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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©2024 eLEPHANT hAND

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

Oh mighty land of concrete grey
Where all sadness is washed away
Glory hammer vodka bright
We march to work in endless night

Bread line long we stand so proud
Cold wind kiss face nose turn loud
KGB watch with friendly eye
Who complain to Gulag fly

Strong like bear but eat like mouse
Dreams of meat but is no cows

Soviet life is best of life
One potato feed whole wife
Vodka drip from frozen tap
Grandpa sleep in garbage scrap

Glorious leader mustache wide
Posters say he never lied
Factory work make steel so great
Pay is low but no escape

Glory come when suffer deep
If not like then take long sleep

Soviet life is best of life
One potato feed whole wife
Vodka drip from frozen tap
Grandpa sleep in garbage scrap

Train to nowhere full of soul
Secret police take control
Minister drive limousine
We eat rat but love regime

Black bread dry like history book
Neighbor gone? Don’t even look
Soviet future shining red
Work ‘til grave then go to bed

Flag so big it block the sky
Love the state or say goodbye

Soviet life is best of life
One potato feed whole wife
Vodka drip from frozen tap
Grandpa sleep in garbage scrap

Glory struggle cold and pain
Soviet Union rise again

Glorious Soviet Anthem of Struggle and Hardship

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

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

Glorious Soviet Anthem of Struggle and Hardship

MC Horsebones