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Enter the Falkon

by Falkönner

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1.
Girl, See the flames In my eyes It should come as no surprise That I ride Through the fire Just as you desire We are young, wild and free Yeah and I'll speak whenever speaking to sounds good to me Dance in wild, savage streets Well now you're givin' desire like you're lovin's on fire, and it's gonna burn up the sheets Little girl, Feel my thick. And. Pulse. Ing drum Know the night times have begun Sense the weight Of my pride As I thrust inside We are young, wild and free We don't need the man to tell us 'bout democracy Freedom's shot Like a gun Ain't nowhere to hide from the devil inside Like an Icarus in the sun We are young, wild and free And I don't give a shit what your grandmomma thinks of me Laser's edge High and tight Baby, step inside, there's a ticket to ride On a razorblade in the night
2.
Pride of Columbia She came to me with moves so tuff She makin' luv to my brain on L.A. time So high, when she struts her stuff My bride in white is so uncut Don't need the man to tell me it's a crime In the middle of the night She's a dirty girl And it don't feel right To get down with no one else I'm still flyin' Inside my mind, White Lady Night I'm still tryin' To cut the razor's edge a line, alright I'm still flyin' Behind my eyes, White Lady Night No use cryin' Well just a little more, and I'll be all rite All dressed up in a dollar bill Don't need no whisky, wine or pills Well all I need is the touch of Lady White Step in time with the line she cuts Her blinding white gets me fucked up Love machine goin' hard into the night In the middle of the night It's another world And the time is right When I look into your mirror, girl I'm still flyin' Inside my mind, White Lady Night I'm still tryin' To cut the razor's edge a line, alright I'm still flyin' Behind my eyes, White Lady Night No use cryin' Well just a little more, and I'll be all rite Let me share with you my fantasy Drown the morning sun into the sea All this daylight's fuckin' killin' me All I need... Is the night and White Lady In the middle of the night She's an early girl And she feels so ripe Gonna dress her up in all of my pearls I'm still flyin' Inside my mind, White Lady Night I'm still tryin' To cut the razor's edge a line, alright I'm still flyin' Behind my eyes, White Lady Night No use cryin' Well just a little bump, and I'll be all rite
3.
Night time Watch as the crowd comes alive Electric libido Spotlight Rage as the stage catches fire From the metal Aikido It's live or die for the shred Samurai and it's catching his fingers on fire No one is gonna survive the attack from his six million watt amplifier Thrill you LIke a 6-string Samurai Kill you Like a 17th-century Shodokai* Will you Show me yours, 'cuz you're gonna see mine Like a shadow when I slip into your dojo in the night You gonna feel my 6-string fingers close in tight Live wire Kills indiscriminately This is the credo Wildfire Burning into minor key Death arpeggio He'll never stop on the shred to the top and if they say so they are a liar Live fast or die is the way to survive if you slow down it's your funeral pyre Thrill you Like a 6-string Samurai Kill you Yeah watashi to isshoni kite kudasai Will you Show me yours, 'cuz you're gonna see mine Like a shadow when I slip into your dojo in the night You gonna feel my 6-string fingers close in tight Thrill you Like a 6-string Samurai Kill you You keel my father prepare to die Will you Show me yours, 'cuz you're gonna see mine Like a shadow when I slip into your dojo in the night You gonna feel my 6-string fingers close in tight *This is completely wrong: Shodokai is the art of Japanese calligraphy. Shodokan is a practitioner of the martial art of Aikido. Eat me.
4.
The other day, I awoke in the night Couldn't see for it was dark Then I caught your scent on the breeze But it was only your wet spot Lying there, I knew you'd gone away Even though you once were mine Now the wind carries all that remains Back to my mind Even now, I can feel your eyes On my love at night In a hell that I fell into All I smell is you When I wake, I dress up in some things That you left here in my room So alone, and the wound it still stings Lingers in your old perfume People stare as I step outside True, they couldn't understand Lonely man, wearing your underwear On the outside Up all night, and I sleep all day I won't pay to play In a game that I fell into All I smell is you Dark feelings I'm reelin' Comprehending What the hell is...? In my sheets is Your essence Breathe my grief in All I smell is You Up all night, and I sleep all day I won't pay to play In a game that I fell into All I smell is (all I smell is) All I smell is (all I smell is) All I smell is (all I smell is) You
5.
Here we stand, on the eve of final war No one knows what for From the day they ignite the atom bomb Our love will shine on We will burn out that much brighter Our love is a freedom fighter Underneath the sky so dark is Passion glowing in the dark Radioactive lover (under the nuclear winter sky) Radioactive lover You know our love will never die Little man, opens suitcase, places hand On the doomsday switch Does he know, what we kill on his command Girl, ain't love a bitch? With my finger on your button I will detonate your lovin' Shoot my missile to your territory for explosive glory Radioactive lover (under the nuclear winter sky) Radioactive lover You know our love will never die Do they understand our fate? Will the genocide increase the peace?

about

It's not the 21st century, it's 1985. It's not the internet, it's the Sunset Strip. Off-the-shelf hair bands modeling corporate biker fashion are still just a twinkle in Bret Michaels' eye.

Falkönner is everything you love about that razor's edge in musical history (1983-1987) when seriously shreddy guitar riffs collided with catchy hooks and lush vocal harmonies to land heavy metal on the pop radio dial.

No tribute band, Falkönner is THEE all-original, radio metal song machine. The best hair metal band you've never heard of. A time capsule of fist-pumping f$%k-yeah heavy rock from the golden age.

credits

released March 22, 2019

All music and lyrics (except Candy-o) written and produced by Adam Sullivan.

Recorded at Great Magnet Recording, Santa Rosa, CA.

Candy-o written by Elliot Easton, Greg Hawkes, Ric Ocasek and Benjamin Orr.

Cover photo by Bryan Gray Photography, Napa, CA.

Falkönner logo by BackBeat Creative, Santa Rosa, CA.

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Falkönner San Francisco, California

It's not the 21st century, it's 1985.

It's not the internet, it's the Sunset Strip.

Everything you love about that razor's edge in musical history when serious riffs collided with pop hooks and vocal harmonies to land heavy metal on the radio. We are NOT a tribute band: this is all-original...the best hair metal band you've never heard.
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