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SHOWDOWN


Artist: Patrick Power
Artist's Description
A story of a person finding himself.

Genre(s): Rock
Mood(s): Aggressive, Anthemic, Industrial
Style(s): Film Noir
Language(s): English
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SHOWDOWN

By Patrick Power
The bars they are all closed now, the band sang the blues
A bargain bottle of gut rot nothing left to lose
He stole my name
Look up from the gutter lost in confusion
Through the bottom of the bottle see the final solution
High upon a distant hill in the middle of nowhere
Who’ll love me now

He stole my name

They called me the bad one, a real badass
Driven outa town I stepped on the gas
Carrying a loaded gun for him who took my name
Suffered the pointing fingers, the dirty fingers of blame
And beneath a dirty piss yellow sun shouldered the scar of shame

He stole my name

I’ll hunt him down running on solid ground
I’ll hunt him down calling through the realm of sound
I’ll shoot him dead
Just to watch him die
Yeah, I’ll shoot him dead
Just to watch him die

I saw that myself today, and that dirty stain of Cain
I had to walk away, couldn’t stand what I became
Staring back at me in the mirror of my mind
The dirty bloodied face of him I gotta find

He stole my name

Blood and fear rushed over me, put away my loaded gun
Dropped down to my knees and prayed to the father’s son
Lord! Lord, lord, what have I become?
But no answer ever came, for this man without a name
This man forever marked, forever marked with the stain of Cain

He stole my name

Paced the cheap motel room, pulled out my loaded gun
Pulled on my graveyard boots, went out on the run
Searching for the man, the man who took my name
And place upon his head that dirty stain of Cain

He stole my name

I’ll hunt him down running on solid ground
I’ll hunt him down calling through the realm of sound
I’ll shoot him dead, just to watch him die
Yeah, I’ll shoot it dead, just to watch him die
Yeah, I’ll watch him die

I crossed that river dirty wide
Fear and hate tattooed on my side
Scrambled up that hill one thing on my mind
And in my fist the name, the name of him I gotta find

He stole my name

I ran up that muddy hill poisoned blood pounding there
Ran up that heartbreak hill gasping for freedoms air
He stole my name
Revenge blocked out the shadowed night
My own deception killed the haloed light
He stole my name
He stole my name

On top of that cold, cold high burial mound
Summoned the spirits from the realm of sound
Face to face him and me
The dirty mirrored face of my enemy
He stole my name
I got buck naked chanting like a brave
There I buried my old soul, and danced on its grave
I took him down
Yeah, I took him down
Danced upon his grave
I danced upon his grave
Danced upon his grave

The bars are all closed now
The band have sung the blues
I turn my face to the wind
Nothing left to lose
Who’ll love me now?

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