This is the best fucking somg ever! Many applause in your favor!

I feel your burden. even though this song may not suppress the apocalyptic progress it's a start.

doomed to failure before we even thought about trying. some powerful truth in this. Hope you put out more homage. this has been my anthem lately. hope you know your roots aren't the only one to be inspired by Jhobo/ folk/ punk etc. Cheers & thanks to inspiring me to do new, innovative & heartfelt music that is derivative of any/ all inspiration. <3

From the album Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill (Crushkill Recordings 2010)

Acknowledge

Released exactly one month after the 9/11 attacks. This song is from the "Sick of Waging War" mixtape: https://sfrstore.myshopify.com/search?q=sick+of+waging+war
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The Best of Times

"Wave" ft. Moncelas Boston and Sophia Eris out now on Doomtree Records.

Produced by BJ Burton
Mastered by Huntley Miller at HM Mastering



P.O.S "Wave" (ft Moncelas Boston and Sophia Eris)

"Wearing A Bear" by P.O.S off of Chill, dummy out now on Doomtree Records

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Beat by Lazerbeak
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Artwork by Michael Gaughan

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Wearing A Bear

P.O.S - "Wearing A Bear"

Devoted (The Reworks)

Devoted (Sadistik x Kno Collaboration)

Ecid is a kamikaze visionary: an artist with an all or nothing approach to every aspect of his art and life. Ambitious almost to a fault with an “us against them” DIY mentality, Ecid has self-booked, self released, and self-made his own movement. Ecid doesn’t try to sell you on any one way of life, he only sells you on the idea that you can live however you want. A Minneapolis native and a participant in the Twin Cities hip hop scene since 2003, all three of Ecid’s most recent releases have charted on the College Music Journal’s Hip Hop Top 40 chart. Collaborating with the likes of Eyedea, Awol One, and Kristoff Krane along the way, his smashing new album, Werewolf Hologram, is destined to make even bigger waves.
Ecid pushes the limits of sampling, it’s not so much what he samples, it’s what he does with every note. Pitch shifting and chopping every sample to the point of no return, slapping together psych-rock vocal chops with 808 booms and hand claps, then adding more layers of drum breaks, and echo heavy guitars. Inspired by the duality in humanity, Werewolf Hologram tackles heavy thought provoking topics that really dig into your head. The hooks explode: layer upon layer of melodies evoking color and nostalgia. Ecid brings you into a new world, his world. With a knack for slap stick, smarty pants, one liners that make us smile while shaking our heads in disbelief. His voice is full of charm and just enough personal triumph and tragedy so you believe every word. Werewolf Hologram is an album fueled by the loss of a friend and men- tor, a computer crash, and the realization that nothing, not even plastic, is meant to last.



13- Rock Stars Don't Apologize (feat. Awol One, Kristoff Krane, and Eyedea)

No Bird Sing's 1st Album. Written by No Bird Sing. Vocals by Joe Horton. Guitars by Robert Mulrennan. Drums by Graham O'Brien. Additional production by Graham O'Brien on tracks 1,6 & 11.  Mixed by Adam Krinsky. Mastered by Greg Reirson.

11 Sparrows

produced by Zach Bitterman

This song is about the struggle to make meaningful music during an era when apathy is embraced and romanticized.  
The title is a reference to Johnny Hobo & Mantits' seminal split album on DIY Bandits.  
Hope you all enjoy it.
Happy holidays & love to you all. 

Love Song For The Apocalypse

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LYRICS:
I can take my finger off, old dog old trick
New twist, like actually take the finger off
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a 
severed horse head, mail it to a friend you
wanna pinky swear more with, and should
they need a forearm or something they
can practice drawing skulls on, cut it
from the shoulder while the saw's warm, the
full appendage really make a world of 
difference, included too are 30 teeth to
chew out all your critics, 32 would've 
been perfect, 2 were casualties of
it's - its, I always wanted radder things for
Christmas, the rest work cool, I'm shipping
out a torso in the A.M., you should learn
to hit the organs every time at 40 paces
It's important, I can't explain why now, by
the way, legs in a crate delivery by
today, if a uniformed man knock-knock, sign
his documents, you shouldn't have to walk
out to the mailbox for the other shit

my mom was a lunch lady when I was in elementary school
she was outside during recess, she has a whistle and I thought
that that was cool, she was really nice to all the kids who didn't
have a lot of friends, she would give them hugs and tell them jokes
or she'd play catch with them, and my dad worked at the laundromat
which was really cool to me, I'd get to open up the washing machines,
and clean them out, and collect the money, and I'd open the soap 
dispenser and put new little boxes of soap inside, I knew how it worked
and I was good at it, and helping out filled me with a sense of pride,
I would meet all kinds of people there and I would look them in the eye,
and I'd say "Hi, excuse me, but do you mind if I shine the glass while 
your clothes dry?"

my whole life is a delicate cycle. 

Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm
with a hand, they say it used to walk
upright and like New York after 10, one
day it woke up out of order nothing more
to extend, delicate cycle in the alpha of its
orbiting's end, when interpersonal
skill is already poor at its best, a
conversation can be riddled with exorbitant
debt, and you don't know it, but I owe you
more than I've kept, so if you find a biohazard
by your door on the step, maybe it couldn't 
find its faculties but swore it would help, 
wanted to be a larger part than his 
abnormalcies let, hang on, I'm over-nighting
eyes with a headlight deer stare, one up
vin van, pus an ear pair wear them if you
need a new perspective on a weird year,  and
one day when I'm better we can square 
away a fair share, the last frame silhouetted
by the sun was an air mail stamp on a 
still-warm tongue. 

I was twenty-six years old the first time I lived in a house with a
washer and dryer in it and that's the year I bottomed out, maybe
what was missing was the sense of community that comes from 
hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundry 
in the company of other people who also don't have the
amenities at their convenience in a home that's so set up that
they never have to leave, I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the
trust, the squeaky carts, the vibrations, the bucket full of bleach,
the dryer sheets, the old pay phone, the giant sink, I'd watch my
daddy mop the floor and my heart started with a quarter. 

my whole life is a delicate cycle. 

Love Song For The Apocalypse

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