Blueprint 1 Module 1

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Human Meat Grinder - Bound In Psychosis (ft. Harry Morgan of Gargling)

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Genre: Blackened Slamming Brutal Death Metal
Country: Argentina
Arya Aryanna (Vera Stork): Everything
Featured Artist: Harry Morgan: Vocals/Lyrics
Logo by Pigart Brutality Project
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Tracklist: 

01.Bound In Psychosis (ft. Harry Morgan of Gargling)


Lyrics-

My mask of sanity / eroding / irrevocably. 
Just a joke in the cosmic sense / as evidenced / by my repeating fuck ups. 

For am I not only human?
And if you strike me, my flesh shall bleed. 

Fucked / right up / in my head / homicidal. 
Undignified / read my thoughts / throw away the fucking key. 

Throw it all away and watch my flesh bleed. 
Tumbling from my veins. 
I feel the light drain from my face. 
Lacerate me until I am just ribbons / see my insides and judge me for what I am.
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Human Meat Grinder - Bound In Psychosis (ft. Harry Morgan of Gargling)

This week's haiku, by Natsume Soseki (1867-1916), inspired this improvisation on an Irish Bouzouki. Recorded and mixed in Reaper with added effects from Guitar Rig 6; mastered with CloudBounce.
Naviar haiku challenge: www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku/

South Mountain (naviarhaiku485)

Pathways

Nocturne No.18 Op. 1

A little bit of fun. I used to hate disco. Not anymore.
Lyrics;
You feel the ground It's moving!
Pulsing through the street
It kicks you out your comfy chair
And puts you on your feet

You know you're not a dancer
You move like wet concrete
And you always hated disco
But You gotta love that beat!

Burnin' through the walls
Your feel the rhythm's heat
This vibe has got you groovin'
And it's hard to be discrete
You tried to fight against it
But wound up in defeat

And you always hated disco
But you  really love that beat

Always Hated Disco

Sound of the fire.
A deep and deliberate dissonance.
A flash to those already there.
Friends of minds entwined.

Samhain - Sound Of The Fire

Just Watch

This track is part of Athenian Truckstop Issue #4 Songs for Dreaming release, found here:
https://atheniantruckstop.bandcamp.com/album/issue-4-songs-for-dreaming

The theme was dreams

https://soundcloud.com/douglasmseidel: banjo, bass, beans, drum, cowbell, gong, organ, other stuff, penta guitar, toy piano, water jug 

todd: drumset, crow call, percussion, semi-modular, voices, whistling, words



it started with a plastic 24oz jar 
half filled with foamy yellow liquid 
and some very sticky residue at the top

tom of tom and jerry
fame
had one broken ear
he was sitting on the ledge 
of the garage window

I can’t remember what I was doing

but I know I was wearing a 
poultry keel necklace
that laid so elegantly 
over my clavicles

every thought 
every measure 
gets bigger and faster 
and further from the next

plumb shucks said to thumb plucks 
untuck that loose end of the dumpling lover
and wrap some warm rising dough around your head
dumb luck kept ducking under the fun chunks 
until he realized he was bouncing on a shingle instead
he said that’s some kinda skipping slip of the bliss bud

chimichuck said to raisin brains

wrench mouth woman has a heart in her throat
with the wave of her stick arms she weaves me a coat 
the birds that are flying carry sticks to her breast
crescent wrench moon lucky charms and the rest

sticky residue

A bad recollection of Muffy's put in to a song on a drunken night.
Thanx to Mike for his additional guitar work.

Blueprint 1 SB Track 08

Compass Publishing

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