1) Falcon is Nathan Kozlowski, a Trance producer from Portland, Oregon. He started releasing music in 2011 and is currently still active.
2) Falcon is/was a member of the late-90s/early-2000s "Pulse" PC demogroup, and is likely best known for his score to the "Aural Sunflower" demo.
3) Falcon is a heavy metal band consisting of
Perry Grayson (ex-Isen Torr, ex-Pale Divine) - Guitar, Vocals (2002-present)
Greg Lindstrom (ex-Cirith Ungol) - Bass, Keyboards (2002-present)
Darin McCloskey (Pale Divine, Crowned in Earth) - Drums (2003-present)
Perry Grayson founded Falcon together with Greg Lindstrom (one of the founding members of Cirith Ungol) and Darin McCloskey (Pale Divine) to make heavy rock in the style of the 70s. They're also doing some Cirith Ungol songs that never got properly recorded in a studio. Falcon have released a demo in 2003 and two albums, self-titled debut in 2004 and "Die Wontcha" in 2008.
4) Falcon is an indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY which takes their name from Jared Falcon who had written every song of theirs between 1986 - 1988. Jared Falcon is not in the band. He wrote all the songs in high school and recorded them on a Fisher Price tape recorder. The tape recorder was discovered, the band formed.. magic ensued. Current members are Shannon, Jason, Neil, and Christian.
5) Falcon was the name of a late 80s/early 90s dance act whose biggest hit was Out Of Control.
The track was popular on pirate radio stations, particularly in the West Midlands, England.
6) Falcon is the MC name of Eddie Falcone, an anarchist hip-hop artist from San Francisco.
7) Falcon is a Dutch Drum and Bass producer: http://www.discogs.com/artist/Falcon, who released numerous Tracks on Citrus Recordings between 2001 - 2005.
8) Falcon is a Drum and Bass producer. Formerly known as Mister Falcon, he made his debut in 2019 with his track “Time”, which was released on Frequency Music.
Blackout
Falcon Lyrics
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The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now.
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
The disco ball is swinging low.
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.
When the crowd get's to spinning I can barely hold on.
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.
I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the, oh.
Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known.
I should have fucking known.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now.
It's the garbage on the radio that's taking home.
These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies.
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.
If this is victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight.
Am I right?
The lyrics of Falcon The's song Blackout describe a night out on the town that has spiraled out of control. All around, there are empty bottles and cigarette ashes covering the ground. Women are staggering out of the bar, their skirts hiked up scandalously. The singer muses that it's probably time to go home, asking their companion if they want to leave as well. In the background, the disco ball is turning low, casting flickering light around the room.
The singer found their lover on the radio, listening to songs from a long time ago. But suddenly, everything goes black as the singer experiences a blackout. They shout it out loud and feel like the devil is keeping time on the brake pad. They realize that it's the music on the radio that's taking them home. As things start to spin and the alcohol courses through their veins, they shout the wrong lyrics to a song. They know that it's time to go home, but they stomp to the beat of the music, feeling a frenetic energy. The singer then reflects on the music on the radio that they should have known was just garbage. They shout again that it's the garbage on the radio that's taking them home.
Overall, the lyrics of Blackout paint a picture of a night out that has gone awry. The singer is struggling to keep control as drugs and alcohol take hold. Despite this, they still feel the energy of the music, even as they acknowledge that the songs on the radio are just garbage.
Line by Line Meaning
All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground.
Empty bottles and cigarette ashes litter the floor.
The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now.
Scantily-clad women stumble out of the club as expected.
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
It's time to leave, do you want to leave with me?
The disco ball is swinging low.
The shimmering ball above the dance floor is coming to a stop.
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.
The singer discovered love through the music on the radio that reminded him of the past.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.
The singer is experiencing a blackout and urges others to acknowledge it. The Devil seems to be in control of the situation.
It's the music on the radio that's taking me home.
The music is the only constant and provides comfort in turbulent times.
When the crowd gets to spinning I can barely hold on.
The chaos of the dancing crowd is overwhelming and difficult to keep up with.
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.
Alcohol courses through the singer's body and he sings the wrong lyrics.
I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
The singer acknowledges the need to leave and asks if others want to leave with him.
So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the, oh.
The singer will dance to the beat of the music until it's time to leave.
Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known. I should have fucking known.
The singer realizes the music on the radio is not good and regrets listening to it.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now.
The singer experiences another blackout and urges others to acknowledge it. The Devil seems to be operating the vehicle.
It's the garbage on the radio that's taking me home.
Despite the poor quality of the music, it still provides a sense of familiarity and comfort.
These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies.
The music charts consist of songs that are unimpressive and meaningless.
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.
The singer has enjoyed better music from impromptu performances in the park than from mainstream hits.
If this is victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight.
The singer would rather listen to depressing music than celebrate with the current popular hits.
Am I right?
The singer asks for validation of his opinion on the state of music.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DOUGLAS B RASHEED, PETER RAMIIREZ, ROBERT GUTIERREZ
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