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About the Band

The Dish

Deathcode is a multi-genre band with groove metal, grungy edgy punk and head-bashing rock anthems that will get guys bangin' it and ladies shakin' it. We like to drive fast, get fucked up, fix broken shit, and rock your world.

Preparation

Deathcode fights evil daily on both the metaphysical and spiritual planes. We use our music to teach the blind to see, the deaf to hear, and the numb to feel. We are holders of hidden knowledge and guardians of the mysteries. If you do not understand this, pay careful attention.

Ingredients

Gritty guitar drifts, bits that split and shift into nifty sick riffs; deranged singing, with strange ranges, bringing arrangement changes to your brain, ringing; complex mixed tempos and slick tricky sets, with unexpected hi-tech drum combo effects; racy, yet soothing, primal bass grooves in moving phases, proven to erase all time and space.

Recipe

These secrets are veiled in the lyrics, syllables, patterns, measures, keys, notes, rests, rhythms and tempos, often with numeric clues. Contradiction is the key to understanding.

Reviews

We are all accomplished chefs and pillars of the community. We conduct ourselves with professionalism and humility, therefore we are role models for the youth.

Biographies

Jason "Logic" Goclowski (guitar and vocals)

Jason was an internationally renowned fiddle player, performing in Eastern Europe's top polka bands during the Cold War. He was only nine years old when he played at the Sarajevo Olympics, billed "The Darling of Warsaw." Jason eventually settled in Slovenia where he mastered the banjo, and was known as something of a saint, feeding local homeless children and employing elderly gypsies who had grown too old to steal. He finally found his love in guitar, and is quite famous for "making a nation cry" at the funeral of Lech Walesa. His fame was not without cost, however, as he was forced to disguise himself as a large woman, wearing a babushka to buy bread and cabbage at market. After touring with Bjork and Celtic Frost, Jason was lured to the Unites States with false promises of freedom. Jason has the strength of six and one half men, processes large mathematical data sets in his head, and is licensed to operate heavy equipment such as backhoes and attack helicopters. He is also revered for his uncanny ability to fix anything, apart from John's Chevy Suburban's door.

Chris "Animal" Montaña (drums and vocals)

Chris was raised on an alpaca and potato farm in the foothills of the Chilean Andes, where he was known for playing bongos on the back of a llama, leading children into the mountains. As a teenager he wandered to Peru and lived with the Mashco Piro where he discovered his love of hunting monkeys with poison darts and more importantly, the sacred rhythms of Ayahuasca. Chris went on to study the djembe with the Bambara people in Mali under the pseudonym Blanc D'Oeuf (Egg White); then mastered taiko drums while living as a Shinto monk on an artificial island off the coast of Okinawa. He was featured in National Geographic's ground-breaking expose on the Belgian Congo called "A Chilean Candle in the Heart of Darkness," chronicling Chris' study and mastery of the ngoma drum. He was briefly a member of Menudo. Later, Chris would become the inspiration for such movies including such hit movies as Cocktail and Whiplash. He was also lured to the US with fairytales of economic opportunity. Chris is a guitarist, a world-ranked harmonica player, and a semi-famous stage magician known as "Magic Juan."

William "Hoppy" Hopson (bass guitar)

Will began playing upright bass in the Bayou at the tender age of two. In his early years, he often practiced in a purple Power Ranger onesie, before gradually transitioning to casual slacks and Scally caps. He got his big break while still a teen in New Orleans, where he was often referred to as the " Johnny Cash of Jazz." Music was not his only interest, to be sure. For a time, he lived amongst the Inuit, charting the migrations of reindeer and belugas. When promised funding went undelivered, Hoppy was suddenly left with only two options: hitchhike in a toasty big-rig, or canoe down the coast. Being partial to smoked salmon, the choice was obvious. He eventually arrived in Seattle, where, despite his refusal to grow a handlebar moustache, was recruited for the Mariner's halftime barbershop quartet. He briefly became a pro NASCAR driver, sponsored by both Charmin and Dove soap. He went onto receive his bachelors with a double major in Lunar criminal justice and under-water basket weaving. However, music being his true love, Hoppy eventually assembled a jazz ensemble comprised entirely of men named William, called Will and the Williams. Today, Mr. Hopson is a sound tech, artist, educator, recovering lawyer, and collector of rare Sumerian Spoons.

Anthony "Manic" Fappiano (lead vocals)

From his father's penis originally, Anthony's spent his formative years believing that adult contemporary AM radio was music. He is rumored to have ties to both Saudi royalty and the Bush family. Manic spent many years studying the Mercurial, Venusian and Martial arts, whereby he obtained Dan of Dan. His progress was forever hobbled after a near-death experience in a Peugeot. Anthony discovered his singing voice when he was mistaken for the lead singer of White Lion. Though he dresses like a flamboyant homosexual, he is rumored to have ruined many a woman's life. Of largely Polish Descent, yet acts like a stereotypical Italian: often saying such phrases as, "keep your friends close...;" rolling dough with a wine bottle; chopping garlic with a razor blade; and eating spaghetti with both fork and spoon. Now semi-retired, Anthony spends his days clearing brush, homesteading, prepping, proliferating conspiracies, and cultivating new patients for his mental health practice.

