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To the Gills

from Lanterns by Moonraker

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You'll have to pry my cold, dead hands from this wagon.
When the wheels fall off then we'll just have to drag it...

through the desert, the snow, through the streets.
Any way that you feel, mama, rock me to sleep
under the oak tree, under lock and key,
under my feet - a 24 karat gleam.

Do electric sheep dream of alchemy?
Will this iron mask help my iron deficiency?

Keep the pace, keep your heart on fire.
Keep up the chase, keep your hand on the lighter.
They can't see in your lane, they're all wearing blinders
so shoot straight, shoot out their tires!

So we rode a few times over the horizon
til the wheels fell off, til we fell off the wagon.
Not a penny to our name, not a cricket to our soul.
Set the GPS to avoid the high road.

Drink to the gills and fire at will.
If you get yourself killed, leave me the rest in your will.
Then I'll drink to the gills and when i've had my fill,
I'll push your wheel-less wagon to the end of the trail.

credits

from Lanterns, released September 14, 2018
Moonraker is, on this recording:
Nick Schambra - bass/vocals/guitar
David Green - drums/vocals/percussion
Luke Gunn - guitar/trumpet
with Tyler Colton - keys/valve trombone/additional guitars

All songs written by David Green and Nick Schambra

Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Chris Collier

Chris also played some additional guitar noises/sounds and sang some "whoas". Drums recorded at ES Audio in Burbank, California. Everything else recorded at Mission Black Studios in Saugus, California.

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