J.Smo of BUNKS joins forces with C Bret of Stephenson Rd to create this unique sounding track about Angelo's Breakdown. Based on true events, this story and the engaging instruments behind it will leave chills running deep. Recorded and mixed at Small Barn Sound in Hillsboro, Tennessee.
His place was on the other side of the corn field about a eighth of a mile down the road. It was a great old log cabin that was over 300 years old. The owners had asked him to move. He was months behind on the rent and everyone was sure he was “on that meth”…
Well, homie said he had squatters rights, so they sent the sheriff… He swore he would get even but nobody ever thought…
So, I’m chillin’ with Kevin K at Small Barn Sound. It’s kinda late and the 4-year-old, Fred, has been sent to bed a few times already. The door creaked open and Fred poked his head in he kinda sauntered over to me and says “there’s one more thing.”
“Now son…” I started
“I love you, Dad”
Ah, derailed :)
I sent him on to bed but just as he got to the door he turned, “oh yeah, I almost forgot, Earlier, I saw a fire in the woods.”
What?
I saw a fire in the woods
Huh? Where? Can you point to it?
He pointed toward the neighbor’s. Looking out the window I glimpsed a rather large bonfire, so we stepped out to the porch.
Just as we focused, the fire burst from the widows and doors of the magnificent cabin. Seconds later the upstairs windows blew
Tail lights were seen leaving the scene; they were of the same make as the crazy neighbor’s. I dialed the sheriff and they called the fire brigade...http://www.stephensonrd.com
lyrics
born in the decade of greed,
i don’t touch any paper unless it’s colored green,
i’m on a mission, you could call it a dream,
i don’t care where it ends, i’m trying to live in the scenes,
portrayed by these commericals I see on the screen,
all my life i’ve been fed all this bull,
but what can i do? cause i’m stuck in the school,
CIA gave us crack, get a profit, give it back,
now i’m stuck inside the game contribute negatives to stacks,
and now they lovin’ meth so i’m feeding the people,
missing the days that I spent under steeples,
where is God in all this mess?!
i can’t handle all this stress,
but these dead presidents, give me what I want best,
so i’m flying down this road, high life living large,
got the fiends by the ankles, finally i’m in charge,
but it’s not what I want, it’s not the life i expected,
i just wanted respect, but they’ll never collect it,
i just got what they want, another drug to they addiction,
never in my life could i make this prediction,
i can’t take any more, death starts with incisions,
now it’s time to make decisions, baby, change up the mission,
end it all doesn’t seem a bad religion…
remember the days i was a pyromaniac?
and on the 4th of July, i was ready to attack?
now the fire burns deeper, yeah, this demon; he’s a creeper,
put the flame to the wood, it couldn’t be cheaper,
it’s my only way out, i’m weighed down by my doubts,
my soul’s begging to shout!
i can’t take it any more, let this house burn down!!
this is my breakdown…
let this house burn down, this is my breakdown…
let this house burn down, this is my breakdown…
credits
from Purgatory,
track released December 4, 2015
"Angelo's Breakdown" by Stephenson Rd
Vocals by J.Smo of BUNKS
Recorded at Small Barn Sound, Tennessee
Mixed and Mastered by C Bret
(p) Unlimited Sounds Publishing and Distribution, LLC
(c) MPC Recording Company
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