Nightmares in the Valley Vol. I: Hell Comes to Hecktown

by Bovine Nightmares

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Crushing all their hopes and dreams It’s far worse than it seems You’re giving little robots to children Onset of the static eye Bones begin to putrefy You’re giving little robots to children Oh, how you’ve fallen Here and forgotten Bloodlines drained and fossilized For cords and cogs and all contrived You’re giving little robots to children And in the end, you’ll see it clear There’s no place for mortals here As we watch you disappear Oh, how you’ve fallen Here and forgotten Live on, Live on Live on, Live on In the maze you blaze toward fatality There’s a fee, never free Live on, Live on Live on, Live on If it bleeds, we will kill it Swap the skin, take a spin Live on, Live on Live on, Live on Demigods zapped like flies Listen when the end is nigh You’re giving little robots to children And in the end, you’ll see it clear There’s no place for mortals here As we watch you disappear Oh, how you’ve fallen Here and forgotten Live on, Live on Live on, Live on In the maze you blaze toward fatality There’s a fee, never free Live on, Live on Live on, Live on If it bleeds, we will kill it Swap the skin, take a spin Live on, Live on
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Devil Mojo 05:45
Shower under the sands of time Granules cleanse a mountain of grime Wash til bone becomes the earth Soil to ash like the lives you birth No more time for the voices in your head They sing and they dance with the dead It’s the magic the roots from which you bled Tales of All Mighty are inked with bloodshed Talismans burden the hoodwinked heart Purging and splitting worlds apart The rupture will embody all who we are Dogma produced, stigmata scars No more time for the voices in your head They sing and they dance with the dead It’s the magic the roots from which you bled Tales of All Mighty are inked with bloodshed
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Woman, you know those eyes are giving you away I’m burning and yearning and turning and learning something new about you everyday Woman, time she’s telling me to let you go Terrify me, then try me and blind me and grind me deep into my core I never fell for goddamn psychos But I’d be damned if I never If there’s a will, there’s a dead man There’s no soul in the eyes of terror Woman, I’m a dog, but you’ve chewed up my bones Spat em’ away, every day, any which way, and fed me to the bowels of David Jones Woman, please listen to what I’ve just said You firmed up and turned up and churned up and burned up my soul through the sockets in my head I made it clear, disappear I’ll heal in silence I’m on my own, roam alone and fight reliance I made it clear, disappear I’ll heal in silence I’m on my own, roam alone and fight reliance I never fell for goddamn psychos But I’d be damned if I never If there’s a will, there’s a dead man There’s no soul in the eyes of terror I can’t hear you anymore I can’t see you anymore
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Another day left alone Another day in the dead zone Weighted shoulders, friends and foes Concrete wings and callous clothes How did this change the way I feel about you? Maybe it’s time for something new Now that the suffering is not going to end Tell me how that’s life again Time is alive and I’m a drone A day in the life in the dead zone Halo and Horns will chaperone As I hang my head in someone’s home How does this change the way I feel about you? Maybe it’s time for something new Now that the suffering is not going to end Tell me how that’s life again Now that the suffering is not going to end Tell me how that’s life again Here and now, I’m suffering There and then, I’m suffering Where and when, I’m suffering There and then, I’m suffering The later the cause, the greater the threat There’s nothing to bear without regret
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released June 1, 2020

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Bovine Nightmares Bethlehem, Pennsylvania

Avant-Metal three-piece with a warped vision of dark riffs, maniacal crooning and growling, and time signature mayhem.

Bovine Nightmares have carved out a unique little spot for themselves with a sound that's akin to the Melvins, Faith No More, and Tom Waits, all handcuffed to the same radiator. They blend experimental and familiar soundscapes, rejecting formulaic compromise since 2019.
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