That's what we were dealing with.... a bunch of numbers and dials and shit. You know how you plug in a guitar or something and you got a sound in your head and youre tryna get it outta that amp, so you twist dials and try to remember number settings and then folks start dabbling with levels and then you hit a point where you're like, maaaaaan, eff all this, let's just play. Yup. I dig how it has kind of an amusement park kinda feel that it grows into. Reminds me of being on the teacups or a merry go round or ferriswheel or something.... that whole christmas light warmth and fun chill dizzy vibe. I can't spell ferriswheel but you dig me. We did this one and another one called... crap... 1 sec, lemme check youtube cause its on there and bandcamp.... "350 again" found it on Bandcamp ( https://littlebyrd.bandcamp.com/track/350-again-instrumental-the-zephaniah-chesterfield-project )... we did hose two in the same day just jamming out. Good vibes. Good times. We need more of those, but who don't, yeah?  You can DL it here or there's more (a lot more) stuff we couldn't fit here at the "Buy" link. The buy link goes to Bandcamp which is were EVERYTHING is.

**A Buncha Numbers An Dials An Sh!t >>soulful red blues frm prog rock to stringlight amusement park

Video >>> https://youtu.be/95SzPGn0kUo
This was after a long bit on the road. Yeah you see the lands and the people and whatever but you need time to process it all. After all of the smiles and the rush, the stress, crazy nights, long days, fun and OMGWTF you just sit back and breathe, sink into your chair, relaxing... thinking... and then Charlie starts playing this and everyone gets in where they fits in. That "Buy" link takes you to more music than we could fit here. This is there too.

**After None >> chill but warm bluesy between worlds after hours lounge relaxation & solitude

video ~~~>> https://youtu.be/MU3YbUv7XJs
One of the more popular songs Pretty good feel for a vibe of maybe 1/4th of what our sound is at times. From here it goes way crazier or way calmer.

well it seems like time to fly
but i can't find a-way
thought that was the last time i'd die
but, well.... here we go again
deep in circles of flames and smoke we spin and spend our time and cash 'till seeing sunrise is sin

as bitter best plans lay waste to our better judgments ways, we're strugglin' to struggle on to some slipping away better daze
and as your name is called on the hit list and the shots ring out... it's time to motivate.

All the memories overflow here on this sinking ship...
all the wasted nights, streaks and lights...
and all the dust and the glitz...
all the loves gain and lost, and the crosses, too,
through fingertips the pictures slip

i rise as smoke and kiss the dawn goodbye,
fly out into the red
as fallen angels scream, "Baby please, baby don't leave"
ha, baby i gotta git
some cry, some scream and kick when it's time to roll out
i flip appendages and split

trudging along through the fire and mud
and the crap that held me down
looking at all these footprints and skeletons here in this ground
look ahead at the desert and mirage i'm running to
away from nothing but my funeral

Baby i'm coming home
when the bags hit the floor i'll hold you tight
and we can get lost in cars blowing by
each others eyes,
the sunrise... the moon and the stars at night
I got a bunch of ill to kill,
smile, I'll be alright
but if i die,
Angel,
i'll check you on the flip side
(get on and motivate girl...)

Motivate >> smooth blues w/ psych-rock & trip hop edges about getting "home" to you

This one, long story short, was about being in a field area, clearing, surrounded by the woods, and just breathing and letting go as fireflies came out and filled the night sky replacing the embers and sparks from the fire, because you had to go kill a bunch of shit in the morning and you might not come back, so enjoy this moment. Breath it in deep. Hold it as close and long as you can. Even in the fight, remember the last of the... well. Yeah. Anyways, "name your price" download at the "buy" link there. We appreciate you. Sincerely.

