Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Fresh Bands, TRIFREEZE

Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed and mastered by The Mysterious Decibel

Under The graveyard
The bones remain stiff
Grab yourself a corpse
And have yourself a whiff
You got that Flesh juice martini
Intestine beanie
Liver fleshlight wrapped right around ya weenie
Don't get outta control
You'll pay the toll
Grim will chop stick your rectum bootyhole eggroll
You keep on Robbin the grave
you'll be a slave
to the cell walls as you're diddled in your bat cave
The dead of the night flip around like ragdolls
flickering moonlight with the stare of the owls
grave gang unite
Grave gang unite
Harvest all of them bones while they're pearly and white
Richard Dunn we are coming to make things right
All the  Blood sweat and sin will be worth it Tonight
If you take abundant deeds and you turn them around
Do they spit acid when they speak at what made them profound

Grave Robbin
We're Grave Robbin
Pull up to the cemetery head bobbin
We're Grave Robbin
Grave Robbin
While someone sits alone with their head Sobbing
Try to gain a soul that we never had
Giving for the souls that they never had
Grave Robbin
We're Grave Robbin
Pull up to the cemetery head bobbin

Grave Robbin' Head Bobbin'

Cast of Characters:

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four string fretless bass, vocals, lyrics, and seed idea
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T electric guitar
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – clavinet and VST sax     
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, mix, and production
Eclectic Collective -- composition

This song started its life as one of a batch of bass lines Josh came up with around the New Year holiday. He recorded it to a rudimentary drum loop, which Ken replaced perfectly with his own beat. Stephen joined the project next, adding his chordally flavorful, foundational guitar you hear underlying the entire song. Not to miss out on the guitaring, Tez came up with the ethereal guitar fills that float around in there. Mark came after Tez with his textural wah clavinet, also adding the wonderful sax solo you hear in the middle. 
  After it was done musically, Josh went back and wrote some lyrics and sang them, too.
  Once it was in the can, we asked Tez to do the honors of mixing it for us, which he did in his always expert fashion. 
  This is a fine example of the Eclectic Collective coming together to create a heartfelt song.  We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:Sometimes I think about 
Things we used to talk about
Now I have to go without
Ever looking at your face x2
 
But I want you near me
Wish that you could hear me

What if we could ever reach
Out to the other each
But what would we say?
Is it just another routine day? x2
  
It makes my heart hurt bad
When I think of what I had
Now you’ve slipped away
Seems I saw you just the other day
 
Life can be really cruel
And I can be a fool
But I wish there were a way
I could hear what you would say

Loss (Eclectic Collective)

This piece was inspired by a trip to Salmon River in the Ghost Town of Hyder, Alaska with my son David in 2023.
Every year thousands of salmons migrate the River of their origin for spawning. The journey can take up to a year. After spawning  the salmons  protect their eggs until death which occurs after a few days for most of the salmons. For them the circle of life comes to an end here. For the bears they are food and so you are able watch both salmons and bears if you are lucky. The place is mystical,: the beginning of new life and death at the same place.

When I send a raw edition of this to Carl from ‚The Beautiful Dark‘, he agreed to work on it and wrote some gorgeous lyrics and a vocal line in no time. I am very happy about this collaboration with a great musician and a very nice guy. Hope you enjoy!

https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark

Salmons Heaven

Look! We have eggs.
In 3 months they hatch.
Feed off yolk-sac. Alevin need not beg
Eat several weeks, Let growth attach.

Curate now, fry, five to ten weeks
You're swimming. Silver. A fish so to speak.
Careful now, Downstream.. Predator meet!
Life Lives we made it. Dear Parr says we saved us
East now. Lets evade blood. Finger markings make stones of us.

Smolt. School! Strength in all yous!
Adjusting our bodies for salt water truths
Look silvery again
May an Ocean we know
Ocean as Adult
Now feed
Smolt feed grow

Hazards: Men, seals, whales
Eat, hide, sleep, repeat these days with tail
Above look dark
Viewed from below white future spark
Easy, you zipped 2000 miles plus, left no mark
Now, home time, take magnet of map. Follow the heart.

Spawning adult we sense that circle
Pure birth rivers to Salmon their temple
As rugged rapid ready redden our new
We dodged the bears. Natal stream for me and you
Now shake that tail. Fill our Redd
I'll fertilise. Let's protect till dead

Salmons Heaven

The Beautiful Dark Vocals + Lyrics
BeSinger Composition, Instruments, Back Vocals

Salmons Heaven (with The Beautiful Dark)

Flora Pines

Pine Straw and Time Travel

you dirty sod...you dirty bastard...you dirty f#$kr...what a f#$ng rotter...Dec 1976...The Sex Pistols brief live TV interview with  presenter Bill Grundy resulted in 30 seconds of Profanity as a very drunk Steve Jones, goaded on by a drunk and lecherous Grundy, let him have it... the encounter was headline news the next day and controversy followed .... 
here is a  link to the 90 second interview that cost Mr. Grundy his job.
https://youtu.be/boQGEyAcZwo?si=AkWVhxeDK7PJeRJ0

Now, as my angst turns to anger with the politics of today,  I borrow Mr. Jones' knack for the profane to punctuate my verse..thx Steve.
...like him I'm just an ole punk rocker in decay...

