I saw you guys in Syracuse NY at funk n waffles around 2009-2010. Just found you guys again on here. Wish I could get my hands on that CD I had of you guys. Much love.

Sly Dreamer

Ooo I like to see the pretty girls
They make me a sly dreamer
Love is how they love to drop your jaw
Love to see them fall, driving in your car

Make you sing a song you never knew, you knew
Turning tiger orange when you were morning blue
I live all alone on your island, all alone on your island

Put me in a dream, I can think of nothing, better, brighter
Roll me in a fuse and light up
You won’t disappear if I don’t blink, drink me in a drink
I can settle your longing eyes, you’d be all mine

Ooo I like to see the pretty girls
Yea they make me smile
Love is how they love you into bits
Pieces they can rip, and ball up in their fist

Lyrics by Jimi Woodul


Sly Dreamer

DemonDroid

The people here sleepwalk,
They prance a mellow prowl
Lapping garbage up,
and feeding their dry mouths

The earth is flat again, with its ups and downs
The people sleep beneath the fan blades,
spinning round and round

Restless lost, overload, sinkhole, hollowing disease, is hollowing
Following flowing with every graceful tick flick of the wrist and grin
Again and again and again and again and again

I bleed the red I see, red is you, red is me
Never green never blue always red me and you
Don’t go! 

I’ve a lazy soul, pinned to a lazy heart,
my god won’t leave the couch,
To shit clusters of stars

Restless lost overload, sinkhole hollowing disease terrorizes my mind and then
Shows us we break when we bend,
again, again, again

Lyrics Jimi Woodul

DemonDroid

Terror

To all the people finding truth in the lies
Just look in their eyes and feast upon the venomous vibes
And in the silence that follows a falling that swallows you whole
Deepening pit beneath us, what we don’t even know
A single thing about the stage I’m playing I’m god
Almighty fingertips, command a bloody fist
I’m dying to sell what your dying to buy yea

The list goes on and on, stains hidden ages gone
This is a call to arms, the calm before the coming storm
Corner and burn alive, snake through the system wires
Found bliss a loaded gun, this ignorance the killing kind

This goes for patriots and likewise believers and suckers
Haters and lovers of every race creed and color, you know nothing
just a pawn inside a game of their own, some hole this home

Wait for the titan clash, prepare to burn and slash
The ones left laughing last are asking for their laughter back
Bought out a nations trust, buy it with our own blood
This ignorance the killing kind, find bliss inside, a loaded gun

It’s for the best you say, bullshit you fuck my brain
The lying liars lies as dazzling as the truth is plain
lips harbor tongues of filth, but still spin words like silk

Lyrics by Jimi Woodul


Terror

One Red Martian is: 
Jimi Woodul: Guitar, Vocals
Joe Woodul: Drums
Ben Woodul: Bass
Dan DeKalb: Piano, Vocals. 

A decade in the making, the masterful musicians behind psychedelic rock outfit One Red Martian used growing up in a small town with little to do to their advantage. Comprised of three brothers and a longtime friend, the group has grown up knowing no other lifestyle than the one down the creative path, as soundtracked by those who came before them respectably, such as The Beatles, Otis Redding and James Taylor.

Members Jimi, Joe and Ben Woodul connected with Dan DeKalb through their hometown of Newport, New York, finding inspiration early on through their father’s work as an audio engineer. Being in an environment surrounded by endless equipment was enough to spark an obsession with recording a record, with the dedication to actually learning how to play instruments coming not too far behind.

From the beginning of One Red Martian’s story, recording studio sessions themselves showed the group what could be possible when they harnessed their creative energy together. Pairing their eagerness to make high quality music with their own talents resulted in the group capturing a style uniquely their own, while also drawing from the older generation of music that moved them.

Collectively adventuring to Texas to further pursue music after finishing high school, the quartet could be found organizing, promoting and performing their own live shows all throughout the south. As the band evolved, their experiences within music inevitably led to their focus shifting naturally from creating songs just for the sake of creating songs, to creating as a way to express their humanity and out of necessity to inspire positive change.

One Red Martian’s desire to live passionately has led the group to further blur the boundaries between the bigger picture and their individual experiences through their music, resulting in lyrically-rich songs, both narrative and emotive by nature. Motivated by remembering how their favorite artists’ albums made them feel, One Red Martian works tirelessly to replicate that feeling to someone else. 

Throughout the years experimenting with their sound, relocating once more to discover new roots in Albany, New York, and after a five-year hiatus, One Red Martian is back in the best possible way.

With their new full-length album, Late, One Red Martian takes the last five years and spreads it out within 12 new tracks. The result is a lyrically rich display that balances well with its exceptional and interesting instrumentation. The album captures a whimsical reality and does so with a polish that captivates the dreamers and doers alike. 

Terror

One Red Martian

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