Unfinished recordings

The Mist

eLEPHANT hAND blends heavy stoner riffs with progressive metal complexity, creating instrumental tracks that hit hard and leave room for introspection. Each song is a journey, designed to evoke raw emotion and tell stories without words.

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Composed by: Richard Grover
Guitars: Richard Grover
Bass: Jamie Reynolds
Drums: Alex Martinez

Album Art & Media: Andie Wise
Photography: Aleksandr Neplokhov
Recording, Mix & Mastering: Richard Grover, Jamie Reynolds
100% Indie recorded in a garage in Eugene Oregon🤘

A Ukrainian Field Full of Dead Commies

LYRICS

P1US 92.3%,
P1YUS 92.2%.

P2US(1) 89.1%,
P2US 87.9%.

P3US(1) 92.5%,
P3US 83.7%.

P4US 93.2%,
P5US 91.4%.

P6US 91.3%,
P7US 94.2%.

P8US 93.0%,
P9US 92.8%.

P10US 92.5%,
P11US 91.4%


Analysis for the General

Let's give drum and bass one more chance to tell what it hasn't told yet

I Am Here

I Am Here (feat. Maxson)

get on it

Lyrics:

Quarterlies stacked in the Shire's back shed
Frodo missed targets while snacking on bread
Metrics were off, and morale took a hit
Gandalf said softly, “This just isn't it”

His robe flapped hard in the quarterly breeze
He whispered, “I’ve let go of too many FTEs”

Down the shaft of Mount Doom he fell
With a sigh and a spreadsheet yell
Gandalf marked “Exceeds” for Sam
But Frodo just never gave a damn

Performance Review (Frodo's Last Day)

live july 22 1155am

Never Thought I'd Make It This Far

From shallow reeds they lift at dawn
Their wings like blades, the flock is drawn
Across the steppe, the air runs thin
They do not circle, they only begin

They follow a course that no stars betray
A crimson horizon pulls them away

The flight of the flamingos, long and high
Through the borderless currents of the sky
Silent wings where the dark winds grow
To the fields where the heavy chimneys glow

They leave behind the salted brine
The river’s edge, the crooked line
Through forests black, through iron haze
They do not wander, they do not graze

No feather breaks from the scarlet stream
They fly with a single, sharpened dream

The flight of the flamingos, burning red
Through the whisper of clouds where the cold winds spread
No sound of song, no cry below
Only sparks where the heavy chimneys glow

Over the border, night is near
The air grows thick, the path is clear
They do not falter, they do not veer
Their beaks are pointed north of here

Through distance wide, their purpose stays
A line of fire through iron greys

The flight of the flamingos, sharp and true
Over forests of steel and rivers blue
Silent arcs where the cinders flow
To the gates where the heavy chimneys glow

Не ради зернá, і не ради пашнú
Летять за іскрóю в димú і в вогнí
Єдине крилó, одинóке рішéння
Зникають, мов тíні, вдаряють — мов кáміння

Their path is written, their wings don’t sway
They follow the dark until night turns day

The flight of the flamingos, far they roam
From the fields of wheat to their furnace home
No cry of return, no backward glow
Only ash where the heavy chimneys glow

Flight of the Flamingos

Crashing Waves

Ddh by bob

Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

mchorsebones@gmail.com

Flight of the Flamingos

MC Horsebones

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