Talk about me, like it’s really funny, let’s talk about you, it’s really funny
Zombie culture, vulture picking on the remains x2
If you play in the fire, you’re gonna get, burned x2
If you play in the fire, you’re gonna get, burned x4

Funky ll

If You Play In The Fire...

There are some things in this world that go, beyond words,
I have seen some things in this world that go, beyond words,

And it’s so deep, and it makes so much sense, and it feels so deep, and it makes so much sense

I met my father after a year and it goes, beyond words,
I was in my lover’s arms and it goes, beyond words

Mixing: Sonic Wizard
Drums: J.Strum
Bass: K.Krievin
Vox and Guitar: J.Horricks

Homeland

Beyond Words

She cuts ribbons, of diamonds out of the night sky
Distant moons, quasar and nebulae
All these things, I see when I look in to her eyes
Her voice a sonnet, like no other
So complete, and full of composure
Rendered weak, from the exposure
Why would you want, any closure
Be-cause when two hearts meet, 
That are crazy about each other,
It is the perfect madness
It is love, love, love
{Break}
The words are wrote, though there are blank pages
I yearn to see, the coming of the ages
Be-cause when two hearts meet,
That are crazy about each other,
It is the perfect madness,
It is love, love, love

Cover Art: K.Krievin

Songwriter ll

Traditional Love Song

It never ceases to amaze me, the speed at which the body can accelerate from blithering drunkenhood to abrupt sobriety, in the face of the rather trivial self-imposed crisise, our bodies have successfully super imposed in the face of real life threatening situations.  I could not quell an overwhelming feeling, it was as though a burglar were in my home, parting me of my most prized possessions.  Paralysis was the sultry bedmate with which I shared my thoughts.  I could not spur her company just as I could not qualm the roiling fluids pulsing atop my kidneys.  Imposterous glands!  Hell may very well lie within the limbo that resides at the fulcrum of that most primitive animal device, mother nature's most beastly invention, the fight or flight response. The unbroken shackles of our antiquated Darwinian predecessors, haunts us still.  To pull at that very chain and ignore the sensations that present themselves, poker face;I have not experienced a greater agony in my lifetime.

It Never Ceases To Amaze Me (spoken Word)

No worries my friend, it’ll right itself in the end, and if not we’ll just pretend, 
It’ll right itself in the end,
I heard a trippy bird, on the tried and true trail,
Doin’ shots of O.J. in the basement where I live,
But no worries my friend it’ll right itself in the end, and if not we’ll just pretend, 
It’ll right itself in the end,
Day in day out, I tell myself it’s gonna change,
Day in day out, I tell myself it’s gonna stay the same,
Strange,
No worries my friend, it’ll right itself in the end, and if not we’ll just pretend, 
It’ll right itself in the end

Cover Art: Kris Krievin
Mixing: Sonic Wizard

No Worries

Written a couple years back before I went to India

Our, Story, etched and woven oooh
Into, the fabric, of, time
Star, Crossed, lovers
Her, name, doth rest in a, mantle in my mind
And mine in hers
Star-Crossed lovers
Star-Crossed lovers
She is my everything now
She is my everything now

The Fine

Mind expansion and retraction, 
We choose no side, no side or faction,
A privilege we have been given to be counted among the living,
The World quakes and roars, as the Ocean pours,
Unto the cracks in civility, we ponder on fragility

And these things, taken for granted, to you they are handed, oh yeah,
And though I miss the left, you miss the right, Oh no
Our frayed fingers together, clasping together in unified oversight

Dissassociative notions too numerous are the potions,
That go hand in hand to make life bland,
We come out all the wiser, having played with fire

And these things, taken for granted, to you they are handed, oh yeah
And though, I miss the left, you miss the right, Oh no
Our frayed, fingers together, clasping together in unified oversight
Our frayed, fingers together, clasping together in unified oversight

Black Holeing Beauteous Moments x6

Percussion: Danny Erickson

These Things

X marks the spot, we've dug up the plot, treasure is found what now?
Apathetic soul, fool's gold,
look at the lines of the map,
see how they stretch further still..further still
treasure's in your chest, my heart is best,
I found you there, in the middle of nowhere,
I'm truly blessed, with all your zest, 
diamond daffodils, and all the rest

sailing home, chilled to the bone, stormy skies, no surprise,
celebrate when we arrive, chance or fate,
to the pearly gate, to the pearly gate,

treasure's in your chest, my heart is best,
I found you there, in the middle of nowhere,
I'm truly blessed, with all your zest 
diamond daffodils, and all the rest!

