He don’t know the kind of things he needs to know
Head in tow and what we need is apropos
Heroes grow from red to green we see below
Then we show some laser beams then bring ‘em home
Lazy bones hit the mind
All we know: his and mine
Ample size - his little brain was his demise
A million tries, the kind of thing that kings despise
A bad surprise made him say his last goodbyes
We watched the skies; a happy kind of sacrifice
Too much information
Too much anxiety
Too much medication, baby,
Low philosophy
Have you got the number?
Have you got the fee?
Tell me where in God’s green hell
lies all this sorcery
Formal education
What everybody sees
What everybody knows and loves
What everyone believes
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Heavy blues/stoner rock. This baby rocks from start to the very end. Excellent guitar from riffs to solos. Vocals are clean and suit the music to a tee very impressive. They remind me of the band Crooked Hook. lloydd
supported by 9 fans who also own “Lazy Bones Hit The Mind”
Merchants of Death summon the spirits of the proto-metal heyday, fixating on raw tone, brute blues, wicked harmonies, and balmy Texas groove. 1975 called and they're standing outside your front window watching you rock the F out to the new Peth album. Bucky
West Virginia trio showcase strident country rock anchored in bold, anthemic songcraft and deliciously twangy tones. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2024