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Shambhalic

by Plincoln

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1.
Rockin’ with boys and gals Tab keeps rolling ‘cause I got the bill All you need is a hot, sweet car and boo Too bad your vocab’s shit-on-a-stickaroo! But the deals! But the steals! Can this be for real? With this pie, in this time! Yet I’ll never see No matter your fucking stash You’ll still be a fucking hack In life and love, for good No matter how big your stack Get off my back! No one cares anymore! All of a sudden, party comes to a stop Party fouls cannot be allowed! But it was me! On the scene! Guess I need to get my head out of my ass! But the deals! But the steals! Can I be for real? For once, in my life? Cause I’m surely blind No matter your fucking stash You’ll still be a fraud hack In life and love, for good No matter how big your stack Clock ticks, and I repeat again: All this is meaningless!
2.
Regulars 02:54
3.
Got this needle in my hand Thread it through the skin, like a feather in the wind Minds decay under the influence So damn good, it’ll be a big ‘ol binge! Reality seems to wash away Waves of mutilation seem to stay “Don’t you think the damage’s been done?” Who fucking cares when all’s just fun? Please help me see all right through! Brain’s all clouded, I’ve done my deadly due All seems like a fever dream I can’t escape from Any time soon Veins rupturing at the ends Altered states of madness it lends “Will I ever relapse to life?” We’re already dead, just enjoy the ride! Now that I’ve seen the truth: A lifeless body, a shell without a ghost! All too late, exiled from the host I bid goodbye.
4.
Left by myself Like a rat by the cellar door Senses stunned by the sight, and can barely move on Thoughts to myself Bloody visions corrupt my mind Overcome by the urge, and nothing can break it There is no escape from this, From your fatal sins No love, No lust No peace for your days Down and out these lonely roads Like a beast on the run! You shall not atone for this Antonement’s only found  When the trigger clicks And you’re overcome with death This vendetta set I’ve become creeping death Unstoppable to defences fed Prayers won’t make it simple and quick A blood oath That wears on Until you meet your end! There is no escape from this, From your fatal sins No love, No lust No peace for your days Down and out these lonely roads Like a beast on the run! (Bridge/Solo) Trapped in this room Despair’s prepared for you Hells fury rains down, unleashed! Die! Now that we’ve reached the end To this fated tale That’s It! Last act! Now pull the lever and see: I’ll be on the other side Waiting to see you far beyond the grave!
5.
Don’t kiss my ass! You piece of shit! Don’t kiss my ass! You piece of shit! Don’t kiss my ass! You piece of shit! Don’t kiss my ass! You revolting slice of shit! Hear those whispers said to me Of promises that would come to be Right hand man all to my side But you and I know it’s all a lie And time again, and time again, Always leaving me to fall to die And time again, and time again Heed these words to the wise: So don’t kiss my ass! Don’t kiss my ass! Don’t kiss my ass! Don’t kiss my ass! Don’t kiss my ass! Don’t kiss my ass! You shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,  shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
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Quick to beat Yah never wanna see Leading the first assault Second thought It’s against the law Self-imposed by your being Machine built to last Cruising can be done neat and fast Never check out the plans Until it’s all too late Four out of Five Seven out of Ten Your logic’s all shit Your mind starts to bend Stubborn horse head Your mind’s as thick as lead Too bad your body’s A deadbeat dad You'll just fall plain and dead Machine built to last Cruising can be done neat and fast Never check out the plans Until you feel the pull Gold’s as good as filth What’s the difference when you’re never still Conjuration for the dead You lose hold on everything else Four out of Five Seven out of Ten Your logic’s all shit Your mind starts to bend Four out of Five Seven out of Ten You’re all full of shit Madness sets when the tempo ascends There’s never quite enough this Your set malcontent More fuel for the fire All sense begins to descent You’ll claim to be revered You’ll stay in denial You’ll watch the world burn With your eyes half-closed And your mouth half-opened With your eyes half-shut And your mouth all cusped Four out of Five Seven out of Ten Your logic’s all shit  Your mind starts to bend Four out of Five Zero out of Five You’re so full of shit You’ll meet your end
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Fallen 04:54
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You’ve got some curious hint A wandering Dali imprint What you’ve got going outside Differs from what comes to reside A written tablet that spells your name But in the mirror reads something strange All that we’ve come to believe Rest assured, it’s just one of your weaves Layers beyond layers Look beyond the air Need to grab the stone To read through the code Life beyond this life Realize it’s all a lie Intentions to garner your being The strike of a match Lights up this hollow cave Dig in the dirt A mission for the brave All that lays inside Beyond those placid eyes A hero in disguise Or a monster dwelling to rise? Further down the hole Reality begins to lose hold The blurring of fiction and fact It all seems to fall out of track A downward spiral to madness A complement to undoing this madras I lose a part of myself The cost of unmasking someone else The strike of a match Lights up this hollow cave Dig in the dirt A mission for the brave All that lays inside Beyond those placid eyes A hero in disguise Or a monster dwelling to rise? I’ll know you as I know myself All the records stashed in archives Your mind’s as much as mine Connected in a parasitic web All that lays inside Beyond those placid eyes A hero in disguise Or a part of me I stored behind
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The Hole 03:41
