Authentic Murder Folk

by South County Messenger Service

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This is Authentic New England Murder Folk.

Recorded in the wooded border of Mass. and NH, these tracks of bank robbers, murderers, and thugs, represent a small sampling of the New England anti-folk spin off: Murder Folk.


released February 24, 2010

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Track Name: Get Even (Demo)
Me, my girl
and my girl's gun.
We rob banks
live out lives on the run.
Pushing too hard
on the land of the free
Get back at them
for messing with me.

This is a hold up
Let's get those hands in the air
This is a stick up
We need no heroes here

Me, my girl
her idea of fun.
We eat a lot of dust
in the Texas sun.
We ain't Robin Hood
or Maid Marianne.
Bullets cost money
grab as much as you can.

Mean John Law
bares a hell of grudge.
Kill some of them
so they kill one of us.
He ain't nothin'
but a cowardly rat.
Thinks he's brave
for the lead in our back.

Me, my girl
and the way we were done.
We robbed banks
lived life on the run.
Plans of mice and men
all riddled with holes.
Wanna live this life?
You don't get very old.
Track Name: Emily (Demo)
Knuckles scraped and sore
malfunctioning machine
lay one out on the killin' floor
got nothin' 'gainst my Emily

what have you done?

Heifer whines in the dead of night
cold steel on bones
those screams just don't sound right
welcoming the unknown

what have you done?

Caught in a mess like this
blood on your sleeve
they'll come for you one day
stand by your deeds

what have you done?

we need blood
everyone does
this nice clean work
is not so tough

They'll come for you one day
Let them bloody try

what have we done?
Track Name: Two Fists (Demo)
Two Fists
Made of bone and meat
I got big gaps
where my teeth don't meet
I been in Lotsa' brawls
but tasted no defeat
with them slack jaws
down on lonely street

come on come on come on it's on

Switch blade
and a hangman's rack
I got a lead pipe
you better watch your back
I got some poison
and a scully cap
when the dead rise
I'm gonna send 'em back

come on come on come on it's on