Brother Ox

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Lewis Savaidis
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Lewis Savaidis Reminds me of the band 'Down' even the vocals remind me of Phill Anselmo. and there is nothing at all wrong with that. I really dig this album. Favorite track: A Good Day for the Hawk.
Marcin Wielewski
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Marcin Wielewski Great music!!! Thank You guys, waiting for CD to come.... Favorite track: Don't Let the Mustache Fool Ya.
Héctor Hurtado Grooscors
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Héctor Hurtado Grooscors Stoner with a heavy blues feeling. The perfect soundtrack for a Hell Angels reunion. Totally awesome!
Harry Harrison
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Harry Harrison Where Planet Of Zeus meets DSW and Blind Dog; that’s where you’ll find Brother Ox. The Acronym Bothers (AKA FDJ & PJD) have nailed the review as usual. I agree that this stuff is better than good. Groovier than all get out and cooler than an ice age; Bother Ox has the tone & strut needed to produce a finer quality of Stoner tunes. Favorite track: Don't Let the Mustache Fool Ya.
PJD
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PJD 3/4 of Black Materia here with a more straightforward sound. Reminds me of Iron Tongue. This is really good.
FDJ
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FDJ Oh my sweet jeesus this is awesome!!
Hard/stoner blues that is heavy on the hard. Magnificent throaty vocals that roar over gritty blues infused riffage and powerhouse rhythms. Oh man this is so good! Favorite track: Concrete Swan Dive.
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    The digital version of our first album is now available. Please feel free to download for free, or if you'd like to pay a few bucks, that is also greatly appreciated. Any cash we pull will go directly back to more merch, music and general band functions. At the end of the day, we just prefer you hear it. There will be a physical CD format coming soon if you are into that kind of thing. We are in the process of acquiring artwork and additional merchandise. Sit back, make yourself a stiff drink, and enjoy the album! It was written, performed and recorded by the members of Brother Ox with absolutely no outside assistance. We had a lot of fun creating it. -Brother Ox-

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    Comes in a 4 panel CD wallet with artwork/layout by James Fouty. Written, performed, and recorded by the members of Brother Ox. 9 songs, all original.

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credits

released March 14, 2015

This album was written and performed by the members of Brother Ox. Recorded, mixed and mastered by BlackWake Studios.

Matt Glaser - Vocals
Mike Pribble - Guitar
Joseph Becker - Bass
Eddie Sheffler - Drums
brotheroxband@gmail.com

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Brother Ox Shady Grove, Pennsylvania

Brother Ox was a band with an idea behind it. Labor, societal pressure, anguish of the common man: listen to the first album, you hear these themes. This was a good thing.

But it was also an excuse to hide.

Volume 2 is full of characters you know in your personal experience, and some you haven't met yet. It's the same for us. Is it rock or something worse? Are we traitors? To what cause? None.
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Track Name: Brother Ox
BROTHER OX

Under the gray, gray sky
Paralyzed and deathly still
Cast away from the legion
So fuck your king of the hill

How it feels to watch from afar
And pretend I’m still alive
Give no pity nor sorrow
And no regrets, with no goodbye

Let me die a poor man with no peace
I never wanted to hear your voice now
Don’t tell me what ya think

Take your advice, fuck off, and good night
And never ever test me, why?
I’m busy digging this hole, my grave now
I’m buried down the line

Little pawn making moves for the queen
You suck on everyone in between
When they sweep all them pieces away
Well now, well who are you today?

Just let me die a poor man with no peace
I never wanted to hear your voice now
Don’t tell me what ya think

Take your advice, fuck off, and good night
And never ever test me, why?
I’m busy digging this hole my grave now
I’m buried down the line

Just dig where I lie

Under the gray, gray sky
You beg and lie to feed your face
You wanna poison me slow, now you bury me
I won’t wear your disguise, now you bury me
Track Name: Swill
SWILL

Hey man, better check that news
Mass fear, paranoia, and fucking doom

From detention camps hid in the states
Spy drones in your homeland
Vaccines and chemtrails

It’s Fukushima the NSA
Drink that fluoride now, god lets pray
Allah’s right behind you

It’s Benghazi, Ukraine, and Sudan
A peace prize for the big man
In this time of war

Chase down all them headlines
With the swill from that rotgut vine
And if your dreams aren’t dead yet, you best
Bribe the gunman

Shut the whole fucking city down
Two bombers in midtown

Chase down all them headlines
With the swill from that rotgut vine
And if your dreams aren’t dead yet, you best
Bribe the gunman

Bribe the gunman
And if your dreams aren’t dead yet
Find a gun, man

Voice of reason in the backlit screen
Tries like hell to tell you what you think
Rex 84, you read they’d lock us all away
And the homeland army gonna seize the day

Northwoods, Tonkin, I don’t really give a damn, don’t give a fuck
It’s all the greater good, no reason to think otherwise
Now is there?