What Steve Jones Once Said

To all you two-faced
Doublespeak
Money grabbing politicians 
Noise polluting nonsense
I'll say what Steve Jones once said
#&*!@$!!!!
His voice inside my head

To all this short-stick
Tariff shit
Fascist reboot coalition
Nimby ploys and Brownshirt boys
I'll say what Steve Jones once said
&%$#@!!!
His words I have retread

This sonic stone I throw
To Pistol poke the bear
I like to speak some drunk Steve Jones
To the greed
And gob out there

To all you warmonger 
Border breakers
Bomb us to submission 
Wading through your wickedness 
I’ll say what Steve Jones once said
#$%^&!!!
All the lies I have been fed

To all you MAGA rights
And you ultra lefts
Stoking this division
Shut yer traps I'm sick of you
I'll give you some Steve Jones instead
@#%$&!!!
Now our words are wed

His curses from the past
A crude footnote in history 
I have recycled and rehashed
Bill Grundy’s moment
Of infamy

Lyrics HotR/Jones
Music HotR

What Steve Jones Once Said

Haven’t been on the cloud much lately. Been travelling across the southern Australian coastline, to the beautiful and remote Kangaroo Island. Its beauty seemed strangely juxtaposed to the horrors going on elsewhere.

Haunting Moods of Change

Pole Shift

The earth shakes below
lightning flashes above
hearts and minds are broken
Poison all around

Nowhere else to go
Everywhere the same
There’s no time at all
where we find ourselves

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Swallowing the hook
we consume the bait
Can’t agree at all
Save the need for change

Divided in our minds
Can’t tell love from hate
Then before we know
It may be too late

Blind with mental plays
walk into the blaze
Cannot see what’s here
in front of our face

Earth shakes below
lightning flashes above
hearts and minds broken
Poison all around

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Earth shakes below
lightening flash above
Hearts and minds broken
Poison all around

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Seeing in real time
Following the way
Having seen what’s real
Only truth will stay

Lightly holding on
As the poles turn round
peaceful through it all
as the world falls down

Pole Shift (2025 Remaster)

Nova

voici une musique que j'ai composé en 2006 qui n'avait pas de texte à l'époque, j'ai écrit ce texte en portugais dernièrement et l'ai proposé à Julien Apelian qui avec son immense talent a fait les claviers et refait les batteries et percussions ainsi que l'arrangement, mastering.

paroles, voix et musiques : Steph Ouna
Voix : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
Claviers, percussions et batteries, arrangement, mastering : Julien Apelian https://soundcloud.com/audio-colors

Uma mistura de culturas
Sonho com todos os países
Todas as linguas
está no meu coração
Encha-nos com canções e alegria
Através da força e da diversidade
A música nos leva a outro lugar
Um planeta sem barreiras

Refrain :
Se precisa de tempo
Quer acreditar
Precisa de esperança
Deus nos escute
Somos feitos de po
Sem fronteiras imigrantchis

O mundo é enorme, Deus o faz grande
Toda a riqueza eterna que ele nos deu
Por prazer e partilla e felicidade
E nunca conhecer o fim
Um milhão de estrelas na via láctea
O sol, o mar, o céu, os sonhos

en français

Un mélange de cultures
Je rêve de tous les pays
Toutes les langues
c'est dans mon coeur
Remplis-nous de chants et de joie
Par la force et la diversité
La musique nous emmène ailleurs
Une planète sans barrières

Refrain :
Si tu as besoin de temps
Je veux croire
Besoin d'espoir
Dieu nous entend
Nous sommes faits de poussière
Pas de frontières pour les immigrants

Le monde est immense, Dieu le rend grand
Il nous a donné toute la richesse éternelle
Pour le plaisir, le partage et le bonheur
Et ne connaît jamais la fin
Un million d'étoiles dans la voie lactée
Le soleil, la mer, le ciel, les rêves

Nova

All the strange beings on a space station.

J.J. Terrell instrumentation...

Acoustic Guitar
Bass Guitar
Organ
Drums
Synth guitar
Synthesizer

Thank you for enjoying some get-down boogie funk with me!

Do the Dung Beetle Dance

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



What Steve Jones Once Said

Hand on the Rock