Han the Zard tells his late-Grandfather's sickly hilarious joke. Like a rattlesnake's ideal sleeping space: 
It's dark and dry.

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Thrice Kittens' Folly

Alternative Ska with a Reggae-ish groove.
Composed, Performed, and Produced by Gyppo; check him out by punching those letters into the white bar that says "search". He's the uh, eccentric one.

Blowin' Kisses At Hitchhikers (feat Gyppo)

Purchase the rights to this loop for $20!
GyppoFox@gmail.com

Damp Loop

Alternative Celtic Trip Hop Loop for sale, $20 and it's yours! Hit me up at GyppoFox@Gmail.Com; thanks yins!

Micky's Loop

Alternative Folk Punk, led by my faithful "Piano".
This one's HOT and NOT for sale--just wanted to show off me lighting the ol' ivories up a bit. No idea where this track came from, time-line-wise!

NwPunk

Alternative Post Punk
I wrote these lyrics in the comments of another of my tunes. Scan around around and you'll find them!

Said the Druid (to the Medicine Man)

#instrumental #ballad of a lol Post-Surf Guitar piece. (Moondogs are Tramps what live on beaches)
=  )

This song tells the musical story of a Moondog falling in love with a brand new ocean: the Gulf of Mexico 

Le Moondog Lovesong

#Piano #Punk is where I cut my teeth. Mashing the boom-pap-dudu-cat (Punk Beat) with #NeoClassical evolved into Opal Punk!

Light em Up (feat. Opal Punk)

I took fat beats, and tiny birds, and then also live next to a street. Thump on, space folks.

Xan Blackheart drew up that bird, and I did my Gonzo-shop thing to make it look as such.

Bird Street

Ruff'n Tumble Alternative Trip Hop, just for you
=)
Tells the micro story of an Agoraphobe every time we try to go live 

....
(something I wrote once, apparently)

Hey Agoraphobia: 

I'm fuckin' you up, sahhhhn. You should have killed me when I asked you too - now I rise, covered in the dirt for which our planet is named. My nails grew to unwieldy and painful spirals, but shattered as I dug my way out.
You had me, stagnancy. 
I was buried. And you chose my psychological gravesite on which to pitch your concrete tent.

But comfort breeds weakness, and you're a testament to that - weakness breeds hard times and thorns. A slice at a time, you tore away they and that which i saw as me. You plundered my friendships, supped on my credibility, and disguised my will to breathe.

And as I suffocated below your resting place, I lost him.
They took my son - signed papers which declared me not his father. 
But I can't rend such fabrics which make up young Merlin's net. It's Love brand, and they've got all the lawyers.

You spoke over my subterranean cries fornhelp
not that it's going to matter. Naught which you acted as testament for, nor drew your sadistic comfort from, nor caused me to sacrifice 

You tried to strike me down, 
but you ain't no Thor
You ain't no God Damn.
...But I am.

Fuck Agoraphobia

Linktr.ee/Bardfox
Hot like a flaming clock, but always on time to deliver YOU hawt posts from back when, just a then ago, and RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW!!

We're punk as fuck, in that we believe Punk has evolved beyond a tonality. It isn't just contrarianism, either. It's critical thought, meets civil disobedience, mixed with charismatic martyrdom.

We're Lit, we Tick, you're caught, so FOLLOW UP; we'll hit ya back.

Blowin' Kisses At Hitchhikers (feat Gyppo)

The Lit Tickers

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