The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (1st edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (2nd edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks, complete with beautiful live photography by Stone Fenk (www.stonefenk.com) and made with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (3rd edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - “Die On Mars” 4th edition CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units: 6 panel digipacks made with 100% recycled materials.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
Tonight we go to lovers leap,
Only loving those who smoke,
Asking father for forgiveness,
Killing every blanket of certainty.
Shouting "please", I called upon your angels
They couldn't even answer, I sat on the line.
This is want i want to feel! The sound of glass!
(They say what you wanna hear)
Sing the brittle hymn, be filled with eternal light!
A student of your own safety, ever changing
Tonight we take the lovers sleep
(Make up the goddam dinner table)
Blood splatter would reveal me
(Sing the brittle hymn)
Killer of all my certainty
(Draw the cocaine star)
On the black ice
Lead us not into over-complication,
Trash talking to the non-existent camera,
My half-cocked journalistic endeavors,
My black helicopters and CIA scanners,
It's
1 to 2 over under on the drama queen, laying on their floor, trying to Sleep until
Thursday when they wake up fine, sending life-ending shit through a Screen and a smile
You can leave me on the line with a blank, you can leave me on the tile Floor, and you can say there's so much hell here, but you don't know The fucking half
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego