ABOUT
I am one of the guitarists in CALLING THE FALL. We are a six-piece from Pueblo Co. We love music and are not much fond of labels. The closest thing of a genre that we could be tabbed as would have to be METAL or some form of sick hybridized ROCK N'ROLL but it's not that simple. Our music is SPIRITUAL, DIVERSIFIED, PROGRESSIVE, and sometimes BRUTAL outright but at times is also, GOTHIC, BLUESY, SOULFUL, and ATMOSPHERIC without compromising the metal.
I have other musical projects that are different as night and day to Calling The Fall. I love music and I don't have any shame with my musical tastes. I can play most styles of music... anything that makes me feel something.
- Contact name:
- Gerald
- Screen name:
- Gerald Alien
- Member since:
- Nov 28 2010
- Active over 1 month ago
- Website:
- http://www.myspace.com/callingthefall
MUSIC
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Wasteland Sicknesses
Wasteland Sicknesses Track number: 7 Year: 1510 Album: Unconditional E.P. Special EDition
Wasteland Sicknesses Infected on contact/ Enslaved by the sun All central themes and features/Protect and serve the creatures Stated explicitly/This well-kept secret yearning Fatal complicity/Its presence is disturbing A new dawn is arising/And standards are declining This center is corrupted/Our only choice is poison Death becomes now alluring/When every dream is burning Trackless paths to the hazard/Withdrawn, unclear, and scattered There’s storm on your shore/Enter the endless wasteland Impure, unnatural disaster/Considered as an act of God Every single sign of life/Gets mythified and chastised In bleakness with this weakness/And unseen enemies can capitalize The sunlight still shines/As people go on loosing their minds Daylight has finally arrived/But no one cares to see the light Baleful and decrepit/Withdrawn from help, haunted by denial Take one more fatal step/And you will then have to walk a million more miles We’re here in the wastelands/In graveyards of humanity It’s only human nature/For the human creature Eyes burning, Ears are ringing/To the turning of the machines Lost without a hope/In endless strife, the gardens die The lies, they hypnotize /And our darksides are utilized Fragmented, rationalized /Realities for regimented minds Infected on contact/Enslaved by the sun All central themes and features/Protect and serve the creatures Stated explicitly/This well-kept secret yearning Fatal complicity/Its presence is disturbing A new dawn is arising/And standards are declining This center is corrupted/Our only choice is poison There’s storm on your shore (5 times)
