Monster riff.Laid back lead. Ominous vocals.

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Tangled Heart (Music Box)

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.

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Canary In The Coalmine

For my mother, with infinite love. I shall love her long after stars put out their fires, and vast oceans turn to dust.

Sonatas Op. 2 No. 3

@MusicWeeklies challenge for "PredictiveText"

Most of the text was jibberish - but the phrase "Older But Not" (with the capitals) kinda stood out.

Older But Not

Lost In Thought

art and song do not belong to me! 
all credits go to there right owners!

166 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗... 𝙾𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙸

from the release "There Is No Phobia In Outer Space, Just Emptiness - Cowboys oder Piraten?"

available as cassette and digital
march 1st '24

oscarson no. 49

https://oscarson.bandcamp.com

There Is No Phobia In Outer Space, Just Emptiness - Sky-Du-Vinz

Frutiger~Aero

F R U T I G E R ~ A E R O

Nouveau Cap

Junkyard Cabaret: Under the Gun

A song about time or the lack thereof...

Vocals/Guitars: $5 Bill Valentine
Bass: Jack Maiorino
Drums: John Pizzuto
Organ: Rich Paganello and Fingers Del Rey

Words and music by $5 Bill Valentine
Recorded at Bottom Dollar Studios
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Dollar Studios
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine
Cover Design by Francisco Valentin

Lyrics:

Well I’m under the gun—Again
Got no time, got no money and honey I could sure use a friend
Yeah I’m under the gun—Again
Don’t you know? Gotta go! Got no time for how, where or when
Time is money and money is time
No time for chit-chat, no time for crying
I can’t stay, I’ve gotta run ‘Cause I’m under the gun

Said I’m under the gun—Again
Running late, leaving early Darling I’ll be back but I don’t when
Yeah I’m under the gun—Again
Pack it light, keep it tight, do it right I’ll be back when I can
From early in the morning ‘til late in the night
Gotta keep moving, keep the goal in sight
I’d love to stay but I gotta run ‘Cause I’m...

Gotta catch that train, take me to the plane
Gotta catch a bus got no time to fuss
Don’t have time for true romance
Barely time for one single dance
Got no time to sing the blues
Got no time to spend with you
I gotta go, so I hope you cum ‘Cause I’m under the gun

You know I’m under the gun—Again
Deadlines, I’m behind, gotta move, got no time to pretend
Yeah I’m under the gun—Again
Check the clock, never stop, ‘til you drop dead in the end
Got no time to read the news
Got no time to spend with you 
I’d love to stay but I’ve gotta run ‘Cause I’m…

Under the Gun

Under The Gun

Easy Living

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


for further enquiry contact here or at: jesshorricks@gmail.com

Canary In The Coalmine

pH!ne@$ g@uGE

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