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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

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

Rain dripped slow on a rusted street
Her badge caught the light, where the shadows meet
A witness spoke in a whisper low
About something strange they didn’t quite know

It wasn’t the crime that turned my head
It was the taste of the words she said

The night cracked open on Orchard and Vine
Evidence leaning on a crooked sign
Her lips on the truth like a gambler’s bet
In the kind of game you don’t forget

He wore his coat like a curtain of doubt
Eyes darting quick, like he might black out
I’d seen this game on a darker beat
Where hunger and guilt always seem to meet

The weight of the street pressed down my chest
And every clue felt half-confessed

The night rolled heavy with the scent of rain
Clues grew thicker than a subway stain
She tasted the lie like a seasoned thief
Pulling out the heart of a quiet grief

Questions piled like smoke in a room
One wrong move could seal your doom
But she kept her gaze, never letting go
Of the single lead this city could know

Her stare was a blade, sharp, straight, and clean
Cutting the fog where the truth had been

The night wore bruises where the lamplight bled
Secrets pressed close to the lips they fed
Every alibi had a hole to fill
And the truth came out when the street went still

Lips on the Truth

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

Lips on the Truth

MC Horsebones

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