Song Lyrics
Song “The Hunt”
Music, lyrics, lead vocals, bass & back-up rhythm guitar by John Anthony, with creative lead & rhythm guitar work by Juliana Wilson.
Verse 1:
50 caliber blow, got the bull in my sites
But the muzzle pulled low, chase the moose all night
Trail of blood by the cliff, by the light of the moon
I could not resist, to take it home real soon
Pre-Chorus:
An melodies are comin’, to this young man’s soul
An night sounds are quiet, after the smoke will blow
Smoke will blow
Chorus:
Powder Down, Patch an Ball
Ramrod Hammer Fall
Fly, Lead heated eye
High, Fire supply
Try, To take my time
Moose it falls to the ground
Rack it is comin’ down
Verse 2
There’s ah dark monster I see, ah silhouette black
If I miss right now, I ain’t turnin’ back
An powder crack sings, fire lights the dark
A hit so close, an I’m sure it’s on mark
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
The Hunt
“The Hunt” by Singer / Songwriter John Anthony. Words, music, rhythm guitar & bass by John Anthony, with special guest for creative work on rhythm & lead guitar Juliana Wilson.
ABOUT THIS SONG:
“The Hunt” is a gritty, power rock song brought to life by John Anthony, who provides music, lyrics, lead vocals, bass, and backup rhythm guitar, while Juliana Wilson enhances the track with her creative lead and rhythm guitar work. Inspired by Anthony’s experiences hunting alongside his father, the song vividly captures the intensity of muzzle-load hunting, a tradition passed down from his dad, an avid gun collector. The opening verse thrusts listeners into the action with a “50 caliber blow,” a nod to the muzzleloader they crafted together from raw stock. The narrator locks onto a bull, only to have the shot pull low, sparking a relentless nighttime chase after a moose, guided by a blood trail under moonlight—an urge to claim the prize too strong to resist.
The pre-chorus shifts to a reflective moment, where melodies stir the young hunter’s soul amid the quiet of the night, punctuated by the fading echo of gun smoke. The chorus then explodes with the precise ritual of muzzle-loading—powder down, patch and ball, ramrod, hammer fall. It’s a visceral sequence, with “fly, lead heated eye” and “high, fire supply” painting the shot’s fiery flight, culminating in the moose’s fall and the triumphant descent of its rack. The second verse introduces a “dark monster,” a shadowy silhouette in the woods, heightening the stakes. A missed shot isn’t an option—there’s no turning back—and the powder cracks, illuminating the night as the hit lands true.
Rooted in a specific tale from his father’s younger days, chasing wildlife deep into the woods on a dark night, “The Hunt” blends Anthony’s imagination of that story—recounted upon his dad’s return—with his own hunting adventures as he came of age. The song pulses with the raw energy of those experiences, amplified by Wilson’s dynamic guitar riffs, making it a powerful tribute to legacy, adrenaline, and the wild pursuit etched into Anthony’s memory.
