HOT N GLASSY

SWIMMING LESSONS

Lonely Mountain Town

A Love That Never Ends

Forever and Always

Back to Love

Forever Wrapped in a Smile

Starlit Letters

Suddenly Makes Sense

BIG BLACK BAG is a song about resilience, finding strength in yourself and those around around you who care, and an alternative to 'the dark path'. It's a single that was taken from the Greenshine album 'New Moon on Friday' (see www.greenshine.bandcamp.com)

New Moon On Friday

Big Black Bag

BIG BLACK BAG

Leather cracks in frozen dusk
Steam from breath, his eyes combust
Dragging hooks through alder bark
Blood leaves trails where nights go dark

He hums like a priest with a drill
The hyacinth blooms after every kill

Hyacinth Lobotomizer walks
Twisting spines and feeding stalks
Unnamed village, nameless dead
Brains leak pink on the riverbed

Rusty scoops in mittened fists
Lobotomy lists, alphabetic twists
Elders nailed to sauna doors
Kids whisper prayers through warped floorboards

“It’s for the flower,” he explains
While scraping marrow from the drains

Hyacinth Lobotomizer feeds
On spleens and twisted local creeds
His leather sack drips cold regret
He waters roots with villagers' sweat

Hockey goals turned autopsy rigs
Torsos posed like pagan pigs
Midnight sun won’t cleanse the stench
Each petal blooms from a severed wench

The village keeps no record books
Just moss, and screams, and lacerated looks

Hyacinth Lobotomizer reigns
Stomping through cerebral plains
No one leaves, no names are spoken
All that grows is split and broken

Blood seeps slow through brittle snow
No roads out, no path to go
The bloom survives, the mind decays
He plants again. Another phase.

Scent of lilac masks the bile
The lobotomy’s done. Now he’ll smile

Hyacinth Lobotomizer grins
As memory withers from within
The village breathes, but not for long
He’s already picked tomorrow’s son

Hyacinth Lobotomizer

A powerful, heartfelt ballad rooted in folk storytelling and punk grit, Beneath It All A Fire Burns There Still channels the quiet rage and resilience of working-class lives. With stripped-back acoustic instrumentation and weathered, emotionally raw vocals, the song captures the ghost of lost industry and the enduring spark of defiance.

Lewis Stevenson blends social realism with poetic flair, evoking comparisons to Billy Bragg and early Springsteen. A lament for a disappearing way of life, and a rallying cry to remember what still smoulders beneath the ashes.

Beneath It All A Fire Burns There Still

As I lay dreaming

This album has a substantial focus on loss and trying to move beyond it.

Alter

tgk - https://t.me/anemiegoat
ig - https://www.instagram.com/fuckfreakw?igsh=MXZtNjFmdnpzc2M5Mw%3D%3D&utm_source=qr

lyric:

напоминаю себе снова - кто я?
зачем вообще сюда пришёл и, что я забирал
на что я, блять, претендовал
я поджигаю сигарету и смотрю на небеса
я понял что не нужно держать - этих людей подле себя
не понимаю что произошло и, почему же я перестал - смотреть на звезды по ночам? 
я показал им настоящего себя, кому-то может не понравилось, но это уже не моя вина
я разебу весь мир и поменяю в нём всё, кроме себя
да, это точно будет уже моя зима!

Forever Wrapped in a Smile

Amanda Simpson

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