reminds me of some Sepultura. kinda... nice. i dig

Love refined guitar tune 😎😎😎 Singer has raspy voice 🔥🔥🔥

Sludge magick! Excellent groove. The guitars are imbued with some arcane sorcery that is only completed by chanting contrapuntal incantations. Masterful metal.

"Hamboneing"

Bride of the Dammed

Mix/Master: WOODS STUDIO

Sleep comes on tippy-toes
You don’t suspect
You think your conscience shows
You’re incorrect

You’re just another face
passing along
You think you set the pace
You are so wrong

You’re walking in dreamtown
Dreamtown honey
Two blocks then a field of wheat
Dreamtown, 
dreamtown darling
A dead-end to a one-way street
Dreamtown, it leaves you happy
Dreamtown, your day’s complete

I like the sofa best
The bed’s too far
If I don’t need the rest
That’s how things are
I’d rather my eyes close 
Than see what I’ve seen
My shining moment goes
Losing its sheen
I’m welcome in dreamtown
Dreamtown baby
Gold bricks and a big rainbow
Dreamtown, dreamtown sweetness
Love in unending flow
Dreamtown around the corner
Dreamtown on the go
You’re on the go
But take it slow
Take it slow
Cause it’s dreamtown
You lie low

My cares I cast away
Yours I ignore
I’m on the town today
Set to explore
I’m happy in dream town

Senso

Dreamtown

Prisoner In Paradise.mp3

He walks supported by his wife, devasted brain in his mid-life
The World is holding its breath, Parkisson’ son has come to Earth.
A girl gives fire to the Lord, he slowly turns and lights the cord,
Unleashing the flaming arrow, that hits, the Olympic bow.

His left arm shakes relentlessly, he holds on to all his dignity
He used to be the fastest guy, yet now, he’s an old man,
There are things money can’t buy, among ducks, he was a black swan, 
Silent prayer all around, no bell is closing that round.
 Chorus:
I float, like a butterfly, sting Like a bee, wrestled
An alligator.. I injured a stone,
Murdered a rock, Tussled with a whale.

He did not go to Vietnam, “they never called me nigger”,
He joined the Nation of Islam, he stood his ground against soldiers,
He made a friend in Malcom X, who turned him into Cassius X,
Slave name later changed, into Muhammad Ali.
Chorus
He was a moving shadow in the ring, provoking with trash talking,
An icon for civil rights, a beacon in black nights
He moved like a ballet dancer, and stroke like a serial killer,
He was elected, the greatest sportsman of all time.
Chorus
Ali is on the ropes and floating,
Foreman heavy punches can’t hit him,
Ali moved away and while he is dancing,
Foreman keeps going, like a bull blinded by the blood.
Thirty seconds before the bell ring,
The crowd is crazy and standing,
Out of nowhere two bolts of lightning
Came from the hands of Ali,
Foreman is knockedout!

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboards
Stu Head - Vocals, Lyrics https://soundcloud.com/stoojmusic?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Kristopher Bolin - Vocals, Lyrics, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Fluxional

Bandcamp

Horologe (feat. Stu Head of The Welton Shipwreck and Kristopher Bolin)

So Tell Me

The Incremental Moment
By Ricky Wilhelmson

Stay with it!

The Incremental Moment

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a boozy song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Everybody’s happy now, pandemic faded, no one’s invaded,
Everybody’s happy now, talk of recession, was just a bull session,
Everybody’s really happy now, peace in the Ukraine, 
feeding the world again,
Everybody’s happy now and we’re feelin’ no pain.

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a maudlin song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Everybody’s happy now, Putin deposed, corruption exposed and
Everybody’s happy now, the Orange One’s in prison, 
the truth has arisen,
Everybody’s really happy now, 
every autocrat forced to use the laundromat,  
Everybody’s happy now, and we’re feelin’ no pain.

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a tipsy song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Yeah you know we’re only dreamin’
But singin’ out a song is a better cure than screamin’
You know that we’ll get by,
Pretending to be happy bids the blues bye-bye.

Everybody’s happy now, energy retoolin’ so the climate is coolin’, 
Everybody’s happy now, 
we saved all the critters from becoming fritters,
Everybody’s really happy now, 
‘cause human rights have finally hit the heights
Everybody’s happy now, and we’re feelin’ no pain.

Yeah you know we’re only dreamin’
But singin’ out with flare beats pullin’ out your hair
You know that we’ll get by,
Pretending to be happy bids the blues bye-bye.

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a woozy song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.
Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ an intoxicated song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.
“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Everybody's Happy

Hood to the Bayou (Prod. Microphone Mafia)

A small selection of songs from the many talented performers on our famous Rockaoke Sunday afternoons! 

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Ice House Fever

Sandwich throwing, heavy music players!!!!!!!

Bride of the Dammed

Peter

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