Xmap

How can the masters know their pets when the cheese has been denied?
head to the apothecary for replenishments

The monkey gets the weasel at least for a little while
This is the way it goes in the land of the crocodile

Richard is a dick, as willy is known to bob,
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x2
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhh haw!!!!!

I'm solitary refined wined and dined
y'all can relate to my kind
careful what you wish for cause careful what you find
the jungle ain't the only place with strange animals

an old man's drink, fake flowers on a hat
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x2
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x something...

Jess Horricks - guitar, vocals
Graham Horricks - bass
Alan Guise - guitar, vocals
Kris Krievin - Drums

Richard Is A Dick (live)

Sitting in, a vacant room, waiting for, the apocalypse
A lover's kiss, summer bliss, all I miss,
an aeroplane

And as I wait, my soul does gain colours, countless shades of sister's and brothers
To imbue, to all of the others, a gift to you, before I am stardust, stardust

An honest mirror, a sober view, this mortal shell, holding me, express your love, really feel, the callous world is just a skin disease

And as I wait, my soul does gain colours, countless shades of sister's and brothers
To imbue, to all of the others, a gift to you, before I am stardust, stardust, stardust

Stardust

Stardust (full band particle version)

I know what you’re thinkin’, we don’t need no conversation anymore,
Let’s get out from down here, and head up to the second floor ahaa, Sweet!
I know what’s on your mind Hey!
Yeah, They say gettin' there is half the fun,
With my crew like this, 
Once the fun has begun,
Aw ya know, we ain't never done,
We ain't never what?
We ain't never done Heeey!
Yeah, break it down somethin'

Now get into the sauna, let the steam, penetrate your clothes, its gettin’ kind o' hot here, what should we do? Throw some coal on the open fire,
And the world is an oyster, and girls, you are the pearls, 
Some sediment of sweetness, so roll on downtown by my side awhaa,
Sweet!
I know what’s on your mind Hey, Yeah!
awhaa!, awhaa!
They say getting there is half the fun,
With cats like these, any o' these
Aw ya know,  Once it's a-begun, they ain't never done
They ain't never what?  They ain't never done!
Yeah!  Break 'em off somethin'
uhh, uhh, uhh,
Yeah

vocals and guitar: j.horricks
add'tl guitar and vocals: a.guise
bass: g.horricks
drums: k.krievin
sax and piano: t.horricks
bckgrd vox: a.skirtschack
add'tl percussion: d.scavarelli

Tired Of Wearing Longjohns

Canary’s in the coal mine, will she rise to sing again?
Heat is hot and the lights are out, I can’t hear my little friend
Guess I’ll swing the axe again, one last strike before I’m dead
A dirty hand finds a match, to light my last cigarette
One last spark in the dark, course there’s gold on the other end
Figures I’d win the lottery on the last day I get to spend

The air grows thick and the stone is wet, I wish I would’ve stayed in bed
Amongst the old blackened rock, I wipe the sweat from my dizzy head
Time slows and my breathing shows, I think to my kid and the marionette
Cigarette’s gone and the day is done, guess I’ll never see them again
Voices cast from the after-life, hell can’t be as hot as this
Suddenly I feel a breeze, lungs suck up the oxygen
I look up and see my friends, dug me out of the cave-in

Another close shave with death, I think to my kid and the marionette
The gold and the coal and all the rest, another chance I’m feelin’ blessed
Canary’s in the coal mine, she won’t rise to sing again, I thank you for your sacrifice
Until we meet again.

