GROUND UP

by The Big Sway

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GROUND UP was written, performed and produced by The Big Sway.

The Big Sway is:
Mike Grenier on drums,
Joe MacFadzen on bass and vocals,
Tim Zucco on guitar and vocals.

Ground Up was tracked, mixed and mastered by Brian Redmond.

Album artwork by Joe MacFadzen.

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released May 19, 2017

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NEW ALBUM - "GROUND UP" OUT NOW!

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Track Name: Money Fast
Working all day, it ain't my way,
I like my money fast.
I'll never wait in line,
cus all time is all mine.
Come on and watch me go.
The World is my track, I never look back,
I got those law-dogs bought.
Not Heaven nor Hell I'll ever sell,
Someday you'll all pay me rent.
I mortgaged the Moon, Mars is up soon,
The Sun heats my evening bath.
I don't even know ya, I probably own ya,
it all looks small from the top.
I like my money fast!
Track Name: Caught in a Knot
Here I am, at 24, knocking at some old man's door,
asking, “may I work for your store?”
Jump ahead - scrubbing clean the carpets from his old man's dream,
wondering “what is all this for?”
Nighttime brings a drive artistic,
swilling swill with freaks in lipstick,
now every day I wake up sick,
to go and work for some jerk,
some retail slug who pats me on the head.
I'm wasting away.
Well I'm fired up, and I'm fired,
another job's grown tired,
now every day I wake up broke.
Trying to find a way to sell my art, my soul, I'm going through Hell,
stretching this thing as far as it can go.
Ideas and beers, yea, I'm all ears.
I might just be part of a hipster generation.
Got a hundred bucks to my name, but I'll be damned if I miss this game,
my soul and wallet got me caught in a knot.
25 and still alive, my car just broke and I can't drive,
can't find the line, arrogance and pride.
Well I'm fired up and I'm fired, another job's grown tired,
my soul and wallet got me caught in a knot.
Track Name: What Do You Say?
Start it up and take my place,
feel my pulse begin to race.
Settle down and play it cool,
I don't wanna be your fool.
When the night begins to end
I want to be more than friends.
Nobody wants to be alone,
so let's take a walk into the unknown.
What do you say?
What do you say?
Time moves on, my heads a mess.
Less is more and more is less.
Make your move across the floor,
I'm the one you've been waiting for.
When the night begins to end
I want to be more than friends.
Nobody wants to be alone,
so let's take a walk into the unknown.
What do you say?
What do you say?
What do you say?
What do you say to me?
Start it up and take my place,
feel my pulse begin to race.
Make your move across the floor,
I'm the one you've been waiting for.
When the night begins to end
I want to be more than friends.
Nobody wants to be alone,
so let's take a walk into the unknown.
What do you say?
What do you say?
Track Name: Hits with a Headache
Someday hits with a headache.
Other days, yea you make it through.
Some days, no you cannot fake it.
Other days, yea I have them too.
Track Name: As 'X' Approaches Infinity
If I were you, and you were me,
I'd meet you as 'x' approaches infinity.
Track Name: Make a Wild Sound
I talked to the crazies down at the zoo,
I came to realize they're like me and you.
Whoa, make a wild sound!
Show everyone you're alive.
Whoa, make a wild sound!
Energy is all we have tonight.
Now some people are timid,
but I don't think that's true,
they're waiting for their chance
to make wild sounds too.
Whoa, make a wild sound!
Show everyone you're alive.
Whoa, make a wild sound!
Energy is all we have tonight.
Track Name: The Squeeze
Enemy coward Benedict Howard, he slicked his hair back and he went.
Thought he was clever and that he would never get caught up in over his head.
He just didn't have a clue,
he would never have known what to do,
cus when he encountered a superior warrior, he wouldn't have a prayer in the world.
A man of a new world, watching the smoke curl back on days gone by -
Old Sergeant Major, Benedict wagers, has seen his luck dry,
but an enemy coward, Ol' Sarge just devoured, then went right along with his day -
survival's a habit that he can't break.
Because he's crossed the line.
So don't cross the line.
Something left behind, a piece of my soul buried forever.
I am all alone.
The company I keep are the ghosts I've made.
It's a world of hate, yea, a world of sin,
they're coming around trying to take our things.
There's death in the air and it's us vs. them,
so knock knock, my man, come on and let me in!
Another anchor in the haunted sea,
(because he's crossed the line)
another tether trapping you with me.
(please, don't cross the line)
He shakes, he howls, spectral chemicals strip his rank.
Two worlds compete for this man's head.
They claw and consume,
so as a beast, he lives.
Through his eyes, shadow and light are one.
Something left behind, a piece of my soul buried forever.
I am all alone.
The company I keep are the ghosts I've made.
It's a world of hate, yea, a world of sin,
they're coming around trying to take our things.
There's death in the air and it's us vs. them,
so knock knock, my man, come on and let me in!
Track Name: Chainsaw Funk
Chainsaw funk!
Chainsaw funk!
That's right / let's ride.
Dump trucks, chainsaws,
throw an ax, a heavy maul,
through calloused eyes we don't see at all.
Gasoline, kerosene, ow,
stoke the flames tall and mean, ow,
until all but our own skin crawls.
Chainsaw funk!
Chainsaw funk!
That's right.
Red meat, bone saw,
slurp it down with whisky, raw,
the taste of blood on sale for all.
Howl and moan, the engines roar,
loot and pillage out on tour,
we're only Human, after all.
Red meat, bone saw,
slurp it down with whisky, raw,
the taste of blood on sale for all.
Howl and moan, the engines roar,
loot and pillage out on tour,
we're only Human after all.
Chainsaw..
Chainsaw..
Chainsaw..
Funk!
Chainsaw Funk!
Chainsaw Funk!
Chainsaw Funk!
Chainsaw Funk!