Great track!! You two never fail to deliver!!❤️‍🔥

This is great! Your imagination limitless

Yes! This rocks so much - Rob, digging those screeching pipes of yours! Great riffs as always! Repost for sure!

He stands in twilight
at the gates of the new city's walls.
A strange dawn stirs on the blade of the meridian.
The last city smolders in the distance. 
His footprints in their soft dust craters
trail behind him 
and alongside are the drops of blood
that let astride him.
He hears the distant hounds.
A breeze lifts and covers his tracks

but through the gate
he peers, for now.
The city begins to awaken and come to life.
The bakers, the artists, the carpenters
and the elite, merge into one citizen
smiling on their paths.
He looks upon the road
leading to the private houses
and figures silhouetted above the sills.
Laughter from within their walls. 

The sunrise catches the apex
of a pearled pagan statue, where paths converge
and his eyes divert upon it. 
He stands until the sunlight reaches her eyes of the East.

Hecate waits, standing in stone, without faltering
in three-form. One face by light.
Two others by shadow. In each hand a torch
and the others hold a serpent, a key.
He is entranced by a momentary paralysis

and he imagines the future, unraveling to the North
past the mountains, overlooking the new city.
Her reflection in his dark eyes reverberates between them infinitely.
Sage burns. A hex lifts. The ghosts like petals drift.
The gravity of the morning moon, still in the sky, lifts the dew.
The blades of grass bend toward the celestial.
He begins to cry, and his eyes are then clear.

Two guards near, and begin to call out.
He returns down the path and takes a new fork
up into the overgrowth and throngs of thorns.
Up the mountain, he wades, unflinching and finds a clearing.

He sets up a camp between the cities.
Overlooking the distant landscapes
the smoldering old, and the glow of the new.
He speaks to the night phantoms, and coyotes
who dare not near
and the black fountain to him, speaks of method and form 
like wine. A moth flutters into the light and heat
to invoke a change. 
Geese pass overhead, a transition
at the threshold of season.
He watches the fire, the night long, and the hounds bay.

He douses the embers, for the ashes to fractal
meet root, and rise again.
Broken and delirious, he sees a vision
of the frog at the well
at the edge of the underworld, aflame.
It clings in silence, to the scales unfair.
Tempting darkness to near. 
He reaches out, with hand weak
and it dives, escaping wet into the cosmos below.

Sending ripples through the stars.
He looks down at his reflection until the water stills
and in that moment, his mirror splits to twin.
He looks up, but no one is yet there beside him.
A premonition. A last black hope.
The mountain grows cold.
He cries out as he awakens.

Words by Riley Robinson

I. Venus in Pisces

https://on.soundcloud.com/jlhR91YaRGb7XaLFZu
Single Use And Recycled: songwriter, guitars
Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

Pull out my pistol 
Point it at the moon
Curse everything around me 
Curse the moon too

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Nothing I can change
Out of my reach
Eat the fabric my being
Turn me inside out

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Juices flowing ’tween my old tired bones
Feeling so much better

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Cool mountain air fills my lungs
Blood coursing through my veins
Sweat drops on my brow

Read about it in the paper
Don’t exist no more
Sun on my face, I feel it
So much better now

Care to make a wager
Lay some money down
Money where your mouth is
Lay that hard cash down


Curse At The Moon Too

like the sun has to go down, for the stars to shine tonight...

Ending of a Dream (demo)

'flyer feature' 

Was at the local grocery
when something caught my attention and annoyed me.
The frozen fruit that I bought for smoothies
had somehow gone up in price as a 'flyer featch.*'
So, while I was checking out,
I asked a girl, barely in her teens, if she, too, agreed that they were being thieves. 

She didn't know. 

*flyer feature


flyer feature

For those of you not familiar with the management abuse which took the lives of Badfinger's Pete Ham and Tom Evans. They died without seeing any of the benefits from their million selling songs.

"I will not be allowed to love and trust everybody". "This is better".
(Pete Ham's suicide note)



Everything falls into place
The future is secure
The golden boys,the chosen ones
The sellout world tour

Did you get what you deserved baby blue
Day after day
A world without you

Million selling records
Validation from the best
Just four boys from Wales
No one would have guessed

Legal fights and corruption
Greedy businessmen
The took your money took your soul
Again and again

That avaricious businessman 
He bled you dry
All the starry promises
Were nothing but a lie

Six long years 
And nothing to show
A rope a note in a garage
It was time to go

Did you get what you deserved baby blue
Day after day
A world without you

Pete & Tom

Written by James Geer

In the ocean of my mind
From subconscious deep
A storm may come my way
Troubling my sleep
 
I’m Skirting the abyss.   
My Circumstances dire 
What has wrought me this
Circling the gyre

And crashing are the waves
And howling is the wind 
I find I’m save at bay
When I reach for you again

When thoughts of empty years
When I had lost at love
Attack my inner peace
Like hailstones from above

Safe at bay

Yes, I can actually play this crap, it's not like it's that technical. My practice amp now works if if you hit the side and hold your breath........ Never said I could play and sing..... Fly Nightmares would be a 6 piece if it were a real band....

Wipotrine (live guitar playthrough)

Single Use And Recycled: guitar wizardry
https://on.soundcloud.com/x8YQuknZk7RXU3TpxH
Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

Sometimes things go my way
Sometimes a win make a great day
I ain’t always down on myself

Mostly man, I like what’s in the mirror
Sometimes I think 
Jerry Reed would be better

Just saying, stuff piles up
Saying, don’t want to face it
Bear down and power through

Mostly man, I like what’s in the mirror
Sometimes I think 
Jerry Reed would be better

Alarm clock going off
That time again
Sun soon coming up
Thankful for another day

Alarm clock going off
That time again
Sun soon coming up
Thankful for another day

Down time in the afternoon
List of never ending honey do’s
Put up my feet, take a snooze

Mostly man, I like what’s in the mirror
Sometimes I think 
Jerry Reed would be better

Alarm clock going off
That time again
Sun soon coming up
Thankful for another day

Jerry Reed Would Be Better

A rough and ready summertime rock & roll song.
A salvage title is a car deemed a total loss by an insurance company.

Lyrics:
I surround myself with my friends 
That I know and love
Kick those bad times
Down the stairs
A little shove
Even when we're hurt
Drinking a toast
To the last rotation of the earth
You should know by now

We're living life with a salvage title
I'm out of sync
With my circadian cycle
Your molecular structure
Looking vital  🤪 
Salvage title

Take the time
And disregard all the rest
I'm at the Ramada Inn
Under house arrest
They say life is just a little test
I took off my shirt
To get this off my chest
You should know by now
This kind of spirit never goes away
It just becomes something else

We're living life with a salvage title
Getting sunshine
In tiny vials
Kicking down the portals of time
For an on time arrival
Salvage title 
Hot dog (yeah ) !!!!

Salvage title
And if you're coming over tonight
I'm going to be up late
Dancing with myself
Like Billy Idol

Salvage Title

6. No Wonder You’ve Got No Friends

Stillness in Ruin

I write and record my own songs in my home bedroom studio. I play the guitars and bass, do all the singing, and have world class drummers from EZDrummer3 on all these songs. The song lyrics are from my head and heart. I hope to make more music soon so check back every so often👍

Curse At The Moon Too

Rob Olsson

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