These accomplished musicians blend and contrast styles in compelling and sometimes shocking ways. Their art is not an experiment. It is passionate and alive because of their deep understanding and mastery of the individual styles of music they play. Estradasphere's music is cerebral, vibrant, and daringly playful.
The Estradasphere experience includes passion, humor, and at times, awe-inspiring brilliance. Their music is complex yet inviting, seducing the listener across time, space, and genre.
Estradasphere shows are intensely dynamic: outrageous yet introspective, tongue-in-cheek yet sincere. Every show is unique, never ceasing to stir excitement and challenge the audience's expectations.
They continue to expand their performance experience, appearing at nightclubs, festivals, universities, symphony halls, theaters, and even circuses. Currently based out of Seattle, WA.
Jungle Warfare
Estradasphere Lyrics
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Run by wolves
Ruled by pigs
Occupied by sheep
Branding them in broad daylight
That's okay, 'cause I'm alright
The troughs run low
The pen you go
Cauterized, enslaved
The wolves feast
On the weak
Hearded by the hunter
You'll follow the tail in front
Who's ass smells like your own
Where is sheepman
Gods, be pleased
I slit, my guts
Red, as roses
Food, for maggots
Love wealth, love hate
Love wealth, love pain
Love wealth, love guns
Love wealth, love drugs
Love wealth, (?)
Love wealth, love death
Be pleased
The sickled tongue, misleads
You to a right god
To bless
Our nation of sheep
Darwin, grow me the horns
And I will, charge my way out of here
Branding them
In pale moonlight
That's okay, we're bred to die
on a greener
Grassier, front line
The lyrics to Estradasphere's song Jungle Warfare describe a dark and oppressive world where a nation is run by wolves, ruled by pigs, and occupied by sheep. The sheep are branded in broad daylight, indicating their submission to the ruling forces. Despite this, the singer of the song seems unfazed and unaffected by the events around them. However, as the lyrics progress, the singer's tone becomes more urgent as they describe the dwindling resources and increasing oppression. The wolves feast on the weak, and the sheep are herded by hunters. The singer questions the whereabouts of Sheepman, representing a possible savior or leader for the oppressed. As the song continues, the singer speaks of love for wealth, hate, pain, guns, drugs, and death, indicating the themes of greed and power that dominate the society described in the song. The lyrics end with a call for Darwin to "grow me the horns", which can be interpreted as a plea for strength and a desire to fight against the oppressive ruling forces.
Overall, the lyrics of Jungle Warfare paint a bleak picture of a society oppressed by greed and power, with a few powerful individuals ruling over the masses who are kept in line through branding, herding, and oppression. The singer seems to recognize the direness of the situation but is at the same time resigned to it, perhaps feeling powerless to change it. The call for Darwin to "grow me the horns" at the end of the song can be seen as a rejection of this helplessness, a desire to fight against oppression and for freedom.
Line by Line Meaning
One nation
We are a single nation
Run by wolves
The ones in power are like wolves, dangerous and cunning
Ruled by pigs
Those who govern us are greedy and selfish, like pigs
Occupied by sheep
The rest of us are weak and passive, like sheep
Branding them in broad daylight
They are being labeled and categorized publicly
That's okay, 'cause I'm alright
It doesn't bother me because I am okay
Wait, oh no
Something has gone wrong and we didn't anticipate it
The troughs run low
Our resources are running out
The pen you go
We are corralled and trapped with no other options
Cauterized, enslaved
We are trapped and oppressed by those in power
The wolves feast
Those in power are benefiting from our suffering
On the weak
They are taking advantage of the vulnerable among us
Hearded by the hunter
We are being hunted and controlled by those in power
You'll follow the tail in front
We are blindly following those in front of us
Who's ass smells like your own
We are following those who are similar to ourselves
Where is sheepman
We are searching for someone to lead us out of our current predicament
Gods, be pleased
May the gods be kind to us and help us out of our situation
I slit, my guts
I am sacrificing myself for a greater cause
Red, as roses
My blood is flowing like red roses
Food, for maggots
I will die and my body will be eaten by maggots
Love wealth, love hate
Our society is focused on wealth and the negativity it brings
Love wealth, love pain
Our pursuit of wealth is causing us pain
Love wealth, love guns
Our society values violence and weaponry
Love wealth, love drugs
We are addicted to drugs as a way of coping with our problems
Love wealth, (?)
There is more to our society that values wealth over everything else
Love wealth, love death
Our chasing after wealth and power is leading to our demise
Be pleased
May we find happiness and prosperity
The sickled tongue, misleads
Those who speak falsely are leading us astray
You to a right god
May we find the right path and follow a just cause
To bless
May we be blessed by a higher power
Our nation of sheep
Our society is passive and weak
Darwin, grow me the horns
May we evolve to become stronger and more resilient
And I will, charge my way out of here
I will lead the way out of our current predicament
Branding them in pale moonlight
Our society is being labeled and categorized even in the moonlight
That's okay, we're bred to die
We are not meant to last long, so it doesn't matter
on a greener
In a better and more prosperous
Grassier, front line
Place we hope to reach where we can thrive and be happy
Contributed by Addison L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
heyimgoingtoplaysomegames
For those who don't know, this is John Merryman, of Cephalic Carnage, playing drums. Just for this one track. ;)
Tim Page
This is a tune and a half! Fucking yeah!
Toprak
The guitars sound crispy as fuck but the drums sound like they were recorded in the 70s. This could've been a good song.
Death Think
fuck yea!