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Limboland

by The Stanfields

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1.
A line was drawn in the sand By a fool with a big stick and tiny hands Promised a wall, talked about greatness And dared to speak for me I’m not afraid of the world I’m not afraid of the world I’m afraid of big money The cold one percent Casting me out when I can’t pay the rent Claiming the high ground when everything’s spent But I’m not afraid of the world I’m not afraid of the world A line was drawn in the sand By a fool who claimed to be freedom’s last stand Tore up accords, arrested the neighbours And dared to speak for me I’m not afraid of the world I’m not afraid of the world I’m afraid of big talkers who act like they know Sacrifice, struggle and life down below The dizzying heights of the status quo But I’m not afraid of the world I’m not afraid of the world As midnight approaches An ominous cry from the wolves on the hill And the hawks in the sky Turn plowshare to sword! Turn letters to lead! Now enough with the discourse And bring out your dead! Sleep in the knowledge That somebody poorer than you Is fodder for another useless war Waged upon children Smote from afar By a hellfire volley and a victory cigar. I’m not afraid of the world It’s afraid of me
2.
Desperation 03:07
Am I a lover? Am I a breeder? Lost in the details Raised on the bomb Stuck on the ceiling Making up someone’s numbers For an overdose That's the sound of desperation That's the sound of desperation A violent equation from the cloud That’s the sound of desperation That’s the sound of desperation A federation craving something loud From a tone that someone paid to play On a martyr’s radio Struck by the lightning Bored by the thunder Somebody’s feelings Were hurt by a post Empty of meaning But chock-full of stones and daggers That were thrown by a ghost That’s the sound of desperation That's the sound of desperation A violent presentation for the crowd That’s the sound of desperation That’s the sound of desperation Panic and persuasion playing loud From a tone that someone paid to play On a martyr’s radio Am I a lover? Am I a breeder? Am I a vampire or succulent bleeder? I would be anything For anyone - at any time - in any place Be a bright light in a briefcase Or a fighter for a safe space For the hopeless - for the punters For the gatherers and the hunters The desperate many holding on tonight. For the desperate many holding on tonight For the desperate many holding on tonight
3.
A devil is dancing in the gloam With twilight eyes and cloven chrome The master of the masquerade Put a lantern in the window Put a lantern in the window He preys on the weak - he feeds on the lame And snarls at those who utter his name As an omen of dark days to come Put a lantern in the window Put a lantern in the window For those without a voice Who languish in the shadows For those without a choice Put a lantern in the window Put a lantern in the window A devil is dancing in the wake Of a broken land he means to take By force of will and grand acclaim Put a lantern in the window His silken tongue is savage and bold Slithering sweet and a sight to behold When you retire to your bed tonight Put a lantern in the window Put a lantern in the window For those out in the cold Who linger in their sorrow For those outside the fold Put a lantern in the window Put a lantern in the window Lest you awake to a world that is gone A piece at a time in the hours before dawn Embers and ashes where monoliths stood A devil presiding o’er all that is good Laughing in your face And basking in his bank roll For those who fall off the pace Leave a lantern in the window Leave a lantern in the window And brace yourself for the end times But keep your hearts aglow
4.
The time has come for real life To kick you in the teeth With the fury of a million bombs On gridlock underneath The words that warn are left to chance Drifting in the breeze With a mess of dinosaur bones From faceless factories Your flag won’t save you anymore Keep the ocean from rising up and Washing away the shore Keep the sun from bearing down upon The heads of the idle poor Your flag won’t save you anymore Your flag won’t save you anymore The time has come for a wake up call But you’re addicted to the dream Of convenience - right and wrong And a full blown enemy Down on four and dead to rights No hero in the wings No electric starring role In the modern sport of kings Your flag won’t save you anymore Keep the baying mob from rioting On the winding road to war Keep the blood from raining down upon The heads of the riled poor Your flag won’t save you anymore Your flag won’t save you anymore The time has gone to make it right The fallout and the tears There’s a reckoning coming on With blood stained souvenirs Your flag won’t save you anymore Keep the plutocrats from lining up To harvest away the core Of a world hell bent on going out With a whimper - not a roar Your flag won’t save you anymore Your flag won’t save you anymore
5.
Lost in a haze of battered steel Factory corpses - fallow fields Made to reap what others sowed An imminent banquet for the crows The taste of rain knows not your tongue The sound of laughter - stranger still Carolina - do you long for the grandeur Of another age when mountains moved upon command? Before the bomb rendered soil into sand Do you believe that gods or men Led you to this viper den? The wilderness cares not for qualms Trivial flags and broken psalms Still you crave old tired lines You poor bag of bones in a tattered coat Carolina, do you long for an answer? The answer lays in the wicked hearts of humankind Swept up in the craze of a layman’s grand design Critical mass and cruel machines Raped the earth in unity Clinked their glasses - claimed a win They played you like a violin In the dying symphony’s Final opus, you’re a star Carolina, do you long for a future Praying for rain for the farmer in the dell Or spitting out nails on a broken carousel?
6.
Light 03:37
They said that I was a heathen A leper and Luddite There once was a time I believed them Now I’m clothed in golden light Light - Light Won’t let the crones come down on me They fled to their holds and their havens With their lovers gold and wines And left me to my own devices In the glow of golden light Light – Light - Light Won’t let the crones come down on me When you the rot the night away - the pain is dull Take the sullen pride away - what’s left is null Will you find another way around the sun? Live to die another day by writ or gun?
7.
Let It Run 03:38
