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The Soul of America
Ring that liberty bell. Ring it loud and clear so your foes know what guides your heart - honor, dignity, patriotism. The fact that my enemies can’t see - that is exactly why they must be silenced. We will control what we can, but if you’re not with me, you’re against me. Haven’t you read a history book? Don’t you understand? Guns are as American as Freedom. And if you’re against that, you’re fighting 250 years of rebel pride. From the corn mazes, you will hear our screams. From the halls of Capitol Hill, you will feel our impact. And what’s at stake? Nothing but the Soul of America. Absolutely nothing but the soul of America.
When Life Gives You Lemons
We live in fertile soil, watered by child’s blood. You can’t turn without finding a root sealed into the thirsty mechanism, crying for violence - gears grinding in Colorado, Florida, Connecticut, Nevada, Virginia. When opportunity knocks we will be there sucking your community dry, flags brandished like the Fourth of July. It surprises you, doesn’t it? Just how many there are? How many of us would die for this country? How many of us believe in the words, laws, and ideas that make it great? I believe our founding fathers were great men - prophetic men - men who would be ashamed to see how far we’ve declined. If it weren’t for constant feedings, the flower of America would run dry. Have you thought that far? Have you considered the ramifications? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into your enemies’ eyes.
Guns Don’t Kill People
If a man with a family history of social anxiety and isolation decides to kill 12 people with a weapon he bought without a sufficient background check, it’s not the gun’s fault. Gun control advocates want it to be dangerous culturally for you to be a gun owner. They want to otherize you. They want to denormalize you. Their rhetoric isn’t about stopping criminals from getting guns - it’s about stopping legal gun owners from getting together. It’s coming to a state near you. There are no safe states. There are no safe spaces where your second amendment rights are going to be protected if you don’t stand up for them. It’s not the gun’s fault. Guns don’t kill people - Americans kill people.
From My Cold Dead Hands (Words by Charlton Heston)
Every time our country stands in the path of danger, an instinct seems to summon her finest first - those who truly understand her. When freedom shivers in the cold shadow of true peril, it’s always the patriots who first hear the true call. When loss of liberty is looming, as it is now, the siren sounds first in the hearts of freedom’s vanguard. The smoke in the air of our concord bridges and Pearl Harbors is always smelled first by the farmers who come from their simple homes to find the fires and fight. Because they know that sacred stuff resides in that wooden stock and blue steel, something that gives the most common of man the most uncommon freedoms. When ordinary hands can possess such an extraordinary instrument that symbolizes the full measure of human dignity and liberty - that’s why these five words issue an irresistible call to us all. So, as we set out this year to defeat the divisive forces that would take freedom away, I want to say those fighting words for everyone within the sound of my voice to hear and to heed, and especially for you listener. From my cold dead hands.
The Conqueror Worm
The soil is best - wet, quiet, cold. When I’m gone, what will warm my bones? Bury me with my artillery, the most loyal of possessions. Put the lead slugs on my eyes as a toll for Charon. Maybe Styx will lose its calm. We’ll break the waves, and when I get to that infernal shore, even the dead will know fear. As above, so below. As above, so below.
supported by 56 fans who also own “From My Cold Dead Hands”
Always been a fan of Koufar, but this tape is next level. I hadn’t heard this project until now. Also the obvious allusions to Blood Meridian made me gravitate to it. I actually was just quoting The Judge yesterday, making jokes about my pit bull’s inner dialogue. Chuck Rosencrans
supported by 54 fans who also own “From My Cold Dead Hands”
Absolutely strong, black and bitter, like a cup of good old coffee or a properly packed pipe of strong tobacco. The album won't let you go unless you listen through it since the very first minute to the very last one, sunken in the frozen obsydian abyss. 10/10. lanserger22