Wow man. Great vocal. Amazing song!! What us the percussive bit? That's super cool. "I Screamed..." and nearly whisper the next bit... very... dynamic and literate. Super-real. Way to goJess!! 💙

This is....idk....like Led Zeppelin and REM had a baby 🤔

🎵🎵🎵"euohaaaauohaaaohaaaa!!!!"🎵🎵🎵 Fckingawesome pHIn!!! Maybe the best so far. So good.  💥☝😑💥

lovely acoustic groove/singing. Good resonance. The stop was lovely and "he wouldn't listen" was gorgeous. Good use of falsetto :) Amazing song man

i like this music. a litlr disonnance behind. deep.  

Cucumber is blue, and full of juice (Mm full of juice)
Into the garden, a baby moose (moose sound)
She don't know, where I'm comin' from
She don't know, where I'm goin' to
She don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know, where I'm goin to
Comin' from
goin to
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
into the valley, valhalla's walls
before I die of mating calls, mating calls yeah
she don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know, where I'm goin' to
she don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know where I'm goin' to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from

Bass - Graham Horricks
Percussion - Kristin Krievin
Background vocals - Allison Skirtschak
Additional Guitar - Alan Guise
Rhythm guitar and vocals - Jess Horricks
Album Art - Kyle Kostecki

video link to other version: www.youtube.com/watch?v=iR0_odbxGgM

Blue Cucumber 2019 Space

LifeInMono(GreatExpectationsSoundtrackCover)

I dined with a friend on a dreary day, he took the bill but I was the one who paid,
On the way home we had to pass a train, I saw his eyes go blank, I saw the pain,

And I screamed STOP but he wouldn’t listen, he was dead inside, he wasn’t even alive

This didn’t happen to me, I was in disbelief,
This couldn’t of happened to me, I cried in relief,

And I’d have screamed STOP just a little bit sooner, he might still be alive, he might not have died

I looked down to look at my dead friend, I looked down and saw my self staring back,
I was dead and lying on the track,
And if I’d have screamed STOP, just a little bit sooner, I might still be alive, I might not have died
I felt half of myself, grow hollow inside, I felt half of myself, fade and die, 

And I’d have screamed STOP I might’ve listened, I might still be alive, I might not have died

I left home later that night, without myself

cover art: k.krievin
lap percussion: k.krievin
additional mixing and tinkering: sonic wizard

Homeland

Dayfall

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)
The lovely ladies lactate lager, 
That the lethargic leopards might, 
Lustily locate, Their libations alleviate, frustrations damage mitigation, 

(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk until I crawl, 
Out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn

Small droplets form rivulets on the tongue, for every new dram is a ladder rung, to better ascend the heaven's of delerium, falling through the holes of a societal net, black jack danny's final bet, 
(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk til I crawl, out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn 
(All together now!)
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, in a sparsely furnished room, forty percent to our heads, our salvation and our doom, forty percent to our heads, in a sparsely furnished room, 
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, Our salvation and our doom, 
Our salvation and our doom, Our salvation and our doom
E.Piano: Tom Horricks

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)

Like Steve Buscemi you broke the levy, Continuing to astound from the Pitcher's mound, yet you're the only one who could hit a home run, ninth inning and we've only just begun
See the results of the experiment, it gives off such a masochistic scent, tastes like blood, sweat and tears, with a hint of bank account in arrears, social fearrrsss

Vanilla Chinchilla lady killa swallow pilla to revilla tones of truity removing incongruity and further establish a state of balance,
This is your last chance, pay heed to the silent watcher's 
tarry not at silver-tongued talkers, laying both spells and curse,
Listen to the Universe

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

My nose is clogged, my brain is fogged, my girl is dogged, 
What betta chedda to inhale wheneva, this shit is raw!

Sailing seas of pastime activities let's challenge our proclivity
to assail each other's symmetry, and wake in anothers arms,

I come bearing arms to further assault your charms, and strive to imbibe your diatribe, that I may fly as bird to sky and negate serious harm

I'm not you see strictly a soliloquy though I know, I could go another decade or so, to be you see, not another casualty of love and lost limbo's, stick and toss bimbos, timeless it would seem, this is quite the scene, yes the net is cast, though it feels we'll catch the past, let's ride this to the end, it's my turn to see how far you will bend, let's dance for everything sacred, I choose to do it naked, upon my death bury me in baby's breath and know I tried to make it

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

Hip Happenstance

Mother Funker

Out Of Frame

5 Years Old

Ke Yena The-Tripping Stebu- Gap [Soulful].wav

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I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL

This a track from Utopia Falls (Hulu owns all rights) No copyright intended. Brooklyn 2 singing Apple Juice by Jessie Reyez. Just wanted to share since it wasn’t on their soundtrack album.

Apple Juice - Humberly Gonzalez (Cover from Utopia Falls).mp3

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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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