Support

Canary In The Coalmine

I’s the by that builds the ship, and I’s the by that sails it,
I’s the by that carry the flag, and I’s the by that rails it,
I’s the by that lock the lass, and I’s the by that flames it,
I’s the by that marry the cross, and I’s the by that nails it,
Ha!
Over the mountains and the big waves,
Over the mountains and the great seas,
Over the fountains and the cities,
Lies a hope so great the worldly weight shall be sustained,
Over the mountains and the big waves,
Over the mountains and the great seas,
Over the fountains and the cities,
Lies a hope so great the worldly weight shall be sustained
Over the mountains and the big waves,
Over the mountains and the great seas,
Over the fountains and the cities,
Lies a hope so great the worldly weight shall be sustained,
I’s the by that builds the ship, and I’s the by that sails it,
I’s the by that marry the flag, and I’s the by that rails it,
I’s the by that lock the lass, and I’s the by that flames it,
I’s the by that marry the cross, and I’s the by that nails it,
I’s the by that builds the ship, and I’s the by that sails it,
I’s the by that carry the flag, and I’s the by that rails it,
I’s the by that lock the lass, and I’s the by that flames it,
I’s the by that marry the cross, and I’s the by that nails it,
Over the mountains and the big waves,
Over the mountains and the great seas,
Over the fountains and the cities,
Lies a hope so great the worldly weight shall be sustained,
Over the mountains and the big waves,
Over the mountains and the great seas,
Over the fountains and the cities,
Lies a hope so great the worldly weight shall be sustained,
Over the mountains and the big waves,
Over the mountains and the great seas,
Over the fountains and the cities,
Lies a hope so great the worldly weight shall be sustained!

I made this riff, came across it whilst searching my archives in Goa, India, and decided to try my hand at making a Celtic/East Coast-style song...I pitch shifted the classical guitar as I had no bass there, and my pops ( Tommy Milestone Horricks ) played harmonica and flute on it...back in Canada, Kylie Blomquist added some Bodhran to give more authentic flare...in this photo is Blair Matson, and another great friend Gordon Clark who is 'over the mountains and the great seas, where lies a hope so great the Worldly weight shall be sustained'.  💙

The Mountain Song

A situational song on the transformational powers of Karaoke, when encountered by your average alcoholic, as observed by the parasitic host

Green goblin brigade, congregates in the queasy remnants of the beat
down domicile
With a pretty voice, with a pretty voice, such a pretty voice
Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names X2
Carnivalic hangover with Pettigrew at the wheel
The candy corn falls from us like strings to puppets
The tast
e never fully leaves our mouths
The taste never fully leaves our mouths
Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names X2
A beetle on its back, a mortar shell in the mud
Angst a greeting to our collective throats
The light bulb, apple of Adam, a river running its course
Through connective tissue
Patriotic vertigo, despondent nomenclature
Singing islands of pain, beg and plead you to change their names X2

Green Goblin Brigade (live studio)

Every minute every hour every day, 
The World spins away,
I want to display,
How beautifully it takes my breath away,
away, away,
So let the sunlight in your eyes,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Should feel just fine,
just fine,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,

Every minute every hour every day, 
The World spins away,
I want to display,
How beautifully it takes my breath away,
away, away,
So let the sunlight in your eyes,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Should feel just fine,
just fine,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon.

guitar/vocals: J.Horricks
Bass: G.Horricks
Drums: D.Erickson

Every minute every hour every day (2023)

An older recording referencing a friend of mine that I simply had to lose for they were too destructive in their path.  (not my usual way of going about things)  See 'a good one at that' or 'culture vulture' for further insight into my beliefs and conduct.  haha....Don't have time to write the lyrics out atm, but shall amend in the future?

Rufio

This is a song I wrote about our family dog growing up.
1st verse: Neutering
2nd verse: The Cat
3rd verse: Brother teases doggy while he eats his food.
Note: The pictured dog is our current resident cool beast.
This is a live recording with some of the musicians having never played the song before! I'm happy with how it turned out :)
lyrics
In twenty days, you won't be the same as twenty days you were today.
Captain Blackbeard will have left the ship but the vessel shall...persevere

Oh Mi, how can you be so lo? To lose your best friend, without even knowing it

You pay no heed, as you cross the Sphinx, the eldest in the land, chase her 'round, steal her food, careful lest she, raise a hand

Oh Mi, how can you be so lo? To pay no respect to the royal authority
You hurt my brother, but I'll forgive you like no other, because innocence personified, is in your eyes, in your eyes

Oh Mi, how can you be so lo? To lose your best friend, without even knowing it

Oh Mi, how can you be so lo? To lose your best friend, without even knowing it

Jess Horricks vocals, guitar
Kyle Shushack lead /ambient guitar
Jordan Strum drums
Richard Tribe bass on keys
Carole Kajorinne background vocals

Oh Mi(lo) (live) 2022 - Phineas Gauge

Written and recorded over a decade ago...the first song of only two songs thus far I have written and recorded on keys...on fleeting memories of a love that feels so strong..

