Physical Copy of Native Wildlife's debut EP "American Mischief"
Comes in Cardboard Sleeve. Album Artwork is printed on CD itself. Instant digital download included.
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Split CD of our debut EP American Mischief(excluding A Monster, A Tempest) and Last Chance For You all the way from Russia.
Printed on a BEAUTIFUL 3-panel gatefold jacket. Pick one up and learn Russian.
Includes unlimited streaming of American Mischief
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$5USDor more
lyrics
I heard her walk out the door – So I followed, calling her name.
My mother doesn’t sleep these days.
She’s been trying desperately to hold smoke that she still thinks is flame.
But it’s drifting away.
“You’ve got to be a man now,” was all he said to me that day.
“Care for your sister, and say your prayers before you sleep.”
Then he packed his bags, and went out overseas.
It wasn’t long at all ‘til I learned to drink.
(After all,) I’m my father’s son, not the man he was.
But she still hears his voice, each time I speak.
He sacrificed for friends and family… but that ain’t me.
All she remembers is the letter they sent.
It said he’d been missing almost three whole weeks.
She still swore he’d make it home okay.
She still thinks he will. It’s this goddamn disease.
Old man was out earning medals while my mother got sick at home.
It almost broke her heart, you know -- when he sent back pictures of those geisha girls.
“You’ve got to be a man now,” was all he said to me that day.
“Care for your sister, and say your prayers before you sleep.”
Then he packed his bags, and went out overseas.
I’m my father’s son, not the man he was. (I’m not the man he was.)
(He’s safe now. And quiet, underground.)
Take her down to his headstone. “Your husband came home years ago.
The war couldn’t take him, but the cancer did.” He ain’t never coming back.
Deathdealer. is a filthy bass and drums duo. Check it out if you like Death From Above 1979 but wish they were like 20000 times heavier. Native Wildlife
Brilliantly unhinged hardcore-inspired songs that splinter expectations to smithereens with their split-second rhythm changes & wild vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 28, 2022