War Cry EP

by Ripe Foal

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released November 3, 2019

guitar - László Bencze
bass - Levente Kocsis
drums - Gergey Okos
vocals - Péter Gurszky

Recorded by András Weil
Mixed and Mastered by Péter Sohajda at Standing Waves Studios, Egerszalók, Hungary.

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Track Name: Mirror Man
Mirror Man

I will tell you this strange tale
it's a story about a man
where's the place where he was born?
none remembers

As a child he drew attention
by the shining of his skin
they called him Reflecting Boy
more or less raised in joy

Mirror Man
What the world gives to him
He reflects everything back
You always know what to expect

Mirror Man
Consider how you treat him
He'll make you feel the same way
Who knows what's inside him?

The guy became unstoppable
Made a game of the Living Sun
The Good get good, Bad get bad
Even Death was frightened

Then he met the Woman
Reflectance's blurred by her love
When she left him in hazed pain
So the mirror blind became

He never got back to his old self
He changed to be like you and me
Are he saved or are he destroyed?
It's a job for him to find out...

Mirror Man
What the world gives to him
He reflects everything back
You always know what to expect

Mirror Man
Consider how you treat him
He'll make you feel the same way
Who knows what's inside him?

Mirror Man, Mirror Man, Mirror Man

Mirror Man
What the world gives to him
He reflects everything back
You always know what to expect

Mirror Man
Consider how you treat him
He'll make you feel the same way
Who knows what's inside him?
Track Name: War Cry
War cry

Two souls
walk on the road
they met once
then parted ways
Hope. It captures with a golden net then torments in vain
and this soul must learn - in Time:

This castle's been already built up.
At the first brick, where were you?
Where were you in my war, my bitter war cry?
What do you want from me now outside my wall?
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, no door)

Two lives
virtue and vice
truth in lies
yins to the yangs
Lone. Devours with a yawning void which may never let one go
and this soul must shout out loud:

This castle's been already built up.
At the first brick, where were you?
Where were you in my war, my bitter war cry?
What do you want from me now outside my wall?
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, no door)

This castle's been already built up.
At the first brick, where were you?
Where were you in my war, my bitter war cry?
What do you want from me now outside my wall?
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, there's no door)
You're outside my wall
(You're outside, no door)
Track Name: Loan from the Future
Loan from the Future

Hightail it out for your work every day
To make money that you won't own
To buy more things which make you a slave
Die or keep the System going

Late is my fate, hey Father Time
life is a struggle to somehow keep up
Man-made time, man-made cage
Measures with a miscounting gauge

Pumping out all the blood from the Earth
To burn it in air for we gasp, though
To chop every tree and and speed up the chase
To loan our wealth from the future

Late is my fate, hey Father Time
life is a struggle to somehow keep up
Man-made time, man-made cage
Measures with a miscounting gauge

There's a place, where's no race
where we can live at our own pace
with enough space that's given
in Mother Nature's rhythm
you can't make crops to hurry
but there’s more time to love your Honey, oh yeah

So we're gonna run, Oh run, run, run
You play this game, play this game
This game
Do you have to
Do you have to
Do you have to
Do you have to
Do you have to, have to play this game?
Oh
Play this game
Have to play this game

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