Dead Shades's lyrics & chords

Blood in the sand, saloon doors swinging in empty bars, cowering women and children, a lone gunman strides towards a mounted posse, grizzled and readied for his fate. One last desperate lunge from the one woman that still cares for him shrugged mercilessly to the ground. Dead Shades play like a concept album, of jaw-dropping machismo, desert-blues, and a pre-peyote blues explosion, but there’s is a universe inhabited by haunted darkness, by the anti-hero’s of Eastwood, the femme fatales of Hitchcock; they are the western where the good guys...read more