Reloaded By: Eight Feet Tall (Lyrics)

Take the pedal push it down & don't look back
desolation angel dreamin like my name was kerouac

Rackin up the issues now the slogan is attack
we been thru it so just screw it, put the world up on my back

all the drama leads up to a tree across the tracks
& I don't have the means to cut it, break it down & get it stacked

but I got the strength to blast it, get it out & move on past
my neighbors keep ignorin me, This stupid Russian ass


despite the daunting task the little cash I had'll last
combine it with my train of thought I'm walkin kinda fast

diggin up the graves of ghosts that haunted in the past
now the futures lookin oldschool, followin the path

whats the meanin of some static gone flat
feelin like a bug in traffic hit the window then I splat

shivilry at last to put society on blast
& haters take a shot - cause were reloaded comin fast



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Gonna push it til' the wheels come off
We gonna' keep on goin til the make us stop
& you can, call the haters they can take a shot
We're sayin, We reloaded bout' to break you off
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You might think a little drama doesn't resonate
The earth beneath my feet opened up I had to levitate
I could find a way to help eliminate the hate
or paint a gloomy picture for remaining fake to separate

For all the busy work I piled on my plate today
I wonder if the waiting line solidified my fate away
lookin like I'm Jordan every time I drain a fadeaway
resiliance in every state,  you wouldn't make it anyway

and now were searchin for a needle in the hay for days
an unpredicted maze remakin roads that only led to haze
everybody wants a piece to take the pain away
but pain defines the right to make decisions based above the hate

take a minute to rethink, divise , resisitate
everybody elevates but earn it for you regulate

If it was given, then I bet respect'll melt away
It's time we go our seperate ways, but I hope you have a lovely day

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Gonna push it til' the wheels come off
We gonna' keep on goin til the make us stop
& you can, call the haters they can take a shot
We're sayin, We reloaded bout' to break you off

Controlling The Devil By: Eight Feet Tall (Lyrics)

This whole world is changing
Gotta try to stop the hating
now the Devil's in your control

This whole world is changing
gotta try to stop the hating
Now the Devil's in my soul
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Take a step a little further & see
if reflections not the question
what you lookin' to see

Now we're drivin' down a one way street
& You don't even seem to notice
cause your lookin' at me

Devils feet, Devils dance & glee
Devil might be better,
bringing cheddar for free

step back, step down, step up
push the pedal to the metal
cause the rest don't give a fuck

now your laughing playing chicken with a truck
& you don't see the obvious your ships already sunk

that's fine, click the cuffs & ride
don't mean to transfer ignorance, the devil got me high

thanking god that your breathing & alive
now that's some fuckin' irony but push it to the side

the next day, turn the key & drive
forget what happened yesterday, todays the day you die


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Try to make plan he knocks it
he better never see me drop this
says this hating has control

Another day of feeling helpless
he tells me that I'm being selfish
I take the light & spark his bowl

This whole world is changing
Gotta try to stop the hating
now the Devil's in your control

This whole world is changing
gotta try to stop the hating
mow the Devil's in my soul
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We gotta go & stop the hating
devil in my brain getting angels naked

levels in my mind leaving crazy vacant
try to find my place but every seat is taken

anybody notice that the world is breaking?
Devils dropping bombs & we look complacent?

everybody smile cause I know your faking
took a devil like me to get discussions shaking

Gotta wonder what the earth is baking
nobody ever gives but if they can their taking

not a lot of love in a thought forsaken
not a lot of change in this life were making

everybody stand cause its time to move
gotta make a difference if we wanna pull through

ain't much left for society to do
cause the devil not a person
no the devil's in you

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Try to make plan he knocks it
he better never see me drop this
says this hating has control

Another day of feeling helpless
he tells me that I'm being selfish
I take the light & spark his bowl

This whole world is changing
Gotta try to stop the hating
now the Devil's in your control

This whole world is changing
gotta try to stop the hating
mow the Devil's in my soul

The Mask By: Eight Feet Tall (Lyrics)

Pull the brim low
because it's time to face the eyes
no matter where I go
no my stash ain't far behind
Hip Hop gold
but I'm caught between the lines
reggae soul, but I'm white
so bleach your eyes

Gonna ride the tides around mine
if the player don't play
& the team don't mind
gotta find the time to rewind this side
cause an A-track rhyme  doesn't age too fine


Let's all put different faces
everybody in your spaceships
screw this planet let's replace it
fix this place before we waste it

Put a maze in waves around hay days
purple haze & fade the things they say
little rage ain't raise the real pay wage
here's the play to save the day plainly

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We got the brains in place &
don't matter who we're facin'

re-arrange this planets pace &
just call it space invadin'

We been around & we know what your drink is
You lost your mask now we see what your thinkin'

Got love  but I'll save you time
you ain't walkin' with a broken spine

Ain't no limit for the mind to shine
Bring your gimmick if you challenge mine

What's a little kid gotta do to fly
world gone dark never saw the signs

Hit that spark time to light the lies
mask so fake  that the music died

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You are what you are so set the bar
not too far try your reach & grab the stars
blast off hard take a map & walk on mars
It's your yard no one else can box with god

Flip that switch go & face the angry mob
take your mask throw it out across the pond
make that switch time play the only song
it's your life & it's on but not for long

Missed that & you take off strong
never had a second to rethink whats wrong
tellin' all your friends that your hope is gone
bailin' on your plans cause your mask fell off

feelin' half wrong it's on before dawn
& those that don't mind  won't make it too long
we all sing along  the feelings too strong
the music all gone  its time to move on

