1. |
Ampalanche
03:51
|
|||
|
Flaming doobs and flaming tubes, smoking out the room
Ampalanche is coming, make a 4x12 your tomb
We got Marshall, Mesa, Laney, Orange, and Fender
Before the wall of power you got no choice but surrender
Ampalanche
Let the speakers roar!
Ampalanche
Turn it up some more!
Well the congregation slowly gathers round
To sacrifice their ears upon an altar made of sound
They did not come to try to save their souls
But just to hear reverberation in their skulls
Ampalanche
Let the speakers roar!
Ampalanche
Turn it up some more!
Monoliths of sonic doom shake fillings in your teeth
Beneath the tolex towers the apes have been released
When the gig is over and your ears are oozing blood
The primates haul their gear like slaves beneath a god
Ampalanche
Let the speakers roar!
Ampalanche
Turn it up some more!
|
||||
2. |
Slave to the Die
07:51
|
|||
|
Mighty as a god
With armor made of steel
I face the goblin horde
And my fate's spinning wheel
Black darts fly, blot the sun from the sky
I care not where they fall for I'm a slave to the die
Is my life a waste
It all depends upon
The number on the face
Of a colored polygon
Hear my foes cry, never knowing why,
I care not for their pain for I'm a slave to the die
(Interlude March of the Goblins)
Do I have a soul
Or am I just a number
Haughtily I roll,
But I hear the distant thunder
I heave a sigh, take an arrow in my eye
Fall with a groan for I'm a slave to the die
|
||||
3. |
Sometimes
08:02
|
|||
|
Sometimes I feel, rode hard, put up wet
other times I feel, that I got no regrets
sometimes I'm up high, flying all around
then I catch on fire, and ride the comet down
Sometimes I feel, I'm full of grace and light
but sometimes the devils keep me up at night
Sometimes I feel that I've been left for dead
other times I find you lovely in my bed
|
||||
4. |
Planck
04:38
|
|||
|
A perfect radiance to guide your mind and soul
Resonators humming, deep through ages old
Mark the books and tune the strings
March of symbols curve that sings
In a tongue unknown
Smoking snow and embers floating in the air
A story lost in fire, in death, and in despair
Fleeting moments lost in time
Small actions wound like twine
The spool unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds
Over the only door, “Du musst glauben”,
Over the only door, “Du musst glauben”,
“Du musst glauben”
“Du musst glauben”
Fleeting moments lost in time
Small actions wound like twine
The spool unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds
It unwinds
|
||||
5. |
Brisket
05:50
|
|||
|
I couldn't sleep on Friday
Too wired to rest, too tired to fight
The dawn was creeping my way
Sprawled out and wasted, what a sight
A dozen empty bottles
Crowding up and beating on my brain
Too late for the brisket
My loss is someone else's gain
Well a pretty girl cut in line
She took the last slice, it was mine
Too late for the brisket
Slept in and fucked around all day
I'm sorry that I missed it
But sometimes that's just the price you pay
Nothing left but sausage
Did what I did, it's only fair
I ain't complaining but
The smell of brisket lingers in the air
Well a pretty girl cut in line
She took the last slice, it was mine
[It's all about the time]
There's honor in persistence
To live to quest another day
A steed to cross the distance
An open path into the fray
I won't forsake the brisket
A quest to fill my empty plate
I reach across the night
To snatch the beef right from the mouth of fate
|
||||
6. |
Nico
03:13
|
|||
|
What will be the color of your hair,
The role you play, the clothes you wear
Dolce Vita, Femme Fatale
Turn your back, upon it all
Let the oceans rise and fall
Through the junk running in your veins
Through your teeth now browned and stained
Your voice rings deep and resolute
Damn the men and damn the flute
Mon art, (la) vengeance sur eux
|
||||
7. |
Alive
06:32
|
|||
|
And so the summer sun
Emerges from her winter grave
A new world has begun
Reflected in the shining waves
See the seabirds dive
And feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
One day a shattered moon
Will rise into the winter sky
The end will come too soon
For everything that lives must die
Yet there still is time
To feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
Feel alive
|
||||
8. |
||||
The Linus Pauling Quartet Houston, Texas
“a core point about the Linus Pauling Quartet isn’t merely that they’re a great psych band, but a great band period, able to
embrace a lot of styles and moods and work them well.”All Music
"Anthemic, stupid and selflessly unrestrained, the LPQ eventually attain self immolation of sorts during the sprawling chaos."-Ptolemaic Terrascope-UK
NOTE 100% of our Bandcamp Sales are donated to charity.
... more
If you like Ampalanche, you may also like:
supported by 16 fans who also own “Ampalanche”
Just a great album, from start to finish. Welcome discovery!
go to album
supported by 14 fans who also own “Ampalanche”
For some reason, what I previewed and the real songs was somewhat different - maybe because of the cover art? But I definitely don't regret something more spacial than expected. The recent Ocean drifting in space.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 6, 2015
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 15, 2023
go to album
Blue Record (Deluxe Version)
by Baroness
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 15, 2023
go to album
Time Travel Dilemma
by Spaceslug
supported by 13 fans who also own “Ampalanche”
No favorite track. All equally outstanding! YES IT'S A FUCKING SHIRT! BUY ONE!
go to album
