@distantlight432016: Thank you so much for the listen!

Hypnotic riff right here! Reminds me of  Kyuss

Matthew my friend, I hope you know how geat this sounds!

Pleased to share this mind-blowing tune with my other SC friends.

Some days this is just what you need!! lovin it <3<3<3

The lost plot !

Goodbye.

Artwork: John Hobbs
Poetry & Recitation: John Hobbs: https://soundcloud.com/hey-citizen

Music: flowermouth

-------- Reminiscences of Mountains  --------

The spinning globes meandering crack the barrier; And frame the light's cold silent marks till life is just a blur.  Mountains reminisce with friends and take the moon to task, For siding with the summer sun in which the insects bask.  The night so green and sorrowful as the glaciers despair; The conjurer so fragile now tugging at his hair.  Many lifetimes coalesce and sidle up to show. That lessons left in energy are as permanent as snow.  Cradled in the honey cell, bars cast on the wall; The Richter scale ascending as eyelids rise and fall.  The landscape with a floating love calls out to her birth; 
Masks the face of granite cliffs and minerals of worth.  
     The frequency is cut in two and left alone to die; 
            Past and future co-exist,
                 but the present's just
                      a lie.  

                      ----------John Hobbs----------

Reminiscenses of mountains (feat. John Hobbs)

"The Tyger": Poem by William Blake: 1794.
Recitation: Acclivity: https://freesound.org/people/acclivity/
Music: flowermouth
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Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears 
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Tyger (feat. Acclivity)

Sonnet 18: - Shall I Compare Thee-
By William Shakespeare.

Voice: Speedenza: https://freesound.org/people/Speedenza/
Music: flowermouth.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shall I Compare Thee (feat. Speedenza)

Taken from the album 'Two-Star Rating'. Link below:

https://hocusjumbo.bandcamp.com/album/two-star-rating

Two-Star Rating

Uncanny Pantry

Haven't tried writing a new song in months. Very low production quality, just sort of winging it with misplaced notes and all and the door wide open to all the household noises. The inspiration (Verse II)comes from an experience during a high school football practice in 1968. A new kid had moved into town. He was a good player and a nice, gentle soul. During practice once, the school principle and another administrator came down to the field and asked for the new kid to follow him to his office. Never a good thing. Couldn't figure out what he might have done wrong. Later we found out that they told him his 20 year old brother had died in Vietnam. I have never forgotten that scene nor the impact it had on their family. Years later, I am wearing tee shirts that say "Made in Vietnam."  Why, why, why?  Not knowing is what this song is about, bad and good.  I'll listen to it for a while and see if it is worth developing. God Bless you!

Just An Old Man Playing His Guitar 
capo 3

Verse I
G                  Em
Tears in the dark
C                    G
I know how it feels
G                  Em
Your broken heart
C                D 
His love wasn’t real
Em                    C
You look in my eyes
G                           D
For answers you need
Em                C
But I’m not that wise
G                              D
Won’t find them in me
C          G                 Em                        D
Don’t understand why things they are
C                 G             Em           D         G
I’m just an old man, playing his guitar
Verse II
Shirt on my back
Made in Vietnam 
I knew a boy
He never came home
His name on a wall 
With others who died
So hard to believe
A big truth was a big lie
Don't know why things they are
I’m just an old man, playing his guitar
Verse III
Under the snow
Wildflowers grow
How could this be?
Mystery to me
Out of the darkness
And into the light
A baby is born
We cradle new life
I don't know why things they are
I’m just an old man, playing his guitar

Old Man Playing His Guitar

Taken from the album 'Two-Star Rating', available now, link below:

https://hocusjumbo.bandcamp.com/album/two-star-rating

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