Home was full of landmines, each step unsure
Words like shrapnel, sharp and impure
The table shook when his shadow grew
We learned the script of what not to do

Eyes on the clock, hands never bold
A fragile child, too young to grow old
Walls held secrets, screams left their trace
We wore our silence like armor and grace

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The past lives on in subtle refrains
A flinch at kindness, the weight of chains
I scan the faces, I read the air
Still braced for storms that aren’t really there

His voice lingers in the back of my head
A phantom editor of words unsaid
Even love feels like a test to pass
A trembling echo in fragile glass

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The ink may bleed, but my hand is steady
The future waits, the pen is ready
What was a prison now feels like grace
I’ll draw new maps on the same old space

I am the palimpsest, bold and free
A story unbound, still writing me

Palimpsest

"Bright Lights, Big City" (Jimmy Reed) [08.11.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

Poolside Residency 2023

Bright Lights, Big City [08.11.25]

A lack of hope won't keep me sane.
Hold off the rain.
Maintain my brain
Whilst I'm awaiting soft release.
Don't read me meek.
Down with them freaks.

One day, I was drinking, and the years were flying by.
Next, I'm overthinking, and I'm walking down your line.
One day, I was somebody with nothing left to lose.
Next, I'm softly glistening, in middle age, refused.

A little escape from this storm.
My thoughts are worn.
My trousers torn.
You might be calling out the fakes.
You left me; shakes.
You took my breaks.
I need a holiday from you.
You leave me blue.
You give no clue.

One day, I was flying, and the clouds were far below.
Next, I'm overthinking all the facts  I used to know.
One day, I was heavenly, yet now I'm back to front.
Now I'm slowly wrinkling, in middle age, begun.

One day, I was drinking, and the years were passing by.
Next, I'm overthinking, and I'm taking down the lines.
Once, I was just nobody with somebody to love.
Next, I'm barely listening to guidance from above.

Overthinking

Aries (prod.neverl0se)

Melodic progressive metal with brass jazz infusion from the debut self-titled album by Red Dust of Mars

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And all of the signs were in my face 
That I should be runnin' away 
And I thought that I had a clue 
But you made me feel like a fool

Breaking All My Rules

Title track from our title track from our forthcoming debut album out 4 October 2025!

Lyrics - 

Too broke, too broke

Wallet’s empty, tank on E
But who needs cash when we’re wild and free
Skip the rent, burn the mail
Turn this night into a fairy tale

We don’t need your validation
We’re the broke-ass generation

I’m too broke for money, but I’m rich in friends
Living off pizza crusts and weekend plans
Laugh at the bills we’ll never pay
Who cares anyway

Too broke but still alive
Rowdy as hell, we’ll survive

Too Broke For Money

Welcome to Toyah 4 - continuing our deep dive into the world of Toyah Willcox. Including the early albums with her band Toyah, and her subsequent solo career, along with selected tracks from Toyah And The Humans, and some previously unreleased material. 

Outrageous Intro 
Dance In The Hurricane
Monkeys
These Boots Are Made For Walking (Toyah & The Humans) 
Our Movie
The Packt
Desire
Moonlight Dancing
Kill The Rage 
Pop Star 
Requite Me (Demo) 
Come 
Love Is The Law 
Roses In Chains
Vale Of Evesham
Computer
21st Century Schizoid Man (Toyah & The Humans) 
To The Mountains High
The Druids
Love Me 
Last Goodbye
Lion Of Symmetry (with Tony Banks) 
Sphinx
Who Let The Beast Out 
Love Crazy
Race Through Space 
Legacy 
Prostitute
She
Now And Then 
We Are 
Angel & Me 
Don't Fall In Love (I Said) 
I Want To Be Free
Outrageous Outro

Toyah 4

Runnin Gunnz

Just another day in the life of a humble dictator.
He's down on his luck because he's lost his adherents, then goes on a date, then goes to a party where his traitors absconded to and passes out.
(Maybe the new guy found out how fickle the monkeys were identically....)

Lyrics:

It's going to be a lovely day
I feel it coming to the fore
This Adderall tastes like people need
To get out of my way
In the grocery store

My mood is my decision
And my decisions are generally pretty dark
She was asking for a body count
While on a date with a dictator
And i said i'd write it down
Once i got the figures later

As the weather outside grew stormy
We were discussing the means with regards to the ends
And the general zeitgeist
Billionaire techno-wizard freaks are not your friends
Neither are the normies
But the normies aren't giving masterclasses on the Antichrist

And while she was in Gravesend
Getting a purge of her follicles
She didn't mean to mock
But Disturbing naturally formed alluviums 
Is Almost as diabolical
As someone kicking your xeriscaping rocks
All over the sidewalk

And she said
After taking a breath
Life's daily demands 
Are just now not the same
Remember the early two thousands
When beating demons to death
With your bare hands
Was still a fictional video game

She'd had enough talk of killing
After flicking a piece of ash
She was such a vicious kidder
And then i really had going
A throbbing of my brain
Plus that feeling when
You need cash so bad
You're willing to be the lowest bidder
In an adversary supply chain

Water isn't clear 
But it seems clear because it filtered
What it wasn't clear to 
Which you then didn't evolve to see
What wasn't clear about her
Was that she doesn't kilter
To what would appear to be
What i was involved in
Enough to unequivocally agree

I then went to someone else’s circus 
And all of my fucking monkeys were there
Playing a diabolical form
Of political musical chairs

I'd had far too much of our host's brew
And dozed off as he prattled his parvenu 
Far on into the night
And coming to
I found it hard to believe
The change in his face
With the advent of dawn
His espirit de corps, 
His joie de vivre, 
His coup de grace, 
His deja vu
Were all categorically gone

Not My Monkeys Not My Circus

Frozen Cathedrals (Pt. 3)

Det tredje och sista kapitlet i trilogin tar musiken till en plats bortom hetta, bortom industriellt dån – rakt in i en isande tystnad där varje ton ekar som i en glaciärkatedral.

Här smälter black metal-riffens skoningslösa energi samman med jazzens fria improvisation, men tempot saktar in. Istället för bastuns febriga kaos och fabrikernas rytmiska hammarslag hör vi nu kalla borduner, sakrala klanger och disharmoniska kluster som spricker som is under foten.

Rhodes-pianot låter som frusna vattenfall, trummorna som avlägsna laviner, och gitarrerna skriker genom stormen som kyrkklockor i snödimma. Musiken rör sig mellan kontrollerad stillhet och plötsliga utbrott – som om katedralerna själva andas.

Det är en avslutande mässa, en musikalisk gravkammare som både hedrar kaoset från de tidigare albumen och sluter cirkeln med en ton av ödesmättad frid.


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Black Jazz Metal in Sauna 72 – A Nordic Trilogy

Pt. 1 – Aurora Nocturne
Det första kapitlet. Här föds kaoset i bastuns hetta – mötet mellan jazzens improvisation, black metal-riffens kyla och den rituella transens rytmer. En nattlig svit där mörker och norrsken delar scen.

Pt. 2 – Monoliths of Dissonance
En resa in i industrilandskapets hjärta. Kalla fabriker, uranblänkande torn och maskinrytmer bygger monument av oljud. Strukturerna är hårdare, rytmerna mer brutala – som att spela jazz på kollapsande fabriksväggar.

Pt. 3 – Frozen Cathedrals
Slutkapitlet. Allt fryser till is. Katakomber av klang, sakrala dissonanser och polyrytmisk kyla bildar en sista mässa för en värld på väg att stelna i frost och skugga.

The Frozen Jazz Conspiracy

Melodic progressive metal with a brass jazz infusion

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Red Dust Of Mars