Bow to the fertile moon
Clutched hands grip 
the falling sun
Spitting out
the residue
and aftermath
of something new

The weekly report 
shares good scores
But the premise of this
I am unsure
And there's not enough time 
left for redundancy 

Catching the guard
in a soft light
While the fog
claims space
in between the firs
Whisper intentions
into sweet existince

Redundancy

Songs are constantly floating around our heads like clouds.  These are my efforts at capturing them.
Vocals,Guitars, Bass,Keys,Drums,Drum Sequencing, and Sounds By. Jake Allen Jones.   
Plastic Molasses out now on all major platforms.

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