Where Horses Hang

by Boris Randall

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7 songs to get the summer rolling.

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released June 5, 2016

All instruments, mix and master, by Boris Randall.
All songs copyright 2016, Pagan Songs, EXCEPT track 4 by Jagger/Richards and track 5 by Leslie West.

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The Boris Randall Store East Liverpool, Ohio

Boris Randall has been spreading chaos and disorder with his music since the mid 80's. Things got heavy when he set out on his own in 1989 with his horror/hardcore punk band, The Splatterpunks. In 2001 Boris Formed and fronted another horror themed punk band called Hallowmas. Boris has worked with Rue Morgue Radio, Bill Hinzman, Necrophagia, Nokturne, Morgue Wagon, Children Of October, and more. ... more

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Track Name: Where Horses Hang
I've broken free of her womb, my blood is dust,
The last in line from ground to sky.
Black Devil priest - a burning mountain,
I am a funeral mass - rotting ballerina sway.

We leap and die.
In black and white.
I'm skinned alive.
And the pain......

Out in the sun where they hung me and my horse.

The shadow angel, the cemetery sings
And maggot smiles in a graveyard crawling.
Sings truth. The Cult.
Black clouds for razor tongue on delicate wrists.

We leap and die.
In black and white.
I'm skinned alive.
And the pain......

Out in the sun where they hung me and my horse.
Tie your own noose at the crossroads, if you choose.
Track Name: The End Of Me
I was left to my shame,
Venus lower me down,
I see you from my grave,
Higher than a million stars.

Sew my mouth shut. (just shut it)
My face is splitting. (lay me down)
Among the cult. (the goat)
Painful visions. (I'm gutted)

On a mountain with no peak,
My body wants to hang,
Home is a burning earth,
Inhale incense of soul.

Sew my mouth shut.
My face is splitting.
Among the cult.
Painful visions.

This is the end of me now,
And I will give you my burning flesh.
Choke on thick black smoke now,
Follow the song of sorrow -
It's the same old song and dance.
There is no sound above ground.
It is a perfect corpse that lies now......
I may kill myself tomorrow......
Track Name: Death Is A Light
Put your ear to the dying earth,
I paid her in blood.
The lake of fire is overflowing,
Where do angels perch?

I want to watch the blood come out.

.....hold on to hope.....
.....we die without knowing.....

Death is a light that wakes you up,
Crawl into my brain.
They sawed off my arms and legs -
Hold onto light.

I want to watch the blood come out.

......hold on to hope.....
......we die without knowing.....
Track Name: Suicide Dreams
A changeling from the stars,
And all at once I fade.
The true waste of space,
I'll never know their faces.

From the river,
Your mental chains,
to reach out to every vein.

Cut me up and throw me away.
I saw a figure standing against time.
She asked me how to spell "suicide."
But she kisses like heaven must feel.

Satanic acrobat,
I'm an astronaut alone,
Winds blow maggots home
And I've died a thousand times.

At the river,
My mental chains,
to reach out to every vein.

Cut me up and throw me away.
I saw a figure standing against time.
She asked me how to spell "suicide."
But she kisses like heaven must feel.

At the river,
Your mental chains,
to reach out to every vein.
Track Name: Write Me Out
Strung out, hung up high, in chains -
My soul is broken.
Just lust and sorrow, the bottom is empty.
Build me up so high among the moon and stars tonight.
Sun beams kiss the dead - face forward.

An itch that I can't scratch,
Automatically process.

On a lightning ride, it's the end of all you know.
Reared in the arms of a fashion of fiends.
My arms won't hold me - the building drone.
Pigs on the run trade hell for plague.

An itch that I can't scratch,
Automatically process.

So many words lost,
Kafka, write me out.
So many words lost,
Kafka, write me out.