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King of the Storm

thunder crack in a cloak of black; no moon tonight
at an arc the lightning stark; black and white
in a burst rain pricks like pins
slashing through the bitter winds

another flash; the sky is slashed; drops of blood
to portend the fateful end, crimson mud
scarlet signs you can't ignore
men for the final war

winters thrice, the earth is shrouded in a shell of ice
brothers fight, poison seas in the frozen night
the earth is torched by the starlike fire of a blazing sword
after all, even the king of the storm shall fall

North Sea bore our hero Thor and his might
thunder loud, he rode the cloud at its height
he summons all the force within
lashing at the driven winds

crown of horn, in the storm, Thor is here
anvil tops; the hammer drops; Mjölnir
cumulonimbus incus clouds
shower sparks to scorch the ground

in the ash, Ragnarök where the gods will clash
Odin's son: sometimes you lose even when you've won
Jörmungandr; thrice three strides and you are done
and at last even the king of the storm shall pass

in this life, there's one thing that you can't defy!
from the sky; even the king of the storm shall die!
born to die, all must die
even the king of the storm must die [x2]

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Friendzone

this is advice that I won't say twice
it's not very nice so I'll be precise
it's a shame it may cause you pain
so I'll be plain as I explain the game

from the start she's a tart, she's very smart
she'll tear apart your heart like a shark
she plays guitar, she'll crash your car
she does bizarre things in bars with cigars
she likes to dance without romance
there's no chance to advance into those pants

there's something that I have to say
she laid Jay in the alleyway
behind the bar on Saturday
there's something you don't understand
you're never gonna be her man
she doesn't have a heart of stone
it's just known as the friendzone

here's the first clue she complains to you
what she's going through with who knows whom
calls to cry about fights and lies
you dry her eyes for other guys

cuz they're jerks, she makes it work
she wears a skirt
she's overt as a dirty little flirt
she's got a tongue ring, she wears pink
she's up for anything if you bring a drink
except you, she likes the booze
an excuse that she uses to let loose

I don't think that you're getting this
you haven't even had a kiss
but Chris just bit her lower lip-
so any guy can curl her toes
even guys she barely knows
you're never gonna take her home
you're alone in the friendzone

you're always there when she's in tears
you grin and bear and you lend an ear
but she's nowhere when you need a pair
it's not fair but you don't care

when she's crass out in back, Brazillian wax
she's full of tats but she has a lot of class
what a rack, her stomach's flat
not that it matters if she's stacked
to simplify, her body's tight
I can't deny that she's quite a pretty sight

here is what you have to do
go cold for a week or two
and do not contact you know whom
don't answer calls and text
she'll be vexed but here's what's next
on her ring tone don't touch that phone
so she'll be shown she's in the friendzone

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Shadow of A Shadow

in the corner of my eye I can see
a shadow of a shadow near me
I turn to look upon him straight on
the shadow of the shadow is gone

he stays around the sides of my head
I wish he'd come to face front instead
even when he watches at home
can't the shadow leave me alone

shadow, shadow of a shadow is free
shadow, shadow of a shadow will be

often with no head and no limbs
Again I'm being followed by him
moving on the edge of my sight
shadow of the shadow at night

fear in the voices of friends
whispers of the echos intend
to pull me into shadow again
to walk among the shadows of men

shadow, shadow of a shadow is free
shadow, shadow of a shadow will be

the shadow of the shadow surrounds
long after we're all in the ground
as long as the sun stays in the sky
the shadow of the shadow can't die

shadow is more real than me
shadow of a shadow is free
the shadow of the shadow you see
is the shadow of the shadow of me

shadow, shadow of a shadow will be
shadow, shadow of a shadow is free

shadow, of a shadow [x11]

©2015 Deathcode

What's In It For Me?

I'll tell you how it began
she's not the average fan
for the one night stand
she locks on a man
and when he clocks ten grand
she wants that rock on her hand
she's got a pretty good scam
but I don't give a damn
cuz I got my own my plan
it's the wham, bam
thank you ma'am

how dumb can you be
we know nothing's free
it's time you see
what's in it for me?

this girl that you know
last time that you boned
something smelled like cologne
next day she goes cold
and now you been told
she's out of control
she won't answer the phone
she just put you on hold
so she can get really bold
with three guys and some blow

take it from me
it's time you see
that nothing's free
what's in it for me?

so you like this guy
you tell him to come by
he shows up wasted and high
and something ain't right
'cuz most of the night
your best friend is near by you walk outside
he's got his hand on her thigh
he catches your eye
and then she laughs when you cry

take it from me, it's time you see
that nothing's free
it's the me me me me me
it's the one two three
how naive can you be?
you better answer me when I say
what's in it for me? [x4]

©2015 Deathcode