Wow how’d i fuck up and miss this awesomeness!

featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
:
You can throw away your past, but the devil gently finds ways to bring it back...  Devil's Timepiece is a guitar-based alternative folk tune with southern gothic echoes. The fourth tune off the d'ville EP >soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville

Devil's Timepiece
:
Traces of smoke
Lingering soft hope
Words spit like flames
under the up-town train
Together alone
through the heat summer storm

Yes it is…
faded away
No it ain't…
the way it should stay

Church bells of peace
The devil's timepiece
Once in a while
love speaks, to the right one
'Til then I pray at the station
Penn the hymn to the speeding train

Yes it is…
No place to stay.

I saw the city lights
turn dusty moon 

I saw the blue gas-light
split the summer sky

(Yes it is…)
Last place I'll stay
No it ain't…
the only doorway

Oh, gentle violence
Time will rewind it

Oh, blame the summer wind
Sound the sirens

Who will write this down?

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devil's timepiece [ft. 4catsncoffee]

Little

Sphere

YES, IT’S TRUE
I AM HERE TO HURT YOU
BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I NEVER WILL DESERT YOU

THE DECISION TO BREATHE
HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM YOU
BUT DON’T GO WEAK AT THE KNEES
OR I’LL POUNCE UPON YOUR VIRTUE

YOU CAN CALL ME ALL THE NAMES
UNDER THE SUN
UNDER THE SUN
BUT DON’T CALL ME A LOSER

EXCEPT YOUR FATE
YOUR DESTINY
YOU TOOK THE BAIT
YOU FAILED TO SEE

ALTHOUGH YOU KNEW MY HISTORY
STILL YOU CHOSE TO DISAGREE

ARE YOU FEELING WOOZY

PUT THIS GLASS
TO YOUR LIPS
TAKE ANOTHER SIP

ARE YOU FEELING WOOZY YET

THE SIZE OF MY EGO
DEPENDENT ON YOURS
THE MORE THAT I BREAK YOU
THE MORE THAT IT GROWS

SO KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS
TO YOURSELF
OR YOU’LL END UP
ON THE SHELF
ON THE SHELF

ARE YOU FEELING WOOZY YET

YOU CAN CALL ME ALL THE NAMES
UNDER THE SUN
UNDER THE SUN
JUST DON’T CALL ME A LOSER

FAR TOO CHOOSEY
FEELING WOOZY
BEING ACCUSED OF
BLOWING FUSES

THIS TIME IT’S A WARNING
YOU’LL WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
THIS TIME IT’S A WARNING
DON’T EVER CALL ME A LOSER AGAIN

REMEMBER I’M THE BOSS
DON’T DOUBLE CROSS ME
YOUR REWARD
MY VANITY

DON'T CALL ME A LOSER

A remarkable composer (on SoundCloud) and I were discussing the different aural colors of the notes.  In particular, he called my intention to D and E and their painterly aspects.  I find color/sound to be fascinating, so following his advice...I sat down to explore the different Ds and Es and their relationship to themselves and their playmates and this was the result.  A meta-funhouse ride through a changing dreamscape of colors and gradations.

Meditation On Color (Feat. D and E)

A Piece Of Would

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Pour Autant Ft - Ziaziou

With crushing riffs, pounding drums, and an atmosphere steeped in the essence of battle, this track from -March of the Iron Legion- is a sonic journey through the darkest realms of conflict. https://youtu.be/gm7hrTy0Jtw?si=2MaJ9h-uFTN0kSxK

March of the Iron Legion

March Of The Iron Legion

My most rabble track (dec'93), although it's got a mystic surprise. As a novelty, dialog between voice and guitar (take into account that this album was recorded at once, consider it a live show).

Mi tema más "canalla" (diciembre de 1993), si bien con una sorpresita mística. Como novedad, el diálogo entre voz y guitarra, recordad que está grabado del tirón.

Lyrics/Letra:

Bonita de cara, escasa de carne;
fría por fuera, caliente su sangre.
No la volverás a ver, no la volverás a ver.

Tiene guardado un secreto muy dentro de sí;
tú no supiste saberlo, y fue para mí.
No lo pudiste saber, (oh) no llegaste a conocer,
sólo te faltó insistir, y yo...
yo insistí.

Ven a buscarla a donde guarda el secreto, 
es un bosque escondido en el fondo de su mente.

Vas a perderte, vas a perderte, porque...
ya no habla igual, ya no piensa igual,
ya no viste igual, ya no vive igual.

Bonita de cara, escasa de carne;
fría por fuera, caliente su sangre.
No la volverás a ver, no la volverás a ver.

Bonita de cara (Yo insistí)

A light hearted bluesy song about a guy going to a party and not remembering a thing afterwards.

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Invited to a party, last Saturday night
Got me all dressed up, I just-had to look right
Lot’s of pretty women walking about
Thought I did my best to not freak out

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Must‘ve had a drink or two, or maybe many more
My memory’s kind of fuzzy after walkin thru the door
Hope I wasn’t rude and craz to anybody there
Just hoping for a good time, but I guess I didn’t care
 
Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Did I do the macarena, or strut the chicken dance
With the O Jays and Kool and the Gang, I just didn’t stand a chance
Could have been the beer, or maybe whisky shots
But I tell you one thing my friend, my head sure hurt lots

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party 

Found a tattoo on my left butt cheek
Really kinda hurts but it sure looks sweet
Not asking any questions about that night
Cause people there all told me it wasn’t a pretty sight

Don’t remember but must have been...   some kind of party

A Piece Of Would

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