The  wind  will  whisper  things  to  me,  
when  I  play  my  guitar  I  feel  a  good  need,  
The  ocean  harbours  fish  in  the  deep  blue  sea,  
but  I  float  above  on  the  salty  breeze,  
Never  underwater  I’m  in  the  air,  
this  feelings  never  better  so  I  don’t  care,  
Yesterday  just  may  be  gone,  
but  if  ya  look  at  the  future  it  isn’t  so  long,  
But  don’t  you  fret  and  don’t  you  fray,  
focus  on  the  now  and  enjoy  your  stay,  
It  won’t  forever  never  always  be  the  same, 
but  fast  to  contrast  is  what  colours  this  game
A  mountain  is  a  molehill  if  ya  walk  like  an  oliphaunt  (elephant sound)
But  you  can’t  always  be  the  king  of  the  jungle (naaa hah)   
So  when  you’re  feelin’ down  like  a  clown  and  ya  just  can’t  turn  around  
Remember  this  jam  filled  point,  within  this  funky  joint  
{Interlude}  
And  if  forever  ever  you  do  complain    
Just  remember  ever  that  that’s  just  lame  
Suck  up  life  like  a  butterfly  
Show  them  wings  and  pollinate  the  sky  
Cause  if  there’s  one  thing  to  do,  do  before  ya  die  
It‘s  to  spread  that  goodness  on  to  everyone  X2 
Spread  that  goodness  on  to  everyone  
Spread  that  goodness  on  to  everyone

Funkmaster Flex

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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Funkmaster Flex

pH!ne@$ g@uGE