White Trash Rob Lind’s RAMALLAH has premiered a new track called “The Truth… It’s Colder Than a Morgue Slab and Harder Than a Coffin Nail”! Check out and grab it for free via the player below. The band will be playing 2 shows in mid August – scroll down to see the details.
RAMALLAH reeleased their latest album Kill a Celebrity in 2005 via Thorp Records.
Lyrics:
This one goes out to all the Hungry Ghosts I did Time with in Hellworld.
Boogie down with your ol’ pal White Trash Rob.
I remember you all…The truth is colder than a morgue slab and harder than a coffin nail…
I wasted Time now Time hath wasted me…
It’s colder than a morgue slab and harder than a coffin nail.
The only reason why I’m here on this mic is because I didn’t have the balls to die…
It’s colder than a morgue slab and harder than a coffin nail.
This song is all about the bottle, the needle, the damage done,
and the evil of a Hungry Ghost in living Hell.
The truth is colder than a morgue slab.
The truth is harder than a coffin nail.
The truth is uglier than a pus-dripping STD
Or a case of late-stage Hep-C when your liver has failed… HA HA!
Interferon to the rescue baby!
The truth is colder than a morgue slab and harder than a coffin nail…
When you wake up in the morning and don’t know if you’ll be dead or in jail…
come dusk.
This song is all about the bottle, the needle, the damage done,
and the evil of Hungry Ghost in living Hell…Too bad they don’t have detox for the soul, huh?
Let’s break this down:
This song is for the outcast, the victim, the broken and the beat.
This song is for the outlaw, the stepped on, the soul lost on the street.
It’s all about the bottle, the needle, the damage done,
and the evil of a Hungry Ghost in living Hell.
The truth is colder than a morgue slab.
The truth is harder than a coffin nail.
The truth is uglier than a pus-dripping STD
or a case of late-stage Hep-C when your liver fails.
It’s like a morgue slab… it’s like a coffin nail…
it’s like a morgueslabcoffinnailthebottlemorgueslabtheneedlecoffinnailthedamagedonemorgueslabandtheevilofacoffinnailHungryGhostinHell…
Let’s break this truth down…The way I hear it confession is good for the soul.
So why am I back from my long Exile in the Land Of Nod?
Well… I’ll tell you.
But first… this is a hot riff right?
Kind of sleazy? Kind of evil?
Like my women and the way I’ve lived my fucking life.
It’s alright. You can admit it. I hear it too…So back to the burning confession at hand:
why am I still fucking with this “hardcore” shit?
I came back just to step on some necks and piss in this pool for everyone else.
Your illusions are my fucking enemy.
The lullabies you sing yourself sicken me.
Your illusions are my ONLY enemy.
The lullabies you sing yourself sicken me.
Now as far as my “peers” in this fucked scene go:
far be it from me to wreck your hustle but…
most of you frauds got nothing to say
you let the well run dry and turned it all into a pretty little game.
So sell your T-shirts and plan your undersold tours.
And flee to europe to play “Oh look… a STAR is born…”.
Fucking cowards.
Yeah, you can posture and drop your fucking names.
I ain’t like you.
I’ll be down here with the rest of The Lost spitting Truth to the people in pain.
I’m gonna squeeze some more Life and Death out of the moldering corpse of “hardcore”.
Because the lullabies you sing yourself sicken me
and your illusions are my fucking enemy.I came back just to step on some necks…
and piss in this pool for the rest of your hacks.
I came back just to step on some fucking necks.
I came back just to step on some necks.
I came back just to step on your fucking neck.
I came back just to step on some necks.
And piss on the illusions of the rest…
of you hacks.The truth is colder than a morgue slab and harder than a coffin nail.
Do you like apples?
How do like them apples?
About RAMALLAH (written in 2004):
RAMALLAH is the product of White Trash Rob (BLOOD FOR BLOOD, SINNERS AND SAINTS) taking a quick snapshot of the current turmoil of the world with the angry camera of his soul. RAMALLAH is a horrifying window into the sheer depravity and brutality that has resulted from the mantra of an eye for an eye and the credo of “do unto others as they have done unto you”. RAMALLAH seeks to expose the ugliness of the bloodshed we get a sneak peak of in the evening news. Rob explains, “We live in terrible times. People should be terrified and horrified and disgusted at what’s going on in this world and in their name every single day. Ramallah is here to shove it all right down their throats.”
Musically, RAMALLAH blends apocalyptic metal and chorus-oriented hardcore with eerie melody to result in a potent style of aggressive music. “This is the most aggressive music that I’ve ever written” says Rob, though he is quick to point out that Ramallah is no Blood For Blood clone or stand-in: “I don’t want to limit or pigeon-hole the band by attempting to descibe the sound. Let’s just say that although any fan of BFB will dig this, Ramallah has many more influences and elements. There’s even some melody here and there in the midst of all of the sonic apocalypse, though not enough to make it palatable or friendly to complacent white America” (laughs).
RAMALLAH’s main lyrical thrust is to uncover the death, disease, and sickness that is the world’s current climate. Rob vents, “It is a sick world that we live in. Not just my world, but the whole world. And I intend to shove it as many people’s faces as I can. So I’m holding back on the personal memoirs and anecdotes that I’ve often indulged in in the past. The whole world is burning as we speak. Right now the only crime is silence”.