Best that you take off that tin foil, my friend
I recommend you ball it up, and shove it right up your ass
Shut down your blog, you’re a mime
Not a free thinking man

Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t trust you fucks
Like I don’t trust “them”
Age of outrage, cry for change, stop the fuss
Never been an honest one above us
Track Name: Don't Let the Mustache Fool Ya
DON’T LET THE MUSTACHE FOOL YA

Been stealing and I got caught
Still got away
I paid good for my ride home
Guess the little man ain’t gonna get his, huh?

Ain’t nobody made you say “I’ll do it”
Had enough to give away, but no
So fuck you, man

Been stealing your rock and roll
Took it from your radio
I don’t think you noticed, no
So drop trow, bend over and sing my song

Ain’t nobody made you say “I’ll do it”
You’re so cute and you cry all day
So fuck you man

Nah, you didn’t hear me wrong
Go on and put your gimmick on
Make up, now paint up your character
That’s how ya get paid my boy

Your label owns, that dj boy
You said fuck the bottom dog

Been stealing your holy son
Put him on an idol stone
Five dollars to save your soul
Hallelujah, christ don’t pay taxes, no

Ain’t nobody made you say “I’ll do it”
The good lord will pay your way
So fuck you man

Fuck you man
Track Name: Back of the Yards (Company Time)
BACK OF THE YARDS (COMPANY TIME)

In the back of the yards, heard they got em one
WIth them robot bombs, America
Handed some a silver spoon and a golden gun
They stole you an iron lung
I can hear all the metal in your spine
It’s grinding down on company time

Got them bruises that profit the ones
Know it hurts but don’t feel it
Always mouthing your thanks to a god
Made your bed but don’t clean it
If they sold a suicide with a smile, well you’d need it

Numbers up motherfucker, good bye
What you earned, watch em steal it
If they sold a suicide that’s in style, well you’d buy

Kinda strange how there’s always a pill
But it’s never the cure
Ain’t it strange how they tell ya to beg for the light there
Beyond that door
And then when it’s slammed in your face, they stop ya to say
Ya gotta pay the going rate

Been chasing ghosts in your head my friend, we’ve got
Little time for that
Buy your hole in the ground for when the devil comes around
Gotta find a way to see what we’re looking at
We’ve got no time for that

All the daylight spent in the house of dread
They got ya folding up
All the nights you spent drowning in your head
They got ya cold enough?
Track Name: A Good Day for the Hawk
A GOOD DAY FOR THE HAWK

My mama told me when I was a boy, son
Cool that ambition and wait your turn
Do unto others and share all your bread, boy
God only loves a bowing head

Threw that shit away
Only victims wait
A good day, the hawk descends

My father worked to his bones like a fool
Paid his tuition at midnight school
Corporate wage gave him all that he had
A crumbling box to live out his end

Threw that shit away
Cause it felt like death
A good day, the hawk descends

Put your tools away
No one feels your pain
A good day, the hawk descends

In the dark I saw my master
Counting his gold in the devil’s vault
He said be glad for what I hand ya
I took his head and my change, a good day
A good day for the hawk

Now ya say I ain’t no moral man
Who wrote the book that always tells ya no?
Ya said you are aren’t sure, some council of old
Ya never met em but they claimed your soul
Never beg to be saved, take for yourself

Throw your cross away
And your creed of shame
A good day, the hawk descends

We all know that you nice guys can’t get off
We all know that them top boys, they prey on us all
Said ya think you can change it, I say give it time
Spread your hope and your fears, well baby I’ll get mine
Baby I’ll get mine
Track Name: Hammer On My Bones
HAMMER ON MY BONES

Stumbling down ole hollow way
The streets so quiet despite the rain
Caught that cold, best lay up inside
Scrounge up a round before I die

