Steeped in a hard rock swing, brash punk energy, metallic bombast, and a healthy helping of death rock, these three musicians—Jimmy Calabrese [vocals, bass], Bobby Calabrese [vocals, guitar], and Davey Calabrese [drums]—established a diehard following and garnered immense critical praise outside of the traditional system, emerging as underground luminaries from their native Phoenix, AZ.
Tastemakers from Alternative Press and Guitar World to Metal Hammer, Rue Morgue, Fangoria, and Rock Sound have featured them, while the trio has shared the stage with the likes of Tiger Army, She Wants Revenge, Strung Out, Nekromantix, and more.
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Lords Of The Wasteland
Calabrese Lyrics
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Desert trash (Covered in shit)
Your number's here, yeah
Your number's up
You're through
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Lords of the dunes
Oh, yeah
These hills are watching
These hills have eyes
For you
Whoa-whoa the lords are here
We are fire
We are evil
We are demon, oh yeah
Our friends are dying to meet you
Our friends are dying to meet
Our friends are dying to meet you
Our friends, yeah
Whoa-whoa the lords are here
We are fire
We are evil
We are demon, oh yeah
The lyrics to "Lords of the Wasteland" by Calabrese depict a group of outcasts or rebels known as the "Lords of the Wasteland." The song has a gritty and rebellious tone, reflecting their disregard for societal norms and their embrace of a wilder, more lawless existence. The phrase "Desert trash (Covered in shit)" suggests that these individuals are seen as lowly and dirty by society, but they wear this label with pride.
The line "Your number's here, yeah, Your number's up, You're through" implies that their time has come, and they are ready to make their mark or leave their mark on the world. It signifies their confidence in their abilities and their defiance of any threats or obstacles they may face. The repeated phrase "Whoa-whoa-whoa" serves as a rallying cry or a chant, emphasizing their unity and determination.
The second verse introduces the idea that the hills are watching and have eyes for the Lords of the Wasteland. This suggests a sense of being observed or hunted, but the Lords welcome it. They thrive in this environment, relishing the challenges and dangers of their chosen lifestyle. They see themselves as powerful and dominant figures in their surroundings, hence the proclamation "Whoa-whoa the lords are here."
The chorus repeats the lines "We are fire, We are evil, We are demon, oh yeah." These phrases solidify their image as rebels who embrace their darker, more primal instincts. They are not afraid to be seen as wicked or malevolent; instead, they use these qualities to fuel their rebellion and set themselves apart from the mainstream.
The final lines of the song express that the Lords of the Wasteland have a network of friends who are eager to meet and join their ranks. This adds a sense of camaraderie and community to their narrative, highlighting that they are not alone in their beliefs and actions. The song ends on the repeated statement "Whoa-whoa the lords are here," reinforcing their presence and significance.
Line by Line Meaning
Lords of the Wasteland
Rulers of the barren land
Desert trash (Covered in shit)
Lowly individuals living in the desert, covered in filth
Your number's here, yeah
Your time has come
Your number's up
Your fate is sealed
You're through
You are finished
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Lords of the Wasteland
Rulers of the desert
Lords of the dunes
Rulers of the sand hills
Oh, yeah
These hills are watching
The landscape is observant
These hills have eyes
The land has ominous presence
For you
Directed towards the listener
Whoa-whoa the lords are here
We are fire
We are passionate
We are evil
We embody darkness
We are demon, oh yeah
We are wicked beings
Our friends are dying to meet you
Our allies eagerly await your presence
Our friends are dying to meet
Our comrades long to encounter
Our friends are dying to meet you
Our associates are desperate to connect with you
Our friends, yeah
Our companions, indeed
Whoa-whoa the lords are here
We are fire
We are burning passion
We are evil
We are darkness incarnate
We are demon, oh yeah
We possess demonic qualities
Lyrics © CALABRESE LLC
Written by: Robert Andrew Calabrese, James Patrick Calabrese Jr., David Joseph Calabrese
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
CALABRESE
LORDS OF THE WASTELAND LYRICS
Lords of the Wasteland
Desert trash (Covered in shit)
Your number's here, yeah
Your number's up
You’re through
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Lords of the Wasteland
Lords of the dunes
Oh, yeah
These hills are watching
These hills have eyes
For you
Whoa-whoa the lords are here
We are fire
We are evil
We are demon, oh yeah
Our friends are dying to meet you
Our friends are dying to meet
Our friends are dying to meet you
Our friends, yeah
Whoa-whoa the lords are here
We are fire
We are evil
We are demon, oh yeah
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