**Last Of The FireFlies >> progressive rock build from organic to a stellar cinematic vibe

come on step out tonight
the moon's almost as bright as your eyes mama
aw mercy me, all eyes on you
the dance floor's calling us so lets move
don't worry, i don't bite.. too much
i'm losing consciousness from your touch
this town's ours tonight so let's roll
as long as you're here who cares where we go

now i'm the reason that your mama hates men,
why your daddy got a gun, and why you're blushing
kats like me are the big bad wolf in all the old cartoons dressing all supercool
i came up from nothing and i gained it all
ain't about much-- having a ball, making a couple of songs
alls i'm doing later Miss is... what your name is?
--you get me?
cause i know i got you

come on step out tonight
the moon's almost as bright as your eyes mama
aw mercy me, all eyes on you
the dance floor's calling us so lets move
don't worry, i don't bite.. too much
i'm losing consciousness from your touch
this town's ours tonight so let's roll
as long as you're here who cares where we go

the stars in the sky just winked at you
the man in the moon tryna get a better view
even the tide done came in to see this Angelo Mortale' next to me
l'adoro with my heart and soul, mama
you make'a my and a'brain a'stoppa
you got me shakin all about
you're the kinda lady mama's warn their sons about

come on step out tonight
the moon's almost as bright as your eyes mama
aw mercy me, all eyes on you
the dance floor's calling us so lets move
don't worry, i don't bite.. too much
i'm losing consciousness from your touch
this town's ours tonight so let's roll
as long as you're here who cares where we go

got me hooked with a look that could light smokes
i'll crack a bottle or two.. a few jokes
hit these Philly streets from South to JFK,
Spring G., G-town, Mount A... just lead the way!

come on step out tonight
the moon's almost as bright as your eyes mama
aw mercy me, all eyes on you
the dance floor's calling us so lets move
don't worry, i don't bite.. too much
i'm losing consciousness from your touch
this town's ours tonight so let's roll
as long as you're here who cares where we go

You can DL it here or there's more (a lot more) stuff we couldn't fit here at the "Buy" link.

Step On Out Mama >> neon zoot suit swagger speakeasy dance floor slide & downtown romp

Crush your enemies... see them driven before you... ect. ect. Go download it. Lay waste while you get your game on. "buy" link. This is actually part 2 of a song/audio experience telling the story of kiiiinnnda how some end up here. Folks here (Earth) get here 1 of 3 ways I've found, or as it was explained to me by someone from in between "here" and "there"... (1) you're born here and/or are made here, which is a whole new energy, fresh new mind, a whole new vibe. Now there's nothing "new" and you've always already existed but may have just been in a pure chill vibe state--non conscious and then are born here between other vibes to have the conscious experience of being. Whatev. (2) You end up here. Folks come here for all sorts of reasons but it was a choice. Might have been a hard "our planet is dying and we must go" choice but some just go down with the ship, dig me? You just come back anyways. Still, you pack your baggage and bring it with you to here, dig me? You are you from there, but here now. NOT a new thing. If you knew how to fly before, you still know here but have to figure out how to do it here is all. Some came here and a lot are still coming here. Humanity has a lot to offer. Earth alone in this dimension and reality and yadda yadda... Bro, the amount of spirits that exist is insane, and to have built into you the understanding and KNOWING of how to access each one, in it's purest and rawest form, ONE SPIRIT AT A TIME?!?! So you're not all overcome with whatever spirit (joy, greif, confusion, hornyness, rage, inspiration)... see the spirit of HAPPY is that, all the time. You stab it in the eye and it's happy. You get to pick and choose ALL VIBES whenever and however (to whatever degree) you want. Yeah, folks are dying to go to heaven but angels are killing to get here. Anyways... (3) Sent here. Put here. Cast (like a rock... show...) here. Some are actually sent here. Bound up, restricted, in some cases memories wiped and soul imprisoned, blocks on consciousness and knowings as to manipulate thinkings....  or like on those shows where you wake up on an island and don't know who you are but you were a planet crushing king in reality and have to grow back into another version of your self using the experiences here to be that version of you. Born is a choice. Coming here/Ending up here is a choice. Being PUT/SENT here may not have been. Thats why some angels have such fun laying waste. They don't like it here and don't want to be here, but it's the job, and when in roam.....  THIS SONG came from a relationship with that last one. Cats in and out of bags and whatnot, there's a chain. I feel it. I do not like it. I understand it, but still. Some of us were sent/put here. Not our will. For the sake of the experience and purely for BEING BE-ing Being(s). Whatever tho.

**The Wrath >> dark gothic organ church bell fire breathing vengeance electro rock :D

kiss the dawn goodbye, it's on
watching the ceiling fan spin 'til it hits me
i see you riding next to me
past expectations we've conceived
pushing the brink of reality
break the chains, piercing free
look into my darkened eyes
where did i go?
what are we running from?

