O’er the prairie
Moving Closer
Riding Closer
Cross the dirt plains
Through the valleys
Rides a man with a one track mind
Aim for the goal and leave the rest behind

Meanwhile across the desert
A fight is brewing there
The battle now commencing
Gunpowder scents the air
Pistol and rifle fire
The maelstrom has begun
And then into the battle
The Warchild riding strong

Cross the hummocks
Through the basins
Moving Closer
Riding Closer
Cross the battle
Over corpses
Rides a man with a one track mind
Aim for the goal and leave the rest behind

Hot knives gleam in the moonlight
Blades sent out from his hands
The sound of blood is flowing
And bodies hit the sand
The moon is slowly fading
Soon comes the break of day
Sun glowing from the horizon
And the Warchild rides away

Cross the hummocks
Through the basins
Moving Closer
Riding Closer
Cross the battle
Over corpses
Rides a man with a one track mind
Aim for the goal and leave the rest behind
Track Name: True Lies
Do I know your name?
Have I met you before?
I don’t think I’ve seen this place
But I know just what’s in store
Now I know who you are
By looking in your eyes
I’ve got the skill to separate
What is true and what are lies

Think that I don’t know the truth
I’ll never know what you’ve done
Well two can play at that game
Cos I know more than I lead on

Open your eyes
Let me past your disguise
I see the lies
But I know the truth behind

Past all that’s said and done
Not much escapes my sight
Words mean so little for
I can tell what is right
Now I know who you are
By looking in your eyes
Do you think you could deceive?
Someone whose seen inside your mind

Looks like the tables have turned
When I know of your past
Try to hide, try to deny it
But I’m looking through your looking glass

Open your eyes
Let me past your disguise
I see the lies
But I know the truth behind

While sitting waiting for a new day
I stare across the barren plains
So many thoughts are heard in my head
There is no cure for the pain
For 80 years I’ve known the future
And every part of days gone by
I cannot stop clairvoyant teachings
The words ring out now in my mind

The thought of every living being
Is being played within my head
I could not save the world from dying
I choose to block it out instead

And with early hours crawling
The birdcall echoes through the trees
But in the scale of all occurring
Small things just don’t mean much to me


Born to the seventh son
Foretelling destiny
Mark bearer, chosen son
To suffer truths that haunt me
Given the power of the psychic mind
Thought to be a gift at first
Yet with time it’s understood
That’s the gift proved to be a curse

Only few have ever lived
Through such eternal strife
Transmitted voices of all thought
Have caused most to take their own lives

Open your eyes
Let me past your disguise
I see the lies
But I know the truth behind
Track Name: Razorblade
Life can be a tiresome game as I already know
I know how it feels to have had enough
Fate like an iron fist delivering every blow
It can be a challenge just to stay up

When you wish upon a star
You’re only lying to yourself
And you probably won’t go too far
When you trust in what you do
And put faith in your own heart
Only then will your dreams come true

Life is a razorblade
And you’re walking on the edge
You better watch your step boy
Lest you fall
Sometimes you win but then
Sometimes you’re gonna lose
You better keep an ear out
For fate to call

Empty seats at the show tonight you know I’ve seen that before
I’ve really got to reason to feel proud
Hollow faces greet my gaze from the corners of the room
As I throw my heart out to the crowd

Now that time is running out
Although the heart knows what it wants
It feels like all just rushing about

Life is a razorblade
And you’re walking on the edge
You better watch your step boy
Lest you fall
Sometimes you win but then
Sometimes you’re gonna lose
You better keep an ear out
For fate to call

I’ve got too many vices to take care of
For my throat it is feeling dry yeah, and just look at how bright she burns tonight

Come together, for I feel the time is right
Just look at Sirius and how she shines alight

You’re just a razorblade

You’re just a razorblade
You’re just a razorblade, my love
Track Name: Witches
Through the empty lamp lit streets walks evil incarnation
Beware satanic leaders of a darkened delegation
Stay inside on this night for somethings evil’s moving
Fog, like fingers grasping hard from underneath the paving

Run for cover
Don't make a sound
Cry and pray so
You won’t be found

Creeping round each corner, searching for their pray
Eager for a sacrifice, fulfilling evil ways
Looking through each bedroom window, watching children sleep
In need of bloody ritual, they find one they can keep

Run for cover
Don't make a sound
Cry and pray so
You won’t be found

You run
To hide
As the death knell
Starts to chime

Sleep like fingers warm around my, mind is drifting slowly, by night
Wind calls through the trees outside my, bedroom window that adorns my
Walls of logical conclusion, crumbling in my mind, illusion
Liturgy of Hell’s disciples, followed by a scream and waking scared

Walking cross the common green I’m drawn by distant chanting
Deeper through the English oaks the street behind me fades away
Up ahead the scene grows clear, brought to light by fire
The circle chant grows loud with power; the virgin blood is spilt on unholy ground