Deep down in an empty space Light’s shroud can’t take place Filling my eyes with darkness This starry eyed sleeper confesses How did I get here? Was it somewhere in the fade My senses relapse Realizing my disgrace I I’m somewhere under How high must I climb? My perception fades I’ll break the barriers I’ll make it all crumble But when I take the swing The ground sucks me deeper Where did it all go wrong? A mystery to string along Day and night become one When you’ve lost sight of the sun I break open my mind Let the yolk simmer from the whites It just seems the drain out But I can still taste the lies I I’m somewhere under How high must I climb? My perception fades I’ll break the barriers I’ll make it all crumble But when I take a swing The ground sucks me deeper Here Bite the dirt Taste the Earth Swallow the freeze Cold Stiffening Seizes me I lose control I  I am  I am stuck I’m stuck in This Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! I I am I am trapped I’m trapped in This Hole! Hole! Hole! Hole! This hope So deprived I waste away this life!
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Oh Mother Do you see me I’m on my knees Fifth time I’ve recanted For all my sins Waiting to bathe in holy grace Wanting feel your gentle hands But every time I feel your skin It ends with a numb sting Don’t you love me? Don’t you have a place for me Inside your heart? Everyone of the actions I do Just leads to more blood Am I a messenger, of evil, of broken dreams? I’ll be a good child Just please love me, Please love me, I can’t handle any of this! I am a bestial man That needs your saving hands Lusting for the feel of steel on my back Repentance leads me further up The way to Heaven’s gates Keep the seeds of arrogance From clotting in my mind! Apostate, Heretic Son of the damned My weary thoughts reason to teach Protect me, grace me Grant me the shock of life Don’t you love me? I love you I do everything I can By your hand or mine I’m searching for God in my scars My love for you binds me to a hearse But I’ve always been a bit of a hearst I am a bestial man That needs your saving hands Lusting for the feel of steel on my back Repentance leads me further up The way to Heaven’s gates Keep the seeds of arrogance From corroding my mind! I just need this, I just fucking need this I just need this, I just fucking need this Judgement of my crimes Fit the verdict of my crimes Healing’s never wasted on the sick It’s gotta be true if I’m so damn sick I  Take a knife  Just to run it  Through my skin When you’re not around to inflict my due I’ll  Call your name Screaming out the pain I feel so you know I’m cleansed Mother can you see this I can do all of this With my skin stained red From the chisels that I thread The color of my soul will be white as snow You, you are my keeper, To my life, to my joy Oh! I need a piece of you! I need a piece of you! I can’t live without you! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!!
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Afraid All to myself What the shadows speak Are all I hold dear Flashes of light Harken to visions Seen far beyond Last Rites All beheld On my tomb The plague to spread Rooted deep Deep within  Hell Warmed Over Death in the human skin Awake And I know Translation complete For fortune’s tides have called My being, a conduit, A reservoir for the grotesque Passive watcher to a tape cloaked: The end of everyone and I Flashes of light Harken to visions Seen far beyond Last rites All beheld On my tomb The plague to spread Rooted deep Deep within Hell Warmed Over Death in the human skin Bathing down in flames That will consume us all Hell Warmed Over Walking devil in the flesh (Bridge) Agent of darkness Born trapped inside a jar Flayed speech Spreading misery Hivemind Drives you to fulfill your deeds Hell Warmed Over Deadman here to bring the end
12.
Shambhalic 02:47
I feel alive by the fire Burning flames of desire Scorch away skin polluted The shell not connected  Mask away all the pain Emotion replaced through the vain A shelter to coalesce my heart But nothing courses through these veins, no more Shambhalic is how I feel Death purveys, my faustian seal! What lies beyond this world To escape, but trapped by the coil I knew how, how to close myself Built a damn to contain my “self" What lies inside could tear me apart The ashes rise, what remained from the start Shambhalic is how I am Heaven and hell clash deep within In my faltering, I hear whispering, that awakens me: maybe this can be a haven, a comforting, my home To the inferno that dwells inside
13.
The Mirror 01:46
Someday I'll escape who I am, but then again, I’m still a dreamer disoriented by my own self-determination. Intoxicated in the thoughts of it, yet burn away my freedoms in my own desperation.
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Fire rains down In smolders I drown My world crumbles King of ashes I’m crowned So I fall away Those warnings of reality Seem to stay Forgetting the dream And watching time take its toll Fabled beliefs of a prophet Lose their hold A thousand faces walled all over Fearsome feral hypnagogia Maybe I've gone insane Then again life’s all the same Drowning pockets suck you slender Hardened vice makes you a member Limbs reduced to dust and cinder Blinding rings make you remember I I fall away Those warnings of reality Seem to stay Forgetting the dream And watching time take its toll Fabled beliefs of a prophet Lose their hold I can’t lose hold! I won’t lose hold! I’ll tear it back! Once We reach the end of the road How far Do our souls rip apart The weight of the world Rests on my shoulders An entire world, without my hands, Torn asunder How far do I go? Can I shed flesh and bone? Sucked in the threshold What will I do?! My Life’s all a lie Not worth to try Unless I’m ready die for Life Not caught by compromise This time I fight For the way I die! So I push it all away The throes of man don’t come to harm me I am a king Forgetting the dream Becomes a withered date I rise above this, predestined fate!

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Over 50 min of punk and nonstop good times! Ahoy maties!

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released April 25, 2015

Plincoln is:
Lorenzo Arritola - Vocals and Guitar
Tom Hartley - Guitar and Backing Vocals
Delaney Michelone - Bass
Gage Johns - Drums

Produced by Plincoln
Written by Plincoln
Lyrics by Lorenzo Arritola
Mixed and Mastered by Lorenzo Arritola
Guest piano on "Shambhalic" by Zach Schreier

Special thanks to:
Robert and Denise Hartley, Ahad Farooqui, Traci and Jason Johns, John White, and everyone who has been supporting us throughout.

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Plincoln Atlanta, Georgia

Dirty punk blues from the Dirty South. Oh the Pain. Play me out Johnny.

Debut LP "Shambhalic"out now!

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