Tombstoned Singles

by Rip VanRipper

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BillyGoat I listen to a lot of new music and can tell quite readily within the first few seconds whether it will be worth my time to go any further. In this case Rip VanRipper gave me just what I was looking for: wicked filthy sludge married to righteous retro doom riffs. Hope to hear more from this band in the year following! Favorite track: Dead Drunk.
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released October 31, 2015

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Rick Johnson at Cold War Studios. Special thanks to Josh Stacey and Joseph Henry. Pumpkins and music by Rip VanRipper.

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Formed in May of 2015.

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Track Name: Dead Drunk
Where the living mourn the dead
I find my peace
Spirits rush to my head
Awaken the deceased

They groaned; they stirred
Nor spoke; nor moved their eyes
Hail the dead rise

Graves Fall
Dead Rise
Blood Red Rye

Dead Drunk

Joints quiver under growler's weight
Brewed in a grave
Tincture offered for me to taste
My death they will save

Descending past the Earth's crust
In Death's duet I trust

Eyes Roll
Mouth Dries
Blood Red Rye

Where the living mourn the dead
I find my peace
Spirits rush from my head
I am dead drunk deceased
Track Name: Werewolf in Peril
Howl
Metamorphosis
Rabid
Torn fabric of reality
Fang
Unyielding indiscretion
Curse
This hunger of mine

With la luna high
Wider than the darkness of her eyes
unaware of impending nightmare
one more sheet to cloak her fright

Howl
At the primal moon
Echo
Through electric trees
Post-natural direct bodies that heave
Night of elation
Not all will get to leave

stumbled upon heavy eyes
control of self would be disguise
compulsive booze hound to indulge
son of chaos now the lull

I see your skin begin to
Crawl
In the air I can smell your
Fear
Catch you mid-stride
Shred you side to side
Your flesh is now mine
Psychotropics in mind

over broken twigs and broken frames of mind
the hurried contraptions of prey in flight
futile efforts of the instinct
captured; you'll soon find out if this is real or fantasy

Murder
The forest of weeds
Homicide
Neon bracelets stain my teeth
My canvas; your dance floor
Paintbrush, dreaded molly whore
Choking
On hippie karma beads