The crook of an arm, a bracelet a charm, come and sit with us
A rust of trust, rings and sings, clings and stings, ah
All that I am, lost in you, All that I am, lost in you
How can I forget?  How, can I forget?
All that I am, lost, in you
Joy and pain, in a cold summer rain, the lover's refrain, refrain
All that I am, lost in you
All that I am, lost, in you
How can I forget?  How, can I forget?
How can I forget? How, can I forget?

Songwriter

Andante - Phineas Gauge

Bass In.
Guitar 1 in slide.
2 reps of guitar idea.
Ahhh *J
Guitar 2 in.
Yaaa!
Ahh hell no!

Monkey see and monkey do I wanna get a hold of you
But it really doesn’t matter right now because….
Just dance! X 4
Guitar 1 riff change
Bass riff change
Drum change


Bridge
Guitar new riff. 2 x whistle
Do PE Do Pe Do – Jess
Ahhh
Eeeeee
After 6 reps of guit 1, add guit 2
Monkey vocals x 3 Ah Ah Ah Ah
Just dance x 5
Bass riff change. Background Jess

Bridge 2
Trumpet
Bass & Drums (like chorus)
Lead guit near end. Trumpet solo
Take us home!
Just dance x 9.
(Whisper on 2 and 4.)
Da Da Da Da Da - Trumpet

C-Monkey

These songs are tired, and so am I
All the years I sang with passion, and now I watch it die
A tear filled basin, and everything else is dry
The fires fade fast, as they trail into the sky
But nobody remembers the embers of these Septembers
on which they did lie
Leaving smoky Memories, in your Child's eye
Our legacy a game of telephone, on that you can rely

And I still have hope, that our Story, will give, the aliens something to laugh about
Over dinner
Cause if you can't laugh, at the saddest things, then you don't know..
What Humanity Brings

Then you don't know..

Transcendental ant farm, sitting on a hill,
No one knows your place lads
No one knows it still
We’ve been sending a distress signal for oh, sixty years,
No one hears our distress signal, no one hears it still
͛
Transcendental ant farm, is in great peril
The humans growing closer, closer even still
The boy with
the rock in his hands, has come to crush and kill
The boy with the rock in his hands, will soon destroy his own
Soul
Soul
Soul

Transcendental Ant Farm Recorded @ Dawson St. Thunder Bay

I like this, I would listen to it, but I'm frustrated that I tend to write so frequently about the deep love I feel or reflect upon from companionship, even when a singularity.  Y'know like when you always draw the same little cartoon stick figure with goofy eyes?
That's how it feel....
Saxophone: Tommy Milestone Horricks

We Are

Closest I get to making a track that reminds me of mr.bungle.  This song is dedicated to Rufio.  (It has nothing to do with him).

Carpenter without Tools
A carpenter without tools is a madman, a madman with tools is an architect
Every day a different place, a different face a different sermon,
Rockin' the hodge podge jumbylah cliches, sometimes we touch on grace
Cathartic emancipation repetitive rhymes repetitive lines, 
The clergy raves success in rallying the rest,
Group song sing along, there are no sheep on this farm 
Only Ram-ifications, step aside from the pulpit 
your minute is up your twenty five cents of soul enriched white bread is no more

I can't get no sleep
Counting too many sheep
And where is Bo-Peep
It would seem by now she's six feet deep

(The sky is falling)

When the autumn breeze brings in the leaves,
The colour of my soul it seems, 
In the waking life or walking dreams,
I think I know just what it means to be here,
to be here,
to be here,
to be here,
to be here,
shhhhhhhhhhhh

A Carpenter Without Tools

Carpenter Without Tools

I sway, like a leaf, in, the autumn breeze
I fall, verdant green, feeling so serene

Crimson, golden red, remember those words she said
And I, will have tonight, to hold your arms in mine
Yes, I will have tonight, to hold your arms in mine
x2
j.horricks - vocals, guitar, trumpet
k.krievin - bass

Golden Leaf

The trumpet sang, a thousand fiery embers in my heart, on the sun
I felt you there, quiver of cupid’s arrows in the air, oh amazon
And I, love you, and you, love me
Took me to another place, where the sky was your face and I the breeze,
Singing through the trees
And the whistling brook, saw us playing games in the rains,
Until the shadows fell, and we did it all again,
And I, love you, and you, love me
And I, love you, and you, love me

Ember

A chill ambient tune with some excellent percussion Sonic Wizard wrote in to keep it fresh.

