Well, this is a bit different. Once again, excellent vocals and the harmonies have more than a slight spooky feel to them. Another top tune.

Spine chillingly wonderful such a great vibe ￼

I really enjoyed these songs! I'm guessing they're all from the same album? Will there be more? (please say yes)

I let one in and it lives in my coffee pot

Religion of doubts

The intro to this song is a field recording of morning birds from my backyard. 
We have some rare beautiful singing birds around the north coast of New south wales.

:)

Morning string bird chorus ()

Original Dreadful Fouglas tune. 


Lyrics:

She left last night, shaken up inside 
Woke the angry hive in her stomach
Buzzing throat, suicide note
Crying on the shoulder of her conscience 
Three young shades floating in the rain
Following the blade in her pocket
She left last night and terrible scene behind 
Crying on the picture in her locket 

We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually 

He drank last night then went for a drive
Riding that high down the mountain
Spinning head, swerving ‘round the bends
All the money spent in his wallet
One wedding ring, a pretty blonde thing,
nice and distracting from those problems
He drank last night, but did not survive
the tree that missed his eyes at the bottom

We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually 
We all crack eventually

We All Crack

Another track from the new project. Just temporary. Hope ya’ll like it.

Dred Fouglas: Guitars, Bass, Vox, Lyrics
Hatman: Drums, Keys


Lyrics:

I fear for my life, how about you?
There’s cameras in the sky, ants in my soup
The whispering I hear
from a box I keep upstairs
She didn’t belong here, but her parts I used

Now I’m never leaving home, 
they’re waiting for me out there
What I do when I’m alone,
it’s not for them to share
I’ve made my bed of bones,
now I’m the one that has to lie in it

I drank her horny milk and let her legs do the talkin’
Big dark birds flew out when she started coughin’
Her shit-eatin’ cow eyes
and red lips that smiled so wide 
That poltergeist arrived as her face softened

Now I’m never leaving home, 
they know too much out there
What I do when I’m alone,
it’s my cross to bear      
I’ve made my bed of bones,
now I’m the one that has to lie in it

Swinging from a rope tonight in the gallows of the soul With wild eyes and curled lip     I show my teeth to the world

Now I’m never leaving home     
I’ll hang above this chair
What I do when I’m alone,
Won’t be around to care
I’ve made my bed of bones
Its headboard my own tombstone 
now I’m the one that has to lie in it
I’ve made my bed of bones
now I’m the one that has to lie in it

I feared for my life, how about you?
Roaches in my mind, piss in my shoes

Bed Of Bones

Duck 'N' The Boyz: "Sunrise"
(Eversole/Duckworth/Mattingly)

	Duck: Bass  
	Matt Mattingly: Guitar, Vocals
	Mickey Eversole: Drums, Keyboard

Sunrise

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An almost-lost 2-take improv
**(wasn't a pure 1 taker as I'd originally written) 
A lil ruff
But thought I'd set her free all the same

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Floating in Honey
Floating in Amber

Wings still perfect
Wings still perfect

Candlelight trembles
Candlelight shivers

My body is sweet
My body is kept

Oil in water
Heated and breathing

Vision blurred
Vision misted

Floating moment
Slow lazy hover

Honey, Sugar
Licorice, Musk

Breath

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Thought I lost you

Thank you to everyone on here that has listened and commented on my random music over the years! It encourages me to keep being weird in a world full of polished music and expectations. Enjoy this  small selection of the hundreds of songs that are slowly degrading on my hard drive. But don’t worry I’m always working on more :) Thanks for seeing the value of music! Stay creative <3

Modern

Plastic Jesus

Nomen est Omen. This song appears in different shapes and there are more to come. Two different versions can be found if sought.
Originally performed by Madderwort. Written by Felix Brüske and Christoph Langer. Session drums by Vlad Ivanov. First time we tried the soundcloud-mastering function.
Lyrics:
"new millenium, new diseases,
subjugation: progress
a creature that is out to take us, eating our souls

run away has turned out futile
as it hides inside all people
in every person that you meet and
beware, it is also inside us

time has come to face the demon
our love's the only weapon
fighting for a new millenium
let's get out of here
let's get on and fight

paranoia, hopeless fury
symptoms of a global crisis
zombifying mind controlling that monster knows it all
digitalized ideal bodies, a thousand shapes, the just hide one

but we never give up fighting
the future it is ours to create!"

Xenomorph (A.I. mastering)

Hands Up

Music & Lyrics by Dred Fouglas.

Lyrics:

Gnawing on my bones tonight,
the teeth of a winter’s cold
Shivering narcosis
and naked on the floor
Hazy snowflake symphony 
Heartstrings plucked with icy nails
Dressed in dreams, this jezebel 
Did she slip me the pill?

Am I sleeping, am I dead?
Well, here she comes again
Hold my breath and count to ten
Hope I let no demons in

Whispered incantations
Words like heroin
No more am I shaking
Sweet oblivion 
I lie here staring into 
her eyes of frozen lakes
My godless soul trapped underneath,
yelling out my name 

Am I sleeping, am I dead?
Well, here she comes again
Hold my breath and count to ten
Hope I let no demons in

Am I sleeping, am I dead?
Well, here she comes again
Hold my breath and count to ten
Hope I let no demons in

Hope I let no demons in
Hope I let no demons in

Hope I Let No Demons In

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.

Hope I Let No Demons In

Dred Fouglas

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