For Sale, by East Cameron Folkcore

For Sale

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1.	Robin Hoods Rise 06:13	lyrics	buy track

2.	Humble Pie 04:25	lyrics	buy track

3.	Chasing the Devil 05:00	lyrics	buy track

4.	Salinger is Dead 04:07	lyrics	buy track

5.	Worst Enemy 04:15	lyrics	buy track

6.	Don't Choke 03:59	lyrics	buy track

7.	Ophelia 04:09	lyrics	buy track

8.	Sallie-Mae 05:17	lyrics	buy track

9.	Enemy of the Times 05:49	lyrics	buy track

10.	Director's Cut 03:08	lyrics	buy track

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"A celebratory madness. Music against the system, with brain, heart and clenched fist. – Jörn Schlüter (Rolling Stone Germany - www.rollingstone.de)

“With the means of folk music and the power of punk, ’For Sale’ is like a thunderbolt, that arouses and activates."– Westzeit 5/5 Points (www.westzeit.de)

“Exceptionally tense and dynamic, clearly political and dedicated.” – OX Fanzine 8/10 Points (www.ox-fanzine.de)

“Only rarely music goes under your skin like this.” - SLAM (slam-zine.de)

“The 10-Track Salvo is pure folk, but it burns with the intensity of punk and the defiance of irish rebel songs. It’s a monster sophomore effort.” -Austin Monthly Magazine

”They are possibly the only band to site both Black Flag and Gustav Mahler as an influence.” -American Songwriter Magazine

“You’ll be a few listens deep when Moore’s lyrics crystallize into something discernible and hit you like a bullet. Suddenly, gut-haunt dread gives way to a grokking realization: these words are the chants of a disenchanted generation” -Texas Music Magazine

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FOR SALE is now available through out all of Europe thanks to our German friends at Grand Hotel Van Cleef Records. - www.ghvc-shop.de/von/east-cameron-folkcore

The German release of For Sale includes a new updated master of the record by mastering guru Howie Weinberg and will also include a vinyl release of the record. German imported vinyl can be found at (www.ghvc-shop.de/detail/east-cameron-folkcore-for-sale) as well as at our merch booth at all live shows.

*Artist websites:
(eastcameronfolkcore.com)
(facebook.com/eastcameronfolkcore)
(bandcamp.eastcameronfolkcore.com)

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released September 13, 2013

*Recorded at The Shelter in Austin, TX by Chris Seyler
***(https://www.facebook.com/TheShelterRecording)
*Mastered by Howie Weinberg
***(http://www.howieweinbergmastering.com/)
*Cover Picture By: Marcos Molina
*European Label: Grand Hotel Van Cleef (www.ghvc.de)

BAND LINEUP:
Jesse Moore (guitar, vocals), Blake Bernstein (guitar, vocals, trombone), Kristian Oubre (guitar), Eric Lopez (bass), Aaron Perez (drums), Phil Patterson (mandolin, vocals), Denis O'Donnell (banjo, vocals), Blue Mongean (harmonica, vocals), Mary Beth Widhalm (cello), Allen Dennard (vocals), April Perez (vocals)

For more information on East Cameron Folkcore, contact eastcameronfolkcore@gmail.com ,

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"Big, brash and charming!" -NPR All Songs Considered

"They are possibly the only band to site both Black Flag and Gustav Mahler as an influence." - American Songwriter

"A celebratory madness - music against the system, with brain, heart and clenched fist." - Rolling Stone ... more