Faster and faster we go
deeper and deeper into the cold
with only our selves to hold
Why? We don't know, but i'll follow you
try to avoid being consumed
by our abundant lacking and lacking room
eyes race like pulses-- past alive
but lower than where we need to be

but i keep wasting my time
as life passes me by
i need a "Why" to proceed to bleed
or just wild out in the night deceased

cruise 'til sunset-- then do something else
on to vegas-- then to something else
drinkin in the bootyhouse-- time for something else
tryna find myself here-- gotta do something else
what about me and you? yeeaah--that's hot to death
skin to skin, tading breaths-- man, that's something else
losing my self in you-- slowly becoming something else
back to limbo... man this is something else

we've been high on fast times, watched the sun rise
written love letters to unborns and past lives
cried for futures that will never be
howling at the moon drifting aimlessly downtown
whether solo or in the middle of a crowd
last bucks and fast times-- need to slow down
i've found myself lost and found
bound and tryna be me as the world slips down
it's something else

but i keep wasting my time
as life passes me by
i need a "Why" to proceed to bleed
or just wild out in the night deceased

back to the world again, then where?-- somewhere else
tryna' find a time killer-- gotta do something else
pushing for perfection-- then want something else
whoa now, check your self-- then do something else
mobbin' in the moonlight-- onto somehting else
ain't no looking back-- gotta do something else
crash the gates and grab fate and take something else
bout to break but break for something else

used to crave injections, now i crave something else
looking in the mirror-- sometimes seeing someone else
tryna' stop the room from spinning, grab something else
reality done shifted, now i'm somewhere else
between breaths and death, fighting for something else
looking in your eyes and i feel something else
been a long hard ride-- now what?! something else
guess what i'm smiling for? ...not that, something else

i survived the night again-- here for something else
cut myself a couple times-- death by something else
fell in love a couple times-- death by something else
sick of the games-- i ain't tryna' play nothing else
what's the singer's singing for?-- seems like something else
what's the world spinning for?-- selling me something else
this ain't heaven or hell, this is something else
heard the truth a couple times... sounds like something else...

Faster and faster we go
deeper and deeper into the cold
with only our selves to hold
Why? We don't know, but i'll follow you
try to avoid being consumed
by our abundant lacking and lacking room
eyes race like pulses past alive...

....i need a "Why" to proceed to bleed
or just wild out in the night deceased

Something Else... >> neon & blacklight streaks thru the strip to find yourself on the other side

LOVE this video  ~~>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49Cmj6Kb9mY
hello hello, beloved unwanted child
I'm doing fine, why? You don't understand my smile?
it's from unkillable unquenchable fire in eyes
this world's a zombie joke ...let's burn the whole thing down

Ahoy Ahoy outcasted klown
yes yes, they love to use you up and drink you down
of course they hate what they can't sell to furnish hell
your world's a slave... lets remove the head

what the fuck is up unitized mind?
body soldierd to perfection for vampires
let them taste their own blood, let it fill the air
either you or i will die... that too will past

well hello nurse, heaven in eyes
pumping ice into your veins, hell fears your walk
you may sing the sirens dizzy, what's the point?!
devils will put your full bodied style in the lake

so here we are... klown monkey kings
should be the rulers but these fools love passing things
enough with prayers and protests --lets lock and load
only crazies change the world--don't sing my song

peice to the sun... rise, never peace
howl at the moon, release my soul unto the streets
and if i live and ride this bitch to death, fuck it all
i've seen my freedom locked away and was given smiles....

I love this song man. I do. I frickin do. The video i diggs too, but only a lottle. Its a streak that won't die in me and keeps me str8 in a crooked world. We change worlds all the time, but this streak don't break. "buy" link, download, name your price (free is a price if you have to I get it totally which is why all of our tracks should be that price. we came up in nothing yet everything too.).

