BAD TIME STORIES

by The Boy Who Cried Wolf

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BAD TIME STORIES is an 8 track album, released by Fading Halo Records, that marks the debut of hardcore band The Boy Who Cried Wolf (Romania-Constanta/Bucharest).

The Boy Who Cried Wolf formed in Bucharest, as two local bands (CHESTER & Breathelast) collided, in rehearsal spaces and gigs, soon to be joined by Alex (Backstage Hero / PZFI) and Şerban-Ionuţ (White Walls).

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released 06 May 2013
by Fading Halo Records
www.fadinghalorecords.com?page_id=586
Recording / Mixing / Mastering by Marius Costache
mariuscostache.ro
BAD TIME STORIES / Recorded @ Next Dog Studio
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Cover / Song Art by FRAM

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Track Name: It's Just A Rebel, Sir !
I feel betrayed, all those people i thought i knew,
Are gone behind the curtains of a selfish man..
Who used to care, who cares to know..
I bet that when they laugh at me , they glow..

It's just a rebel, Sir !..

Storm seems to settle, eyes cler up..
Perception in the ballanced arms of none..
My judgemenet is a soulless creature..
A trial by a fire they build from your bones..

It's just a rebel, Sir !..

A lot more where that fucking came from..
Unless you make this war, your HOME.
Track Name: Home
Looks like I’m taking these streets to my grave
I’m out of love for your fucking ways… yeah…
I become nothing, once again..
My pillow’s only bed, is just above my head..
Black tide rising.. I’m hiding from the dead,
There’s no crumbs of bread… and no way back home..
There’s no way back home.
Looks like I’m treading your dead waters, on and on… no..
I become nothing, once again..
My pillow’s only bed, is just above my head..
Black tide rising.. I’m hiding from the dead,
There’s no crumbs of bread…and no way back home..
There’s no way back home.
The proper pattern is down right distorted..
From all the corrupted lines..
We need now, a way back to surface..lower the guidelines…
We’ll behave, we’ll behave, we’ll behave..
We’ll behave.
It won’t matter in the end..
We’ll behave, we’ll behave..
It won’t matter in the end..
The proper pattern is down right distorted..
From all the corrupted lines..
Lives… lives… we’ll behave.
Track Name: Ghost Riders (Flame On, Scumbags!)
Flame on, scumbags !..
I hear a silenced break..
We just run and play, outside..
We pay our way through fire.. fire !
But we like to listen to the rain..
We ride.. black odds..
My black thought, tonight.
No silver lining, just your corpse..
I just fucking realized,
This day... my new favourite..
My new favourite.. Worst !
My new favourite...
We take the sunset, we are gosts,
Filling the space we love the most
Our emtpy hearts, our broken bones.
Track Name: The Boy Who Cried Wolf
I am the shepherd’s voice, the one that wasn’t meant to be,
And now, you turn away.. don’t you need me ?...
I take it all in, I move like shadows , in the deep..
You’ll never rest, no sleep, because of.. me
The boy who cried wolf, No way around me,
I’ll take all form of life, down.. Bring me to higher ground,
Inhale the rhythm, Bring the lies to surface.. In one sound.

I don’t belong here, I think I never did..
All this wasted sand, we forgot to breathe
I take it all in, I move like shadows , in the deep..
You’ll never rest, no sleep, because of.. me

The boy who cried wolf, No way around me,
I’ll take all form of life, down..

Avoiding is a prelude to a comeback,
We all have our own ways,
But none of us deserve the struggle,
Of realigning the decay,
It falls apart, the love, the game,
The simple fading..
When everything repeats itself,
We’re only dying every day.
Track Name: Swamps
You too will walk this path,
Through mushrooms spores and lichen..
You will get lost, you’ll dry your voice,
Your eyes, ever deceiving..
On muddy waters, beneath the landscape rust…
Into the deluge, into the fray,
So far away, rotting dusk..
All these creatures living in the swamps,
Are sick and tired of the cunts, claiming even ground,
When they don’t know the sound…
Of mud under your feet..
You say our hearts bleed blue,
But our veins pump it black.. well, that’s true..
May we share your blame, of losing our path..
As we dare, pull on roots and vines,
Until you’re also, forced to climb..
You too will walk this path !
You too will rot away !
Your eyes !.. Your eyes !..
Deceiving me today , for the last time..
The swamps can make you..
Earn your waking, accept your reach..
Your thirst quenched by the stitch,
Of walking all the bitter miles,
You preached.
Track Name: Inverted Queen
Pierce the lace, this skin is way too tight
And i am such a sucker for the friction..
Silken ropes around your greatest hopes,
Bent on a mission for submission...
You see i always knew, you were the type to bring
A loaded gun to a knife party...
Swing, little bird, swing
In spite of broken wings..
Sing, little bird, sing
Tonight’s sorrows and dreams,
Oh, you’ll sing to please this jaded king
Sing, little bird, sing..

And i’ll be back to get some...

You are the courtesan, kissing and slitting the throat,
A paper one too many times folded
An ever changing universe,
Imploding.
Track Name: John McClane
If you push us back, we will defend our home,
If you push us back, we will belong,
To a feeling , you are dead wrong..
Dead wrong.

I feel a breach..
For every bruise, I know a name…
We’re dodging rapid fire,
We need fucking John McClane…
We need fucking John McClane !

Bread crumbs, to lure you to your dirt nap,
Bullets, for your safety, you do the math..
And we all come back for a little more..
We need it, we want it all..
Track Name: End
Where was their hope when they were facing the four colors
Where was their hope, that kind destroyer with a smile
The pale crown and its horrid tribulations
To kill and rule with sword, hunger, death and bittering denial.
With one foot on the sea, and one foot on the land
Cry your secrets and mistery onto them..
Star from the heavens, to the bottomless pit
let them find the knowledge, may you forge their key.
Look the other way, your children gone astray..
And from the womb which once held life,
Destruction came.
Steal one last glance from the planes of blood and strife,
So sure to climb the frail walls of the kingdom,
And it snuck upon them like a thief into the night,
Staining them all, giving way for the end, to unfold..
Look the other way, your children gone astray..
And from the womb which once held life,
Destruction came.
Look the other way, your children gone astray,
And from the womb which once held life,
Destruction came..
Destruction came..
This is the end and i know,
We won’t take anymore..
Take anymore..