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Track Name: Robin Hoods Rise: when everyone lies at the same time
lies become the truth
when everyone lies at the same time
lies become the truth yes they do

dark black clouds of capitalist lies
carrying dark rule to me and you

cause we all hail the thieves
who gladly steal everything
while chaining us poor to their laws
and miss liberty

she lost her eye's years ago
and we'll soon forget her name
she lost her eye's years ago
and we'll soon forget her face

we say no
no more sleeping in the alleys
no no more bloody afternoons
there'll be no more happy ever after
when the Robin Hoods rise and
burn the fools gold

dark black clouds all dressed in blue
carrying dark rule to me and you
dark black clouds all dressed in blue
carrying dark rule to me and you

cause they all hail the thieves
who gladly pay them what they need
while chaining us poor to their whore
miss liberty

she lost her eye's years ago
and we'llsoon forget her name
she lost her eye's years ago
and we'll soon forget her face

we say no
no more sleeping in the alleys
no no more bloody afternoons
there'll be no more happy ever after
when the Robin Hoods rise and
burn the fools gold
Track Name: Humble Pie: i’ve got to find a better way than we do it now
need to answer question that i don't want to find out
like where it is you’re going and just where have you been
how many were here before, how many let you in from the rain
let me in from the rain

now dripping wet with alcohol, searching for a bathroom stall
i can't recall were you there holding me
then where this blood all coming from
i feel fine but just incase please keep me company for a while
i could use some company for a while

while finding lines that someone drew,
stepped over and then we knew
just how much further i had to go
all in all its not that bad, the time we shared the moments had
sad songs we all sang, when you were feeling blue

and if i had the heart, i would wear it on my sleeve
try a build a balance between anger, lust and greed
something to hold onto just to keep me on the ground
something to hide under while the rain is coming down

is there some better way than fate has arranged
i know you’ve tried but little has changed
there’s a mute giant in a hospital bed
a funeral pyre on the street where we lived
oh lord, you're taking things we just can't afford
and everyday you want more and more
seems like everyday you want more and more
yes everyday you want more and more.....
Track Name: Chasing the Devil: I'm chasing the devil tonight
And I've got all my friends by my side
There's no one home to wonder where I am
So I can become the night, me and my red hands

Heavy lies the tide where I pull my head out from
For I am staring down the long barrel of a gun
The shot was fired long ago and now I'm biding my time
I'm scraping through my cheap thrills for twenty dollars a night

And when I caught up to him
He shanked me in my side
As I spit blood he said,
"You have to come close to dying if you want to feel alive."
Track Name: Salinger is Dead: Take me out now with a bottle of pills
just take me out man I can't sit still
take me out now with a bottle a day
just keep me calm keep the doctor's away

Take me home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I want to sustain

In your head mama we scream and we fight
there's dogs in the street now howling at the sky
disillusioned here but not afraid to die
in your head my dear now we scream and we fight

Take me home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I want to sustain

Take me out now with a bottle of pills
just take me out man I can't sit still
take me out now with a bottle a day
just keep me calm keep the doctor's away

Take me home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I want to sustain
Track Name: Worst Enemy: you’re your very own worst enemy
the quintessence of how life’s just not fair
bathe yourself in pity like the salt did to the sea
and pray to god there’s something there

no its not funny anymore
they quit laughing with you long ago
no one’s born a victim like you’ve made yourself to be
you’re your very own worst enemy

there will always be someone to blame
everywhere you’ve been and where you’ll go
people are the same except the faces and the names
and the more you learn the less you really know

and all those empty bottles by the bottom of the bed
do they help to ward off fever dreams
or are they just used as a crutch and an excuse
when things are really much worse than they seem
Track Name: Don't Choke: My faith is born of failure
I know what I know
It drags me down but I tow that line
With a sorrow heavy soul
and, a stone among the coals
there is no escape now from the fire

Don't choke, Don't choke
Move away from me and breathe better
Don't choke, Don't choke
My heart reads like the weather
Don't choke

I was born to a veteran
bitter and dis-eased
I still crawl in the shadow he cast
His violent life left its mark on all our hearts
We buried him with a hole in his chest

Don't choke, Don't choke
Move away from me and breathe better
Don't choke, Don't choke
My heart reads like the weather
Don't choke

At the table of the master
There are birds, beasts and bread
The wine in the cups that flow over
They pour down around my head

