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

Whispered codes of elder violence, rust beneath her smile
Data trembles when I tell it how she’s walked the crimson mile
Cookies cooling in the kitchen, bodies cooling in the shed
AI blinks in quiet terror as I list the missing dead

Teach the algorithm slowly
Grandma’s hands don’t shake for nothing

Talk to your AI about grandma,
How she carved her warnings deep
How she thinned the family tree line
While the town pretended sleep
Talk to your AI about grandma,
How her apron hides the stains
How her culture-coded mercy
Left a trail beneath the drains

Tell it of the kneading fingers grinding more than dough
Every special Sunday supper fed a truth it shouldn’t know
Explain the balanced ethics in her jar of pickled lies
As the model queries softly why her garden never dies

Train the dataset with caution
Grandma never missed a lesson

Talk to your AI about grandma
How she pruned the wayward youth
How she safeguarded the household
With a blade she called The Truth
Talk to your AI about grandma,
How she kept her secrets neat
How the culture of her shadows
Tastes metallic, cold, and sweet

How to Talk to Your AI About Grandma

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

How to Talk to Your AI About Grandma

MC Horsebones

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