Name: 10 Swervantes by Analog Son
Duration: 5 min 6 s
Description: Analog Son's first album released June 22nd features a world class lineup of 20 awesome funk musicians.

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Analog Son's first album released June 22nd features a world class lineup of 20 awesome funk musicians.

10 Swervantes

track from the epic closer-show of a fully sold out Colorado Winter tour. full show soon to come on archive.org 

BoomBox LIVE - World - Denver 2011

Jumo - Isora

A collection of introspection and experiences set to the soundtrack of our emotions. Drawing from the Indigo child prophecy and identifying with the many characteristics and struggles that accompany their journey. 

This was a project full of experimentation and without rules. Recorded in a basement over the course of 8 months.  

We want to create a dialogue through music and inspire change in peoples hearts toward a better world. Believing that music is the universal language, we hope that ours speaks to you,

Ecdysis (ft Stan)

Recorded at Iron Wax Studio in Erving, Mass

Engineered by Alan Evans 
Composed by Tim Palmieri 
Produced by Kung Fu 
Mixed by Alan Evans 
Mastered by Brad Smalling of Evergroove Studio
Video by Greg Ellis (https://youtu.be/YhDId_jEuGc)

Ninja Cuts

Ninja Cuts: Chop Suey

Brandon B Barker – Bass / Vocals
Rob Drayna – Guitar / Vocals
Tim Ouburg – Piano / Organ 
Max Webb – Guitar
Wyatt Richards – Drums
Dan Muir – Percussion
Dave Terran – Trumpet
Sterling Wootton – Saxophone (Tenor)
John Flanders – Saxophone (Soprano, Tenor)

Rahel-Liis Aasrand – Violin 
Ren Javadov – Cello

Recorded at Man vs. Music
by Mike Sasich and Greg Shaw
Mixed and Mastered by Mike Sasich
Artwork by Joel Bender

Building an Ocean:

I’m Building an Ocean 
in the corner of your eyes. 

The Forest is under water now, 
as we idly slip on by. 
The rose’s new host is Divine. 
Confined by 
your hindsight,
does not mean anything 
if you cannot look inside. 
We’ve already swallowed the hook 
that you used to hang your prom dress on, 
and I’m wondering, 
what took you so long 
to reel us all the way in?
Intrinsic value of what you can pull out, 
in regards to what you’re willing to give.

Is that what this whole life’s about?
  
Directionless progression:
this dexterous projectionist.
Un-aimed apples fall so much faster, 
with daft understanding. 
Branded a wounded soldier, stranded, 
land locked, and empty handed. 
These candid distorted images remain 
locked within these rusty crooked picture frames. 
Because anyone can play these shameless games, 
we’ve got twenty-one guns, but no names. 
Too many open casket masses have passed by virgin eyes.
The cannon blast’s “crack” masks the shrill sound of urgent cries. 
The Virgin dies,
diagnosis: suicide, 
and the verdict lies 
within a pair of dice.
Oh Christ, 
this Paradise is sinking under shrinking ice…
And there’s a doomsday eviction notice nailed to my chest,
it says, “You have six days to vacate and the seventh to rest.” 
I’m feeling pressed for time, 
trying to press rewind, 
and address the situation from a fresh state of mind. 
Like back before the plague of lying 
infected our kind 
and made us all more susceptible to step out of line. 
All these signs shift swiftly.
The situation’s sticky, 
but I don’t believe in pity, 
so don’t let me drown quickly. 
Please.

Don’t let me drown so quickly.
Please.

10 Swervantes

Analog Son

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