Engineered & Produced by Lee McMahon (audio engineer - The National / Pale Waves)
Mixed by Ryan Davison

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I'm in, when you're out
You're twist, and I'm shout
You're bark, and you're bite
Well I'm kiss, and I'm fight

You're rough, and I'm rougher
You're tough, well I'm tougher
But she'll make me suffer
Under the cover

Come and take a ride with me
Across the country lines
To the other side

I'm falling through your liquorice dreams
Your dark history
No, I've no place to hide

No place to hide

I'm rum, you're coke
I'm stick, you're poke
That one master stroke
Oh she's the fire to my smoke

Come and take a ride with me
Across the country lines
To the other side

I'm falling through your liquorice dreams
Your dark history
No, I've no place to hide

No place to hide

...

I'm always too high

No Place To Hide

Had some life changes recently as well as some post-rain walks, this song is the result of that.


Lyrics:

Petrichor,
Yer bellows bring it in with every draw outside your doors
Ghost of yesterday's storm,
Whose lullaby cooled your engines and crowing rev'd 'em up

Petrichor,
Smell its song hung in the air like a trail from your smokestack
Little leftover cloud,
Spirit of the feather-rain that conjured blossoms along your tracks

Petrichor,
Rising like a zombie up from wet grass 'n wet pavement
Gathering like a crowd
Of your old friends, when you pipe "It's been so nice to see you all!
Good bye!"

Petrichor

Space Pop
-Dgar

So I’m driving in my rover.
Yeah!

Robots have taken over. 
The Sun’s gone supernova. 
I’ve run out of cola. 
I’m driving in my rover. 
Yeah.

I pull into a rest stop. 
I ask the guy for soda pop
They glurged at me and pointed up. 
To the distant mountain top. 
Yeah.  Yeah.

I buy a Dizzy 8-0 Ray. 
Load my rover in the bay. 
In the twinkle of the day. 
We’re looking A-O-K. 
Yeah. Oh yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I fly up through the mist. 
The engines growl and hiss. 
To my lips I hold my fist. 
For luck I blow a kiss. 

The clouds begin to peel. 
The scene is revealed. 
My rover makes a squeal. 
It’s excited for a meal. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I switch to landing sequence. 
It parks in perfect silence. 
Rover climbed up the side fence. 
While I checked my finance. 
Yeah. 

I slide through to the shop. 
Buy some pink space soda pop. 
Pay my creds to the cashier bot. 
Tip my can and drink the lot. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Robots have taken over. 
The Sun’s gone supernova. 
I’ve run out of cola. 
I’m driving in my rover. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah.

Written by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.
Composed by Jon O’Hare. 
Performed by @Kaaren-Elizabeth-Smith, Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.

Space Pop

Space Pop (feat. Kaaren Elizabeth Smith)

I Loved You With All I Had

Wail Sounds

I wrote this song a while back, and now it's the right time for it to surface! 

We need more Jesus! 
We need Him to shine His light into this dark world. 
Come to Jesus and live!!!

Thank you to Yanin Diaz @ydiaz for this amazing image!

Love and Lightning 

Grant Me

SFTB - Track 06

Where I Belong - With Dirk Ködderitzsch

Shoot Down

The Wasteland Poets are vamping up to release their first compilation, 33 Possessions. From historical message, “Bread & Circuses” to modern day hardships including: Substance abuse, death, social media, & divorce. Bold statements as to where the American society claims to stand and where the poets see it heading are embodied through their diverse lyrics. From exploring new musical textures alongside producer/sound engineer, Shawn Patrick Thomas Daley (Mohawk Studio). The collaborative works is sure to leave an impression.Feel free to review a sample of our upcoming release, We All Die Young, debuting Damion Scott Ball. - See more at: http://thewastelandpoets.com/#sthash.yr2UTjGD.dpuf

WE ALL DIE YOUNG- HILLMAN - BALL

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Artist: Hip Bobsha
Genre: Rock / Indie / Blues / Folk
Format: Digital / CD

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Jason Sorensen, Guitar
Seth Acton, Bass
Colin Reilly, Drums

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