Cattails in the breeze I've fallen,
For her again she's nameless,
Crickets singing, her song of,
Cattails in the breeze

songwriter

Cat Tails

Some, get by on beauty,
and some, are good with their hands,
and some, feel there is a goal,
Phineas Artillery.docx
and some,
feel they are fat.
Conscripted into being, some throw it away,
some are taken...
The rest until it's too late
(Solo)
Inadvertently stealing, simultaneously feeling,
What is this?
We're revealing?
The floor of the theatre shakes,
and threatens to give
way
Micro, Macro, cosmentality
Choosing our reality
Different pre
-
wreck visits
If it adds or subtracts, what is the purpose of the sum?

Written mostly on long walks, an introspective existential reckoning.
vocals/bass/guitar - j.horricks
addt'l guitar - alan guise

Sometimes it means the World
Sometimes you just wanna give it away
You spend yours and I'll spend mine
Oh Precious time

Sometimes you meet a girl
Sometimes you just wanna give her away
You spend mine and I'll spend yours
Oh Precious time

It builds up like a pearl
Youth traded for wisdom inside
You spend yours and I'll spend mine
Oh Precious time
Oh Precious time

precious time - phineas gauge

Very singer-songwriter..a little something lyric-wise about everyone in my immediate family.

Hours and hours of legos in my room, doin what it was that I do
Playing songs for my mom in the kitchen that I wrote
playing each song note for note
now I know my dad that I never really got to know
Take the world on strong, yeah I know
singin' ood a lolli ood a lolli
golly what a day
My sister and me, VCR, 
who'd have known I'd a wind up here playing guitar
Singin ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what day 
My brother and me in the back woods breaking sticks
The sticks were the swords and the words that we said never end
Singin ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what a day
ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what a day

Autobiography

Fix the sickness of your head
Are we breeding just not to be dead
People are burning books that I once read
I once read

And where am I, where am I, right now?
it's in my head, it's in my head, or it's out
OUT!
Where am I, where am I, right now?
It's in my head, it's in my head, or it's out
OUT OUT OUT!
Think about the wisdom we all claim to know
Nothin' more than cowboys and indians 
Fighting over gold!
Fighting over gold
Fighting over gold
Where am I, where am I right now?
It's in my head, it's in my head or it's out
OUT!
Where am I, where am I right now?
It's in my head, it's in my or it's out
OUT OUT OUT!


Where am I

Where Am I

You said you were my friend,
and I was ready to defend,
but did something else catch your eye?
or did you get caught in a lie?
like a fruit fly to a glass of wine
a fruit fly to a glass of wine
to a glass of wine
glass of wine
I would have had your back
if you could've picked up the slack
I didn't want to attack
but I see you've got a knife
I see you've got a knife
and if you could see the beauty
that I see in you
the colours wouldn't fade
this story would be great
all these things will pass
when changes come relax
life's a bitter friend
lonely til the end
but a good one at that
a good one at that
a good one at that

A Good One at That

A Good One At That

Silence

Weaving in and out of houseparties within Canada. Touring with father during summer breaks (as a reckless dancer XD).  Quitting Uni in further search of musical opportunity.  Frolicking amongst the Werewolves of London, learning about busking and not mentioning such things at the borders.   In the bars of Australia, but mostly in the natures.  A brief stint aboard a cruise ship in a cover band.  tripping along the west coast and into Mexico and back, with 12 other dirty hippies, chased by a long stay in India.  Being Schizophrenic makes for a lot of unusual memories. 

 Thoughts of mold growing atop a fancy pair of leather shoes while trudging through the jungle.  Being huddled next to a trouble light for warmth, while sleeping in a rolled up rug in a garage, in the middle of winter.  

Phineas Gauge is an organic gestalt, a musical family centered around unique songwriting, rooted within universally related emotions.  While some songs are more whimsical in nature;  Others are created with the intent to make you feel rather than safe and entertained.  A multi-genre entity that believes firmly in tandem experiencing and delivering sonic revelations 
The original Phineas Gage, was a railroad worker  who suffered a tragic accident, when a tamping iron he was packing explosives with, went through his head. They survived yet their personality changed.  Phineas Gauge metaphorically likens the tamping iron  to music,  permanently and positively altering their personalities in an utterly profound way.
The band Phineas Gauge playfully changed ‘Gage’ to ‘Gauge’ to indicate a form of measurement.  As if to say, how does one measure the significance by which one is changed by such potent cosmic forces..



'Half the time I’m not even certain whether or not I’m listening to a song, reading a poem or memoir, or staring at a painting'  - A guy I met once


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