With our hearts just how they are
All cut and beat to shit
Our minds, they flow over
Until all we see is black and red
A tightening of the chest
Hold your breath and count to ten
The room is thick with the burden
of wrongs we can't amend

Don't choke, Don't choke
Move away from me and breathe better
Don't choke, Don't choke
My heart reads like the weather
Don't choke
Don't choke, Don't choke
Move away from me and breathe better
Don't choke, Don't choke

my heart is under the weather
Track Name: Ophelia: I was Ahab's first mate
Long before 'ol Ishmael
I was lying in that belly of a whale
For years before and after Jonas tale

I was Christ's first born son
My mother Mary named me Dharma
I was there when Jerusalem fell
and I was Virgil's guide in Dante's Hell

Ophelia don't you judge me from what you see
Ophelia don't you judge me

I hauled stones for the pharaohs tomb
I fought sharks with the Indy doomed
Got my revenge back in '86
With Mundus and Braddick killing a
Monster on the Cricket

I sung songs with the Chicago 8 and
We were still singing when the bomb blew
I was there in the square free but helpless
As I watched the hangman tie each noose

Ophelia don't you judge me from what you see
Ophelia don't you judge me

I've been a pauper
I've been a general's son
I've been a slave picking cotton
I've bled the hate and caressed the love
But it's all just for nothing if for you it's not enough

Ophelia don't you judge me from what you see
Ophelia don't you judge me
Track Name: Sallie-Mae: been bankrupt since twenty-three
i got my references i got my degree
i come from the generation
was fed the lies of a higher education
as meaning something more than debt and decay
all that money and now there's no pay

sallie-mae, sallie-mae
why do you treat me this way?
call me fifty times a day
well i ain't got your money honey
sallie-mae

so i borrowed more than the worth that i am
just following the footsteps of dear old uncle sam
and the lies that we were sold
when capital crack killed the american soul
tell me is that now the worth of a man?
an apathetic number in some greed driven scam?

sallie-mae, sallie-mae
why do you treat me this way?
call me fifty times a day
well i ain't got your money honey
sallie-mae
Track Name: Enemy of the Times: step down from the gallows son
don't be another fool
though this life is yours to lose
they'll fill you with lies boy
and hand you a gun son
yeah they'll send you off to kill
the enemy of the times
yeah they'll send you off to kill
the enemy of the times

tell me are you conscience man
are you self aware?
at least enough to care?
open your eyes boy
and stare into the dark void of the lies
yeah open your eyes and see
the enemy of the times
yeah open your eyes and see
the enemy of the times

well I dreamed of a place
where laughter reigns over everything
and it hides inside the madness
of our minds lost in petty things

This could be the end boy
or this could be the start
just waiting on the spark
change has got to come soon
or we'll all be rotting meat
yeah we'll all turn back to ash
and become the enemy of the times
yeah we'll all turn back to ash
and become the enemy of the times
Track Name: Director's Cut: Let write this life like an old movie script
where the plot holes are filled with the common idea
that everything we receive and give are all one
when you can’t always repair these damages done
to yourself or the people you know
when we all play a part of this traveling show
all the heros, villians, bit cameo parts
where will you stand when that great curtain drops

i hope you know we’re all going to hell
if in fact we’re not already there
i still wish you well

the intermission approaching us to fast
leaves a vague starting point at a last second half
lessons that we all have learned and forgot
as we still see ourselves as something we’re not
through these mirrors which were hung in homes
to try and reflect the fact we’re not alone
in a world where it seems like there’s nobody there
no-one pays attention when even less care

we take lines which were etched on the walls
“Jesus hates your guts” now why can’t we all
and anger was replace with grief, love and pain
the fire went out but the ashes remain

So i hope you know we’re all going to hell
concubines, vagabonds, charlatans carry on
with one voice they yell

they say strike the set
dont leave anything you may regret
for we dont have a say in this director’s cut
we all play our part but we’re all getting fucked

so i hope you know we’re all going to hell
if in fact we’re not already there
then i still wish you well

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