Klown Monkey Kings >> dark edged anarchy bluesy trip hop progressive bass rock

Line 6 spider amp. So... "Spider". Sometimes you just wanna play, ya know? and then you record stuff and folks are like, 'What is it called?" and I'm like, "Frickin music, man! I dunno. What's in the room close by... hmmm.. spider amp.. Ok, frickin Spider." Done and done. Now, onto the next. Just let a playa play, dig me??!!! names and genres and all that crap. It's music bro... we grabbed guitars, Tyy got on the drums, Slikk got the bass and we just.. made.. music. LMAO.

**Spider >> galactic conquering progressive electro power rock w/ a sprinkle of vast dark

video shmideo ~~>> https://youtu.be/a3uk0Q3-Qh4

you sit alone tryna make your self at home in a war that's not yours, but unfolds at your door
the nights used to mask your collapse as you grasp to your friends blowing up from the end of it all

and you feel like the world is a blur and a maze
its amazing this crazy place hasn't eaten itself alive
such a rush to the head, in a still place cold and dead
hey lets go for a stroll in the night--
dead last ones alive

parents hypnotized by the drugs of their dreams while the lies of the land sells its brand of being free
not the death that i dream, i don't sleep much no more
the songs fade with the highs, but the nights remain cool
and you feel like the world is a maze and a grave
and you scrape slowly away as the dayz builds a daze
such a rush to the head-- these electric neon shells
hey lets go for a stroll in the night--
dead last ones alive

sun rises slow on the edge of the fire
there's this town falling down with it's style and senseless class
we're the outcasts-- we're the problem and the pain
the problem is "them" and "us" are the same

but "they" feel like the world is a dish they can have
as they rise climbing knives placed in backs soon their own
its a rush to the head, they don't even know they're dead
you and i watch them fall, and we smile
dead last ones alive

You can DL it here or there's more (a lot more) stuff we couldn't fit here at the "Buy" link.

Dead Last >> blacklight slow swing bluesy surf rock smoking while society burns

more at https://www.facebook.com/LittleByrdMeh/photos/a.1204032199609209.1073741825.1201140773231685/1204032516275844/?type=3&theater

[intro]
(humming and) "did you know 1,2,3,4,5 = 15? haha, true story

[verse1]
i wrote these words trippin while sippin on sunny d
cause the beer was all gone and i gotta be watching my pee
cause i got an interview for potential slavery
to be stamping out clay bricks to build a bridge to free
a mockery is money, which makes dark of reality
its an art to scraping by but to thrive is a masterpiece
do i master the beast in me or let 'em run free?
am i a "work in progress" or what i was meant to be?
"why" is the realest question, the answer's in complete
keeps changing the world's changing the times' changing me
the lines have all been drawn, and the song is sweet on repeat--
"any friend of my enemy is an enemy to me"
the problem is the problems all exist as normalcy
deception is the second biggest game up in this piece
of endless peace
distracting as the nothing ignoring me
cause ignorance of idle hands is blisters bending seeds

[hook]
all i think about is dying and seeing you smiling
world is swallowing my soul but i'm still trying
don't know why most times but still we both survive
even when we don't want it
circles of falling, flying
the stage is in stages
where the spotlights keep me blinded
and the chains we gain help us to maintain
while we curse and kill the answers sent before crying
an infinite loop of energy dividing
multiplying to one

[verse 2]
we're running in circles, an exercise in killing time
a blessing to have a brain and soul to make your mind
the spirit is just a drug, hits harder in half the time
but the sex and bio excrement transform robots to prime
there's examples of how ample the supply of potent lies
that vibrate the most steady of vibes and pierces the i's
and most won't realize their either blind or still confined
in comfortable ties until they've died a couple times
take one step ahead of your time and time blows your mind
how understanding it all to be so small then you unwind
we're all a whirlwind of sin enlightening by divine
just visions of perfection seeking where there's none to find
the truth is that there is no sin, just that we're ignorant
just Gods being, angels torn, distracted being kids
to sort itself out, find the "why" that it exists
its why we are how we are
it's all the same shit

[hook]
all i think about is dying and seeing you smiling
world is swallowing my soul but i'm still trying
don't know why most times but still we both survive
even when we don't want it
circles of falling, flying
the stage is in stages
where the spotlights keep me blinded
and the chains we gain help us to maintain
while we curse and kill the answers sent before crying
an infinite loop of energy dividing
multiplying to one

where my mind go

05 Little Byrd - Where My Mind Go

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