When the sun goes down We roll up all of the sidewalks We lock our doors - we lose our minds And the neighbours do the same From somewhere across the airwaves Blood flows through our living room screens Entertain us we say Let it run – Let it run – Let it run Let it run – Let it run – Let it run It’s the same old song and dance That puts us to bed at night And the same old chemicals That bring us back to life Somewhere across the city A vagrant soul is bleeding out In a chorus we say Let it run – Let it run – Let it run Let it run – Let it run – Let it run I’m a lion wound up when it doesn’t matter I’m a liar bound up when something’s at stake I beat my chest and shrivel In my corner of Limboland With a chip on my shoulder And a gun in my hand To build my walls higher – build them higher Build them higher – build them higher Build them higher – c’est la vie It’s not that I’m coward without any feelings It’s not that I don’t wish that I could change the world It’s just that I'll get swept away When shit creek overruns its banks Hear the rich man say Let it run – Let it run – Let it run From miles away Let it run – Let it run – Let it run On a holiday Let it run – Let it run – Let it run Give me disarray! Let it run – Let it run – Let it run Over truffle soufflé Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
8.
Total Black 04:15
When you left - I was done I was broken clean in two With overflowing pockets and A well appointed empty home Was it all for nothing dear? Curse this wicked tongue of mine For the hurtful words that flowed And burned as only poison can In my mind I’m a wreck But on the surface I’m the typical Shell of spit and steel Built to win and scared to be alone When you left I wasn’t there I was chasing a great white whale Of my own invention On the lash and taking on all comers Those who tread upon my path Those who dared to call me out Those who said I couldn’t do a thing With the hand I was dealt All I saw was total black All I felt was pinpricks in my pride All I ever wanted was to win And never be alone When I lay down tonight with another nameless lover I’ll think of you despite being in the arms of another This lesson I have learned will see me to my grave This burden is well earned I’m eternally its slave
9.
There’s a light shining through the scars Of a million tired souls Kindled in the heart of us all From a flame can come a witch’s fire Or a warm hearth in a blizzard Calling us in from the darkness The golden age has come and gone So-called progress marches on The best of all things in the worst of all times The future is here - all nickels and dimes The same old story sells itself Class and conduct - labour and wealth Waiting in their station for a train that’ll never come So many times - I found myself at odds With the words of self-styled kings But I had not the strength to deny them And other times - I tried to still the waters Running canyons in my mind But I only managed to get in my own way But I dare to hope that the clouds will break And the good sun will prevail To burn away the cruel fog of war And turn the scorched earth green They can nail me to the pearly gates And salve my wounds with lye They can do many things But they won’t make a fool out of me. There’s a life carved out in the stars For a billion burdened souls Waiting around to die On the day you stand to meet your maker Be it a god or Mother Nature Can you say that lived the right way? Can you say it?
10.
How long is the Road? How long is the Road? That leads me to the promised mother lode Where I can be free to mend my tired bones And lay my head to rest How long is the road How much do I owe? How much do I owe? My mouth is dry and all my blood is sold Am I being played by the quick-tongued predators? By the going market rate How much do I owe? How do you sleep? How do you sleep? When you know what’s yours is someone else’s keep How can you frame the victim as the cause? When you turn the lamp down low How do you sleep? How long is the Road? How long is the Road? That leads me to the promised mother lode Where I can be free to mend my tired bones And lay my head to rest How long is the road How will I live? How will I live? I’m all tapped out with no more fucks to give This is a case of survival If I make it home tonight How will I live? How long is the Road? How long is the Road? That leads me to the promised mother lode Where I can be free to mend my tired bones And lay my head to rest How long is the road How long is the Road? How long is the Road? That’s driving me to sensory overload Where I can be safe to call on someone if I fall? I’ve no idea how long it takes to walk at my own pace How long is the road?
11.
Blow Winds Blow Bring a howling rage Bring to me the sanity That I so dearly crave Here I sit in the darkness Here I am bound in chains A shadow of my former self ‘ere little else remains My mind is a field fallen fallow In the morning I shall swing from the gallows Blow Winds Blow Beyond all pale and ken Carry me across the sea Where I’ll be free again To live a life of virtue Free from tax and tithe To build upon the shred of hope That’s keeping me alive My soul’s a dying river Black and shallow In the morning I shall swing from the gallows Blow Winds Blow A bitter northern gale Bring to me the bravery To face my end with hale To shed nary a tear As I face down the horde Gathered on the village green To reap a grim reward With looks upon their faces Cold and sallow In the morning I shall swing from the gallows What once the land that beckoned me home Is now but cinder and scheme What once was domain of pirate and lord Is now the American Dream. What once was a land of promise and hope Is now but cinder and scheme What once was domain of tyrant and crown Is now the American Dream

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We finished this record at the north pole. Calen took lots of pictures. No one licked the wolf.

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released March 23, 2018

Recorded at Codapop Studios, Halifax NS and CFS Alert, North Pole

Producer - Jon Landry
Engineer - Jason Jenkyns
Mix - Darren Van Niekerk @ Iron Tulip Audio
Additional Engineering - Trevor DeSouza
Mastering - Noah Mintz @ Lacquer Channel
Album Artwork and Layout - KT Lamond
Original Photos - Calen Kinney
Executive Producer - Ian McKinnon, GroundSwell Music

All songs written and performed by The Stanfields

With

Maggie MacDonald - Vocals on "Total Black"
Cassie MacDonald - Fiddle on "Total Black"

Andrew MacKelvie - Saxophone (tracks 4, 9, and 10)
Andrew Jackson - Trombone (tracks 4, 9, and 10)
Paul St-Amand - Trumpet (tracks 4, 9, and 10)

Horn Arrangements by Ian Bennett with Calen Kinney

Caroline Murphy, Sarah Atkinson and Jack Murtha skipped work and clapped on Carolina Reaper.

Dedicated to Carlton Munroe - brother, fighter and friend.

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The Stanfields are a Canadian rock music group, based in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

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