Marching Orders

by King's German Legion

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Marching Orders is King's German Legion's first recording effort.

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released February 24, 2017

King's German Legion is:

Major Jake Gordin - Guitar / Vocals

Captain Brian Ritchie - Bass / Vocals

Lieutenant Rebecca Doss - Drums / Vocals

Marching Orders was tracked and mixed in Birmingham, AL by David Allen.

Marched Orders was mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion.

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Track Name: Blues in the Water
Five dollars a man
Twice that if they got something on their shoulder
I got cash in hand
For each living Yankee that you get across the border
It's a simple plan
And one’ll make you rich if you do what you outta
Raise your right hand
And swear to the bottle that you care for your brother
Guardian angel, safe from the slaughter
Twenty-four hundred blues in the water

We’ll pack ‘em in
Standing room only all the way to intermission
Like fish in a tin
It ain’t high living but it’s better than the prison
It ain’t no sin
To make a little money in the service to your nation
Wipe off that grin
You won’t get a sniff until we get out of the station
Eyes on the river, mind on the dollar
Twenty-four hundred blues in the water


Bless my soul
Black as coal
Dark as the Mississippi
Come on children sing it with me
Number one boiler’s gonna blow

Oh Captain Mason
I will confess
Sultana’s burning 'neath us
I must protest


This union gold
That’s filling up your pocket’s gonna drag you to the bottom
This ferry’s toll
Is payable to Charon and the father who begot him
We’re going home
To Hell and Ohio and the Devil and the Governor
To each his own
I can’t wait to tell ‘em ‘bout my drunkard of a partner
It’s death for the dealer, praise for the plotter
Twenty-four hundred blues in the water
Track Name: Five Flag Rag
Somewhere between Royal and The Water
I was making Alabama love to some Mississippi daughter
Well she rolled like the ocean, swole like the sea
And I can tell ya if she's coming then she's coming after me

Crawling up Saint Frank with all the fellas
The streets are running over and the river’s getting jealous
There's a sax on the alley howling to the dawn
And if you ain't know the melody you'd best get gone

Only tune on the radio's the Five Flag Rag
Nobody needs a date because we all go stag
Put your hands up in the air and your dreams inside the goddamn bag

But pounding in my head is still the Five Flag Rag
A rhythm immaterial - a well-worn gag
I'd tell you all the story but the moral’s such a damned ol’ drag

Somewhere between Royal and The Water
The sun’ll melt your mettle and it's only getting hotter
You'd better boil all your leather / burn up all your chrome
Before this prison of a city starts to feel like home
Track Name: NE319 - Fundamentals of Applied Necromancy
I think we’ve started something
In your magnetic field
Your skin of timber crushing
Your skeleton of steel

Your cheek stained red with blossoms
Drawn from your lover’s hand
I swore I’d never hurt you
But I am just a man

They said we’d never make it
They scoffed at all our pain
We’ll see how hard they laugh when
Their chests are bound in chain

They fail though they may toil
You cannot banish me
My spirit is immortal
In my phylactery
Track Name: Autumn City
Autumn City
Man was a visionary
On the path of a missionary
Across the sea, to make a name
Over a living bridge
Into the city of smoke and kids
To wear a crown among the flames

When you look into the mirror
Do you see a warm interior?

I’d rather be the king away
Than stay at home and be a slave
I’d rather be the king…

Visions of shot and steel
What he sees cannot be real
With eyes that lie, and words that stray
Green sky, dull sludge
Blue blood, orange mud
The autumn city’s never grey

Running through the streets
Frightened by the folk he meets
With a knife strapped on his hand.
Staring through his back
House to house all burnt to black
Born of flame he’s just a man

Back out across the bridge
Running through the woods he lives
Left the book upon a stone
Words that are not his
Voices call out, they insist
The autumn city’s not your home
Track Name: Names of the Sun
My town
This city
Burned down, ain’t too pretty
Hot rats
Runnin round
They ain’t gon cop to me

Too long
I’ve been here
Old king, rackin up years
Burn the throne
Leave me alone
the path before me clear

Fortunes roll as dice foretold names of the setting sun
Witches dance while hermits chant, the vision has begun
Chicken bones and ancient tomes have burned their message high
Pour it on, blood for song, reaching for the sky

New streets
All around
Old man, run out of town
These men
Look like beasts
They ain’t gonna take me in

First stone
Second flame
One the same, day to day
He can’t fight
The second sight
That opens up his mind

Fortunes roll as dice foretold names of the midnight sun
Witches dance while hermits chant, the vision has begun
Chicken bones and runic tomes have burned their message high
Pour it on, blood for song, reaching for the sky

See me now
Gonna live out loud
Tear it off
They won’t pull me in

My town
This city
Burned down, ain’t too pretty
Hot rats
Runnin round
They ain’t gon cop to me

Too long
I’ve been here
Old king, rackin up years
Burn the throne
Leave me alone
the path before me clear

Fortunes roll as dice foretold names of the morning sun
Serpents dance, the witch enchants, sacrifice is done
Orphan homes and glowing stones have burned their message high
Pour it on, blood for some, reaching for the sky