All pieces were improvised and recorded within two takes, in the summer/fall of the year 69th of new age. 

Squid - Grit - 04 To Forge A Man's Heart

Squid - Grit - 03 Nowhere

Squid - Grit - 02 Grit

Squid - Grit - 01 Anfang

My lips carry no song. My head rumbles with echoes of foolishness. My heart is cold and I've forgotten how to love. I know nothing but fear. My arms and legs help me crawl in the gutter. But it is clogged. I have Grit between my teeth. Grit fills my stomach. I have no way but to absorb it. To become Grit.

Mot'Rwn