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We got the brains in place &
don't matter who we're facin'

re-arrange this planets pace &
just call it space invadin'

We been around & we know what your drink is
You lost your mask now we see what your thinkin'

Got love  but I'll save you time
you ain't walkin' with a broken spine

Ain't no limit for the mind to shine
Bring your gimmick if you challenge mine

What's a little kid gotta do to fly
world gone dark never saw the signs

Hit that spark time to light the lies
mask so fake  that the music died

Over The Hill By: Eight Feet Tall (Lyrics)

Every memory
is dealt with different energy

the words just melt to me
like speaking is my enemy

& she's defending me
while I'm still acting selfishly

but I'm  not gonna talk
like I walk the walk

If I don't depart
she can have my heart

so do a little mathematics

break apart the pieces
of the future addicts

& Now were stuck on true dramatics

can't pull apart the essence
of the drive that pushes freely on
ugly my habits
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& I've just had it
so saddened by people goin mad that

I'm pushin' past it feelin guilty
while I'm lookin backwards

& I'm the bastard that's leavin' his friends
completely baffled

maybe I'm shook but not rattled
so gimme back the paddle
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It's just to early to tell
but I can hear the bells

they're ringing off in the hills
& getting closer still


guess I should swallow that pill
maybe I'm  over the hill
can't even pay all my bills
I'll take a minute to chill


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what are the skills
that help you people appeal
when all these dignitary visionaries
goin' in for kills

could of picked a better pen to write
on paper that I fill

when they bite more than can chew
I'm the one the pays the bill

so tell me why the vibe is rotten
closer to the core

If I put my life on records
they won't sell it in the stores

but nothing brings me more to peace
than standing by the shore

a quiet place to contemplate
I'll disappear some more

that ain't fair
but I doubt you care
I'ma slap that glare
better lose that stare

& that just brings me closer to the door

winnin' by a hair
with the sound impaired
now I lost my fare
got a flat no spare

I'm bound to plummet down before I soar

so what the hell you doin'
if your livin to sustain

somewhere along the line
you lost the dreams up in your brain

& all along the waters edge
you've shattered them in pain

the broken pieces still remain
don't think they'll ever fade

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& I've just had it
so saddened by people goin mad that

I'm pushin' past it feelin guilty
while I'm lookin backwards

& I'm the bastard thats leavin his friends
completely baffled

maybe I'm shook but not rattled
so gimme back the paddle

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It's just to early to tell
but I can hear the bells

they're ringing off in the hills
& getting closer still

guess I should swallow that pill
maybe I'm  over the hill
can't even pay all my bills
I'll take a minute to chill

The Mask (Album Review) By: Dean Chiungos

When you're Eight Feet Tall, you always stand out, especially in a crowd.

Because you're fundamentally outstanding.

So it only follows that 8FT's debut album, "The Mask," is an artistic revelation, a diverse, progressive, seven-track mashup that's hooking pop and underground music fans alike, and everyone in between.

With the album's release, frontman Pete Doom -- whose stage name hardly masks the undying optimism projected in his seamless lyrics -- has made one giant leap into the upper-echelon of "undiscovered" hip-hop talents.

Then again, those of us who've followed Pete's evolution over the past decade have long since discovered his ability to unify a band, fusing orchestral originality with flowing rhymes. In "The Mask," 8FT's teamwork is well complemented by the enchanting refrains of guest vocalist Sarah "Lil' Shrimp" Semiski, the voice of Big Ol' Dirty Bucket.

However ironically, and unlike most musicians with mainstream potential, Pete doesn't wear the proverbial mask. If you've seen him live -- when an enhanced passion emerges in his voice, one that should continue to develop in 8FT's produced tracks -- it's plain to see that he's the face of the group and its overwhelmingly uplifting vibe, a natural entertainer.

Thoughtfully musing on the uncertain state of the world and politics without political motivation in "Fight Your War" and "Fly Summer," Pete inspires the pursuit of realistic ideals and appreciation for life. Having recently lost his father -- a great man by all accounts -- he speaks the truth from personal experience, and with unwavering belief in his words.

It's not an agenda -- it's who Pete is, a young Marshall Mathers without the rage and baggage. No preaching, no altruism, just all-truth-ism.

But it's not all about Pete.

The developing greatness of 8FT lies in its unity, as the orchestra puts its collective talent on full display in a pair of instrumental tracks, "Rusty Trombone" and "Burn Cruise,"

Collectively," trombonist Vinay Bhatt, trumpeter Kai Sandoval, guitarist Tom Barry, bassist Rance Mohammed, drummer Lucas Batten and saxophonist Justin Mayfield don't just go gangbusters; in "Rusty Trombone," they go "Ghostbusters," showcasing a party-friendly, retro sound that's easy to listen to, but hardly easy-listening (who wants that?).

This crew is on the right track, regardless of the song.

Expect Eight Feet Tall to reach new heights and steal the show when they take the stage at the historic House of Blues in Boston Feb. 15.

- Dean Chiungos

“The Mask” is on sale for $6.93 on iTunes and for only $5.99 on BandCamp.com.

Listen to tracks and learn more about the band at YouTube.com/EightFeetTall,Facebook.com/EightFeetTall and EightFeetTall.BandCamp.com.

Follow the band on Twitter @8FeetTallBand.



Dean Chiungos