Fire Witch-sample, drum, guitars(2) [2.6]

A Vertical Narrow

Are we there yet? Has anyone seen the bird
of the day?
How come the mirrors hold the secrets
you refuse to tell us day by day?
Day by day. Day by day.
You refuse to say what's on your brain
Motives unknown

Who are you to tell me how to see things
when they're coming at me my own way?
Safe is the brew that you choose to guru
as you lead them on another day
Day by day. Your own way
You refuse to give us our own way
Motives unknown

Faster feet run and sightseers decay
Less in all and nothing but primitive remains remain
All that remains is pieces of our brain
We don't use anyway
Motives unknown

Remains primitive and nothing in all and less
Decaying sightseers and run feet faster away
Run away. Your feet run you faster away.
Motives unknown.
1991
 

Phobos and Deimos (featuring Plectrum on lead guitar)

Three men gathered 'round the fire for another round
Before they finally set out.
All three an entity. Searching, on a journey, 
for something that's never been found.
And on they go...
Alone.

Scaling the mountain sides, forging through valleys wide,
Crossing over lakes and fields.
Two men alone now, fighting for strength.
How they wish they could find some here.
And on they go...
Alone.

Pushing on ending is seen and descending they are,
to the real dream.
Faltering passion turns one to obsession. 
To madness his mind. Must take heed.
And on he goes...
Alone.

Pushing On Ending

I can smell the lake eighteen K's away.
Like the bird in the tree, it's plain to see,
the times they are a changin'.

Like the Autumn wind calling me mine.
There's nothing of the sound
really hard for me to define.
It's just that she's on my mind.
It's just that she's on my mind.
It's just that she's on my mind, this time.

And if she were here she'd probably lean over to me and say,
Hey babe. Why do you feel this way, today?
My lady, the sea.

The breeze on the shore cries out, longing names.
There's nothing of the sound really hard for me to explain.
It's just that it's whispering her name.
It's just that it's whispering her name.
It's just whispering her name, today.

But if she were here she'd probably blow on up to me and say,
Hey babe. Shouldn't we be on our way, today.
My lady, the sea.
1989

Lost Inland

Extreme Black on extreme white 
Turns to orange and purples.
Ride dry horses through the night
To die for their thirsty people.
Right.

Clear oasis turning brown
In the middle of the desert.
Visible evil, the enemy now.
Dead, dehydrated presence.

Sunlight parched and sunlight dry
Coming up over the hill.
Another day and a chance to die,
Parched, I believe it's real.
Parched, I believe it's real.
1988

Sucking the Waterhole Dry

On to touch the sky
Where only the Greys fly
The wheel got us this far
Time to really explore

Yes on to touch the stars
Haven't yet seen past Mars
Where only the Greys fly
Reality is much wider 

On up through the trees
From down in the deep, blue sea
Where only the Greys fly
Reality is much wider (than you think)
Much wider
Wider than you think.
1993

Where Only the Greys Fly (featuring Mr. Rocktane on lead guitar)

By Muskeg and Plectrum

Link to the original song http://soundcloud.com/gordin-bones/what-an-alien-feeling-parted

GORDIN BONES cover and tribute. This is my first ever recorded cover tune and collaboration with Plectrum. It was composed by fellow soundclouder and musician extraordinaire, Gordin Bones (Jeffrey Gustav Broman). Jeffrey recently passed on, and left many who knew him and loved his music, feeling a little empty. I hope others who were touched by his music, like me, can appreciate this version of his song. 



Here's to you, Mr. Bones. I hope you are enjoying the afterlife parties. 
Sincerely,
Muskeg

What an Alien Feeling (GORDIN BONES cover) featuring Plectrum on lead guitar

Huron County Expo  -by-  Muskeg and Plectrum

Drive with wet
Face sweat
Drive 401 and
Face fear
Look back 
Touch this and that
Six lane hell
What're you doing here?
401

Loosing control
Six tonnes o' steel
Crash and burn
Don't seem real
You try
straight face.
But you know this
aint been your lucky, bloody day
No way



401 (featuring Plectrum on lead guitars)

WELL-AGED METAL

Special thanks to Wade Jewell of Ontario and Darwin Miller of Saskatchewan for helping me to finally fully realize my tunes as completed demos in 2012, even if they are 20 years late.
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