Widetrack - Tribal (acoustic version)
The father-son musical duo of Ron and Zach Tippin perform an acoustic version of their song, 'Tribal'. Recorded on Thursday, October 20, 2022 for 11 Mile Sessions.
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Widetrack is the musical partnership of Ron Tippin and his 18 year-old son, Zach.
The duo's "Alterna-Prog" sound strikes a balance between the moody-deep undertones of such progressive groups as Pink Floyd, Radiohead, Porcupine Tree, The Mars Volta, etc., with the heaviness of alternative and hard rock bands like Soundgarden, Queens Of The Stone Age, Tool, etc.
Between 2007 and 2016, Ron self-released the band's first three albums, 'Widetrack', 'Widetrack II', and 'Widetrack III', Zach's recording debut, as bassist.
Beginning in January 2019, the father-son team wrote, recorded and released one new song each month, marking Zach's debut as a songwriter and recording engineer, as well as the first time Ron had written Widetrack music with another person.
The twelve songs comprise Widetrack's fourth album, The Unwakening, released on April 23rd, 2020 (Zach's 16th birthday).
Widetrack is currently booking live dates and working on their fifth album.
LYRICS:
Tribal
War has come
Rome will burn
Curse your ground
For my sake
Threads open
Spoken tongues
Bent on their false idols
And all this talk
It gives no ground
Find your in
Drive engagement
Sway no one
Scroll your way on
Dead strawmen
Haunt my thoughts
Still, your friends won’t mind much
And all this talk
It gives no ground
Trust no one
Spite the “brainwashed”
This moment
Is nowhere
(LEAD)
Shared comments
Won’t bind us
Save for their cold silence