Having a listen to my fave track of yours while the cans are stuck on me old lug holes. Such a fantastic song. The hook on "Come rip my soul open" is the killer. And then onto the awesome build. It grows and grows with your amazing vocals, layer upon layer. And not forgetting the fab lyrics.

I'm always drawn to songs with upbeat lyrics about maggots, vultures & ashes.  Actually, cool song and a hell of a production.  Glad I stumbled into this dark garden.

Wheres the double repost button when needed? Come on SC add one for tracks as great as this is.

My daddy was a werewolf, but I like your music anyway

Beautiful put together and perfect vocals.

All music/lyrics by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Reach down beneath your boots
Yank me out by the root
I’m a dried-up nothing, shriveling in the sun
The ground is sour where I come from

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
However high they grow, you know I’ll be gone then
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Dirty mouth, bellyful of mud
Maggots squirm in every word that I’ve sung
Some are born to rot, guaranteed
I only know how to sow bad seeds

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Forever high they’ll grow in a space no one will tend
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

In a bed of dirt baking ‘neath the sun
Death’s breath on my neck, I no longer run

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Remember why they grow and where it all began
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Deep In The Garden

https://soundcloud.com/pablomoretti/percussion-mantra-open-collab 
Photo by Myrh  Mariam Zhora D
remaster 04/28/2023

Mirror Mantra w/ Pablo's Percussion Mantra- Open Collab-

Red Shift

Samples from-- Edgar Allan Poe "The Fall of The House of Usher"

Houses

Dimanche midi, j’étais en train de remettre de l’ordre dans les papiers de ma défunte mère… Banque, placements, factures et autres joyeusetés. Pour le notaire… Je hais les notaires!
Puis, j’entends aux informations le décès de Régine. Même âge toutes les deux, et même gouaille faubourienne bien parisienne aussi… Et pof!, « Les petits papiers », j’suis parti là-dessus l’après-midi! Le texte de Gainsbourg est totalement en adéquation avec les tracasseries papetières et sentimentales que je vis aujourd’hui. Le résultat est bien moyen. J’ai longtemps hésité à poster ce truc… Meuhbon…

Ma préférée de Régine, et de loin, c’est celle-là:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPe9EYY1_BI
Et là, on est en plein dans la chanson réaliste!

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Les lyrics pour les Ricains™, à qui je ne désespère pas encore d’apprendre le français… 
En fait, si! Je suis totally desperate. Frankreich Über Alles. Jawohl!

Laissez parler les petits papiers
À l’occasion, papier chiffon
Puissent-ils un soir, papier buvard…
Vous consoler.

Laisser brûler les petits papiers
Papier de riz ou d’Arménie
Qu’un soir ils puissent, papier maïs…
Vous réchauffer.

Un peu d’amour, papier velours
Et d’esthétique, papier musique
C’est du chagrin, papier dessin…
Avant longtemps.

Laissez glisser, papier glacé
Les sentiments, papier collant
Ça impressionne, papier carbone…
Mais c’est du vent.

Machin Machine, papier machine
Faut pas se leurrer, papier doré
Celui qu’y touche papier tue-mouches…
Est moitié fou.

C’est pas brillant, papier d’argent
C’est pas donné, papier-monnaie
Ou l’on en meurt, papier à fleurs…
Ou l’on s’en fout.

Laissez parler les petits papiers
A l’occasion, papier chiffon
Puissent-ils un soir, papier buvard…
Vous consoler.

Laisser brûler les petits papiers
Papier de riz ou d’Arménie
Qu’un soir ils puissent, papier maïs…
Vous réchauffer.

Les petits papiers [pour Régine]

Feel free to add something or warp it...or anything :D
Artwork by Richard Whadcock: https://northcotegallery.com/artists/richard-whadcock/2013

Its Not At All

The Lord Of Metres

We All Rock For Meg Tilly

Make a Difference (F*ckThe Gatekeepers Mix)

All original independent recordings
from Buile Sessions November 2022

Buile Bop @ The WTR. ie

Julia Speaks about making a difference,

over the  Jockin' Gretsch Guitar Regga'tron sounds

Make A Difference (F*ckThe Gatekeepers Mix)

Video, https://youtu.be/BGOhV8eVpFw
Theirs a fox in the crowhouse
Red sister sing
A very hollow hillside
Love dont blind me now  
Theirs a shrine in the stone house
White brother sing
A very hollow hillside
Love dont blind me now
Isis in the sisters
Candle mind sticks
A very hollow hillside
Love dont blind me now
Theirs a snake hypnotised
Where the bodies bled
A very hollow hillside
Love dont blind me now
Devil behind lizard side
We love to sing
A very hollow hillside
Love dont blind me now

Love Dont Blind Me Now

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and 24 children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, smoking his pipe and writing gloomy music is his mildewy garage.

Deep In The Garden

Dred Fouglas

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