Tara, Vocals
She provides the sultry vocals, and a zany, fun loving personality that keeps this band hopping. She can be seen cracking her whip at any given time trying to keep 4 out-of-control guys in line!!!
Chad, Guitars, Vocals
He comes from a long line of bands including Metropolis, Conversation Piece, and more. His guitar playing and his "way up there" vocals continue to amaze us all. His Van Halen renditions are especially notable.
Lee, Guitars/Vocals
His fingers are on fire after a performance. Check for yourself next time. He's got a Kid Rock look with a Zakk Wylde flair. And he's more fun than the law allows. He's a bad boy extraordinaire.
Tom, Bass Guitar
Have you heard that song that says, ‘he can play a guitar just like ringing a bell’, Well that’s Tom on the bass guitar. He plays a 5-string like he’s just taking a walk in the park--amazing.
Wally, Drums
He brings with him 40 years of experience as a drummer in some of the hottest bands in the area. He’s a rock solid drummer with talent to spare!
She said there was no love in her heart, Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that heart apart, She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars, Then one day a guy came along and probably could help her start, He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again, Before long she was cool with giving hugs to him, Knew that it was right, cause something was wrong, The alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong, There was no,
Intruder, [x4] Alert [x4]
He said nobody else ever loved him, That's why he'd get high enough to go touch the heavens above him, Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck him, Every alley he ever stepped in, every purse that he snuck in, Every level of hell he's been to and the one that he's stuck in, The one he can't escape, even though it's of his own construction, Maybe you can relate, maybe you're one of those that just doesn't, Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in with no,
Intruder, [x4] Alert [x4]
Famine striking his home, landing no social standing, In the econmic pecking order of emergency relief distribution systems, Is in disorder, he's checking water, making sure it's safe enough for his daughter, To float across in the boat he built, hopefully strong enough to support her, Praying border patrols don't catch her and process and deport her, Before she reach the shore of the land of the free, where they feed you, Treat you like equals, decieve you, stamp you and call you illegal, and there's an,
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