Black posies
round the fringes
of a memory untapped.

The same piano
that shadow now
a vampire bat.

A phantom dance
through cemetery smoke
in boots of kerosene
and glass.

Stop-sign under idle moon.
Riding to survive
beneath the dome light.
One to scar and it stayed
while the rest left.

Tar traces.
The pavement fissures.
Thin coat rise to neons.
The afterglow a mystery.

A round, a stage
an empty rink.
A drama of the ashes.
Air embedded with sweat
and leaking sinks
and snakes.

Underground unbound.
Unbolting each lock to soul.
Silent and slow 
but wrong it goes
until the fractured
break to fall

to the cellar
where all the lost ones let
the poets of the moon
ink the wall tattoos
for which to paint
their future
or their doom.

Words by Riley Robinson

Extinct Ignition

Original acapella Che Paxin (Looperman)
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/22932/without-you-by-chepaxin-102bpm-pop-acapella
Photo : Paris vu de Montmartre

Without You Ft ChePaxin

Instrumental track, all guitars in drop c, mixed and “half” mastered” using Logic Pro. Composed by yours truly. Dm me your inquiries involving vocals or collaboration.

Dexterity (Demo14)

Hello… thanks for dropping by. This song is a loud, electric-slide song. It has overdriven slide, some homemade (learning how to:no drum kit) percussion, a vocal harmony and gravely vocals. I am happy I am able to do this at all, at 68 years of age… especially singing, which greatly wanes with age. (I really just started to sing within the last decade or so.) Traveling On… may be seen as a metaphor, or not, it doesn’t really matter. It might signify personal change or a movement toward and/or away from something. There is a hint of recognition, insofar as the unwavering essence of who we are… There is a suggestion of working toward peace. Again, this could be seen as metaphorical, in a sense of personal introspection. What do we espouse, condone and accept in this life for ourselves and society? Do you want to ‘Travel On’? Thanks for hanging out, Mark

Traveling On

I'm Waiting  - Mighty Dogg   Prod. Chameleon

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Dance Version

Mr. President, a moment if you please
Let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my country, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe, your 51st state, no

Friends like us gotta find a way
To make things right for the USA
Friends and family across the border
It's elbows up when we get in the corner
Where we live is happy home
Reaching for something that ain't your own
We understand you want to grow
Our advice, just leave it alone

Mr. President, a moment if you please
We used to be like brothers now you're coming after me
Mm-hmm we fought together, died together too
And I can't believe this nightmare is all because of you
So let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my country, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no

C'mon, I don't wannabe
Never wannabe
I really don't wanna be
I like you very much but I don't wanna be your 51st state

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no

Cover Art: Young King Henry, Todd J McLean

All rights reserved

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) [Dance]

After thinking about this for a little while I finally had an epiphany, women ain't the reason we drink but they are the reason we drink too much. Now that wasn't so hard to figure out was it?
 Here are the lyrics:

You drifted off to sleep another night of digging in deep 
it's not your fault don't take it so hard
 she never liked the friends you keep,

Women ain't the reason we drink,
But they are the reason we drink too much, 
let me come back home I promise I'll do better next time,

I'll try not to let the booze affect my mind
 I'll do better next time 
women ain't the reason we drink
 but they sure the hell are the reason we drink too much

Don't believe me don't deceive me 
don't make it your mission to relieve me 
of my love for a half gallon of Jack

Women ain't the reason we drink 
but they the reason we get caught up in the wind and Blown Away 
it's our only Escape

You drifted off to sleep don't take it so hard, she never liked the friends you keep

women ain't the reason we drink
but they are the reason we drink too much

let me come back home I promise I'll do better next time
I've been trying not to let your views affect my mind, I'll do better next time

Women ain't the reason we drink but they are the reason we drink too much let me open up my mind so you can find...  the train I drink too much, maybe you'll understand this time...

Women ain't the reason we drink (written and performed by Jess Johnson Music by Jake Angel)

Apotropaic

Bandcamp

Okeanos

Verse1
Everything sparkles around,
And surprises everyone.
Hot nights all around in bright neon lights,
Cool, fancy cars just flying by,
Bad girls beckon passersby.
The casino's calling — come in for the night.

But I was brought here by fate,
To increase my wealth and state.
Drenched in smells of perfume, whiskey, and grass...
But now I'm lost,
My way back is crossed.
I fear this isn't the path I chose.
Here you can end up with no money or clothes

Bridge:
Temptations just in the air
Every glance a daring dare
The city's pulse beats with desire
Fueling hearts that plays with fire

Verse 2
Velvet ropes and private rooms,
Danger hides behind perfumes.
Whispers, laughter drift out there through the haze,
Silver chips fall down like the rain,
Cold hearts get broken for the gain
And no one here has seen the sunlight in days.

I was in search of a sweet dream
Now I’m stuck in a loop, And it no more seems 
Where the nights are long and the rules don't apply.
The thrill won't last,
It burns out fast.
You blink — and it all flies by.
You're just a shadow under this neon sky.

Bridge:
Only when night falls does life begin here.
Money and alcohol come into play — and I hear:
Chorus:
Welcome, all — everyone to our Sin City!
Visit all — every corner of Sin City!
You can win the jackpot, Then spend it with pleasure.
But I'm lost here, I'm wasting 
My time without measure.

The dice are rolling, stakes are high,
Another chance to live or die.
The city's lights blur truth and all of the lies,
Temptation's grip, a sweet disguise.
I chase the thrill, ignore the cost,
But in this game, I'm always lost, 
Where truth dies.

The drinks are strong, the nights don't end,
You trust no foe, you trust no friend.
The smiles are fake, the glitz is just some showy guise
They toast your fall with gleaming eyes
You’re sold a fleeting paradise.
But all that glitters masks the lies —
Where truth dies.

Bridge:
Temptations just in the air
Every glance a daring dare
Money and alcohol come into play — and I hear:

Chorus:
Welcome, all — everyone to our Sin City!
Visit all — every corner of Sin City!
Fortunes made and sudden lost in Sin City 
Chasing dreams I got trapped, 
I got lost in Sin City.

Sin City

The Bleeding

Definitely not ripping off other bands here.

Metal guitarist and songwriter.
 In need of a vocalist, dm me for further info.

Dexterity (Demo14)

werdna