Loaf of Head

by Ice Dragon

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Mitchfynde
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Mitchfynde The dirtiest, hard rockin'-est thing they've ever done. With Ice Dragon, that's really saying something! Favorite track: Yes I Am.
Jessica
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Jessica boston-bluez that makes a gurl swagger and swang Favorite track: Walkin' Tall.
FDJ
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FDJ Ice Dragon never seem to stop making music and sometimes they miss the goal by a mile but on this occasion they bury the ball firmly in the back of the net!
Killer tunes. Favorite track: Walkin' Tall.
Jesse
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Jesse They never cease to amaze, been jamming this one a ton. Favorite track: Livin' in the Goddamn City.
Joecriv
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Joecriv A heavier, more balls-out approach than a lot of Ice Dragon's recent psychedelic works but by jove it really works! This is an excellent counterpart to the serene and tripped out recent album Seeds From a Dying Garden. Favorite track: The Rising Moon, The Setting Sun.
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1.
Yes I Am 04:45
Don't like to walk I'd rather run I like the darkness more than the sun Don't like to talk I'd rather yell If that's a problem man you can go to hell I am a drinkin' man YES I AM Yes I am YES I AM I'm the dirty one YES I AM I'm a bastard son YES I AM I am a lowly dog YES I AM I am a cloud of fog YES I AM Ain't always right but I'm never wrong And I do whatever the fuck I want I like to fight and I never win But I always get a few good shots in I'm an ugly mug YES I AM I am a biker drug YES I AM I am a cross eyed child YES I AM I am a yellow smile YES I AM I am a swingin' noose YES I AM I am a bustin' loose YES I AM A heart of stone and iron fists Yeah I'm a dirty low son of a bitch I got a knife in my pocket and a beer in my hand Now tell me true You really wanna fuck with me man? Etc.
2.
Walkin' Tall 03:56
Leather boots and a jean jacket With my collar up and the pants to match it Come along with me baby and I got the bill No need to ask her twice She knows the deal Been out all night Been feelin' all right Been havin' a good time baby Under those city lights You ain't got nothin' Cuz I got it all And when you see me walkin' baby I'm walkin' tall Feelin' fine as I hit the door You mess around with me man You'll hit the floor Look at the way they starin' You can tell they know Well that's a few bars down And too many to go Been out all night Been feelin' all right Been havin' a good time baby Under those city lights You ain't got nothin' Cuz I got it all And when you see me walkin' baby I'm walkin' tall
3.
Shadow lines form And rotten broken things I saw a child's face as I fell asleep A man leering in through a crack in the wall And nothing much happened It was enough that I saw Why should one create such visions of hell? Inquire on things that no one can know The question unanswered is torment unmatched And man can do nothing but guess
4.
A Song By Hildegarde Hawthorne Sing me a sweet, low song of night Before the moon is risen, A song that tells of the stars’ delight Escaped from day’s bright prison, A song that croons with the cricket’s voice, That sleeps with the shadowed trees, A song that shall bid my heart rejoice At its tender mysteries! And then when the song is ended, love, Bend down your head unto me, Whisper the word that was born above Ere the moon had swayed the sea; Ere the oldest star began to shine, Or the farthest sun to burn,— The oldest of words, O heart of mine, Yet newest, and sweet to learn.
5.
I don't want no sugar It hurts my teeth I'm too old for sweets I need a savory older lady Who can rock me slow and steady That's the kind of lovin' I need I'm sorry to all the girls But I need a lady Well you can call me old You can call me crazy But I like a woman Who knows her mind She knows her man And knows what he likes Etc.
6.
The smell of burnin' oil and gasoline And you can barely see the road out through the sheen Everybody's tryin' ta make ends meet They got 'em packed in tight, they got 'em linin' the streets It's getting cold out in the city We're all alone out in the city There's no room to move, there's no room to breathe You end up shakin' your head and grindin' your teeth There's a kid out pumpin gas in the freezin' cold There's a man who's gotta work until he's eighty years old There's a rich woman yellin' on her telephone She's never had a job she's got a beautiful home It's getting cold out in the city We're all alone out in the city There's no room to move, there's no room to breathe You end up shakin' your head and grindin' your teeth
7.
We lost the fire the smoke went out We have no being no sense of self The air went stale down in our lungs We always knew this day would come The rising moon, the setting sun We walked for miles in white hot snow It burned our face it froze it cold On golden birds flew better men Their rotted teeth and dirty grins The cheerful start the bitter end The cheerful start the bitter end Don't wish us well we're not your friends The rising moon, the setting sun We always knew this day would come

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Written, Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Ron's Wrecker Service
www.facebook.com/ronswreckerservice

Cover Art by Big Billy Hackenkauf ABV

Ron - Vox, and some drums
Carter - Electric Guitars and some bass
Joe - Electric Bass and some guitar
Brad - Mean Drums

“We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”

― Charles Bukowski

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released September 14, 2014

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