Gold label taught me how to feel
With promises that I will never see
Well I should’ve stolen one more kiss
Black tooth gave me away

Far down, swallow and drown
The bonfire in the home of the gutted hound
Layman on layoff, broke miner’s cough
Can’t quite recall where I’ve fallen, no

Gold label taught me how to feel
With promises that I will never see
Well I should’ve stolen one more kiss
Black noose gave me away

Just another hammer on my bones
Just a couple nails inside my soul
The truth inside my home now
That I was never home, nah
Never wanted anything
Never wanted you

An empty crib in an empty room
One miscarriage now two
Said it was my fault, and I’m just a dog
With my broken bones, fast getting old
Apart so the story goes
Ya left me cause I lose, left me cause I’m bruised

Just another hammer on my bones
Just a couple nails inside my soul
Inside my soul, the pity grows
For self, for god, for love
Lord I couldn’t get enough of you

And I remember the good times, sweet embrace and sunshine
Nectar from a potent vine
I’d give it all, but she gave it up, and gave it to another man
Traded in my aching back, for fast times
That never last

Just another hammer on my bones
Just a couple nails inside my soul
As I slip into the black within, I know
That door ain’t opening again
Track Name: Concrete Swan Dive
CONCRETE SWAN DIVE

Stranded here in the liquor line
Watching ya do that slide
Down a pole that every jack with his club
Is so jealous of

Balls deep in impending doom
Lost little girls they swoon
Hell’s gate through the back door
Know what I’m heading for

Tonic, pills in an empty gut
Worn tread in the deepest rut
Hollow days and some empty nights
Melting hope in the neon light

Fuck the future my end is near
Tastes like bourbon and fear
Face filled with them jagged lines
Wrote my note, no suicide

You can’t play with them kings and queens
You can’t relive your last scene
I been beat, I been played, I get drunk til it’s pain
But it’s not enough
Ya said it’s all my fault

All these god damn distractions
Got us falling in backwards
I don’t need your distractions
Swan dive, head first

Every new generation sounds like overweight children
Crying in court for their candy, their rights, take it all
Kneeling down at a judges feet
Sucking on that collective tit

And the message in western lands
Be ashamed if you be a man
After all, you are drowning in privilege

The privilege to labor and pay
To be silent against what you say
Take your shit and get out of my way

All your god damn distractions
Got us falling in backwards
I don’t need your distractions
Swan dive, head first

Fuck you and your objections
Swan dive, head first
Track Name: Storyteller
STORYTELLER

I’m half awake, lace my boots and wash my face
Conversing with myself
Mirror man, he said, look it here, you’re halfway dead
Who the hell are you lookin at?

I’m at a loss, can’t recount the days far gone
Can’t handle going back
Drop your guard and it sucks you in
Nah, but ya can’t feel safe, never again

Crawl onward, turn around, but it’s all gone
Crawl forward, never turn your…

Platinum and gold, don’t mean shit out in the cold
Where the blind men cry for bread
Nothing built to last, smoke and mirrors, dust and ash
Living slow but die so fast

I had my doubts, could’ve been, but I’m not somehow
Cold showers raining down
Find your place and then just give in
What if there was no place, no solace?

Crawl onward, turn around, but it’s all gone
Crawl onward, never turn your back

Thousands of miles, slow footsteps
And the blank smiles
Had this time alone, but I’m sorry now
I can’t go home

I’ve been so wrong, know I’ve been
Know I’ve been so wrong
I’ve been so wrong
Track Name: Red Collar
RED COLLAR

Ain’t no rungs to climb
Born into a hole beneath the golden streets
I never feel the cold nights
Ain’t no roots to freeze

And I saw you cry, only this one time
You were sound asleep, dead inside a lullaby
Now you forgot the pride your father never gave ya
Said you been down too low, I guess I can’t blame ya

You shook the hell out of me
Said you want more, no
Cause you know I never gave a fuck, no
How many vials ya…

Bleed for me, you tired little man
Ain’t no man in a black suit or a white coat gonna save ya
Praying for a gentle death, I guess I can’t blame ya

You shook the hell out of me
Said you want more, no
Cause you know I never gave a fuck, no
How many vials ya bleed

Hear the vermin gather round
Beggars feast, now choke it down
When I name that price to pay
All you traitors will betray

Red collar lies, they told me I was home

Do we live for the gods of the state?
Do we die for the gods of the state?
My friend, attend your wake