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The Rider

by Blackwood Overdrive

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Keyzer Röger
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Keyzer Röger Very good debut release! This is perfect rock'n'roll to listen to while driving on the highway. Favorite track: The Rider.
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TRiP86 The saga of a lone biker making his way through a post-apocalyptic world. A great solo effort from Australia. Full of catchy hooks and riffs, I like this one more every time I listen to it. Hopefully the saga continues in a future release. Favorite track: The Deadwoods.
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1.
The Rider 03:05
It’s barren, a desert of the dead A thousand miles lie behind with infinite ahead There’s nothin’ for him - but he won’t turn around Hasn’t passed a living thing, and none shall be found He rides on Through burning hills with blistered wheels He’ll pierce the scorching sun He rides on Decrepit, ruined beyond repair, Torrid and marred with carcases, a wasteland of despair, There’s nothin’ for him and he won’t turn around Hasn’t seen a living sight, heard a living sound His stare pierces through the bitumen Tearing asphalt down to rubble, stone and dirt He bores ahead with possessed conviction, Oh he rides - yeah he rides He rides on Through burning plains with blistered veins He’ll pierce the scorching sun He rides on and on and on Through endless death, to his last breath The Rider rides on and on and on
2.
Among the desolate hills lie pickets to the damned Where the broken and buried lie A sprawling mass of plots, each burdened with decay Unfurling mounds to the horizon They’re the Rider’s first signs of life this age Yet serve to cauterise its ends He unrolls the kickstand before the nearest grave Stands to pronounce the dead He walks among the souls of yesteryear As the sole living man He walks over the souls of yesteryear He treads upon the damned Of the few plots with stones, the stones are seldom whole And not a single one is named And yet before him, two rows back to the left A lone plaque bears an inscription: “Ride North to the place the few remain, “Stay with us, Dear Rider, we shall mend your wounds “Ride North ‘til you reach the deadwoods, “When you have, Dear Rider, you shall be here soon” He walks among the souls of yesteryear As the sole living man He walks over the souls of yesteryear He kicks away his stand He sets upon the land He rides upon the damned
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The thirst that stings his throat remains intense Bearing the rasp of his twin cylinders He’s as dry as his arid surroundings But he is alive He rides Near-North for lack of bearing For lack of anything at all As withered cacti turn to stumps And stumps to one-time trees He was a boy, he woke alone To barren landscapes all unknown And from the scraps he built a bike The dead became memories Then the memories died Death became his life His knuckles white from over-clenching His teeth worn from bitter grinding He’s pulled his newfound strength from nothing Yet he is alive The thick of the dead woods go on forever Directions fade into nothing Each further turn loses its meaning Directions become entwined He was a boy, upon two wheels Inside the land of the unreal A state dreamlike Upon his bike The dead became memories Then the memories died Death became his life
4.
The Town 04:51
5.
The Demon 04:31
The hands he plays are taking hours The joy fades away The taste of the beer he drinks turns foul And becomes stomach ache The sweetness condenses ‘til sours Bitterness saturates The smiling faces turn to scowls And fester into hate He’s in a trap, he’s in their lap He’s at the mercy of this town Must break away, with no delay He’s gotta turn this thing around The barren, nothingness is safety from the town Must break away, destroy this place Burn it - down And now he’s the devil Now he’s the bringer of death He’s making the trap in which he’s been wrapped And he’s gonna catch em He won’t let ‘em out He’ll ride it out on his own For now he can tell That he is in hell This hell is his hell This hell is his hell alone He unscrews the fuel cap, tilts the bike to the side Letting incendiary nectar spread out wide He lights a match a and he steps back - must be ten paces He flicks it into the fuel pool lighting up the place Without a fight the bar’s alight Inside of a thirty seconds flat And, within two, it’s neighbours too The Rider’s running out the back He gets on board, the throttle floored And rides from the screams The town becomes dead woods And now he’s the devil Now he’s the bringer of death He’s making the trap in which he’s been wrapped And he’s gonna catch em He won’t let ‘em out He’ll ride this life out on his own For now he can tell That he is in hell This hell is his hell This hell is his hell alone

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Inspired by The Gunslinger, Full Throttle and the Rock'n'Roll of the 1970's, The Rider follows a man and his motorcycle trapped in a sparse after-world at the end of civilisation.

For fans of Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Hard Rock, Proto-doom, Graveyard and Witchcraft.

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released April 30, 2018

Written, performed and produced by Dale Blackwood

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Blackwood Overdrive Brisbane, Australia

Subverting highway Rock'n'Roll, by way of the origins of doom, with stories inspired by King's Dark Tower.

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