Name: On Foil by Rhode Island Ave.
Duration: 3 min 9 s
Description: This instrumental piece reflects the impressions of the exciting moment when I first made it to ride on a foil board.

Dedicated to my sweet little daughter who loves bubble tea.

Bubble Tea

City Of Illusions Preview

https://JakeWilliamCapistran.bandcamp.com/

released 02.02.2016

Written and recorded by Jake William Capistran 

Recorded, mixed, and co-produced by Sam Larson: 
www.sam-larson.com 

Mastered by Chris Vita: 
www.vitamastering.com 

Photo by Melanie Duault

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Lay me down so I can sleep 
My heart is full, my knees are weak 
Though we were drunk and howling 
We found ourselves a little peace 
In the night 

Oh no 
We're all goners 
White snow 
Black water 

Hold my head inside your hands 
Tell me how much fun you had 
You ain't much for making plans 
I'm finding out that ain't so bad 

Put a smile on people, we've made it home safe 
As I slowly fall asleep there's still so much I want to say 
I will rest so peacefully, tomorrow's on its way 
I'm content and I am grateful to be one in this place 
In this chaos in this madness we've made ourselves a home 
I get carried away quickly but it seems I'm not alone 
In the evening we were floating we were drifting with the snow 
I'll soon be dreaming of that feeling, too soon I'll let it go 

Wake me up so I can see (oh no) 
The path we carved throughout the streets (we're all goners) 
Though we were lost an wandering (white snow) 
We found ourselves a little peace (black water) 
In the night 

Let me hold onto your hands (okay) 
And tell you how it is I know (alright) 
That things will never go as planned (long days) 
And that's how they're supposed o go (goodnight) 

Put a smile on people, we've made it home safe 
As I slowly fall asleep there's still so much I want to say 
I will rest so peacefully, tomorrow's on its way 
I'm content and I am grateful to be one in this place 
In this chaos in this madness we've made ourselves a home 
I get carried away quickly but it seems I'm not alone 
In the evening I was floating I was drifting with the snow 
I'll soon be dreaming of that feeling, too soon I'll let it go 

We're all goners!

-- 
Inspired by snowy, drunken nights in Boston, MA 

Goners

Written by Bluebird
Guitars: Bluebird
Vocals: Bluebird
Drums, Keys and Bass: Richard Brown
Produced by Richard Brown

Numb

Written, performed and produced by Luna Neptune
Recorded at Gunfactory Studios by Tom McFall

It was a wet and cold night when Captain McGlashan brought his men, through the driving rain to Stegh Beagh. There they found the crone in her hovel on the hill, with ravens standing by with gleaming eye. McGlashan asked Old Christine to end the wicked gale. She called for the water pail for their fishing boat and said

“The price is 6 pence for the wind to get you home to Cromarty,
6 pence for the wind, do you agree?
And it’ll be a fine, fair breeze with the morn,
It’ll be a kinder wind to take you home.”

So the crew brought the pail and she trussed it up with sacred herbs and bade them not disturb the spell she cast, until every member of the crew was set safe upon homes shore, and not a moment before or the storm would return. With they woke with the dawn, they found a clear and pleasant morn, and set their fishing boat upon the firth.

But at the gloaming they rolled into the bay, and with it their resolve washed away. For they spied the kirks spire from the deck, and feared the preacher would send them down to Old Nick, for consorting with wind witches like Old Christine. So they threw the pail in to the wake, and watched the herbs float away. And the clouds started gathering, and the the wind started howling, and the waves started crashing, and the rain started driving them away.

And at dawns early light, they saw they were crashed upon the rocks, and they looked out at an unfamiliar shore. And there sitting on a rock, with a rye wicked smile, was Old Christine herself. And she said

“What brought ye back so soon lads? It’ll be a long walk home for you now lads.”

So if you treat with wind witches, follow their instructions to the tee, or end up on bended knee.

Six Penny Witch (Old Christine)

The Ten O' Clock Song
Music composed, played and recorded by molitgeri
All Rights Reserved

The Ten O Clock Song

Fat Thumb

HOLY IS (THE LAMB) 

HOLY IS, THE LAMB WHO CAME TO EARTH, HOLY IS THE SON OF MAN AND ALL HIS WORDS
THERE WOULD BE NO WAY TO HIM, HAD HE NOT TAKEN ALL OUR SIN
THE FATHER PUT IT ALL ON HIM, THEN HE DIED
SO WE COULD LIVE.

HOLY IS YAHWEH AND WHO HE WAS, AND WHO HE IS AND WHO HE ALWAYS WILL BE
THE FATHER LOVED THE WORLD SO MUCH, HE SACRIFICED HIS ONLY SON, SO WE WOULD NOT BE FORSAKEN
AND SO HE CAME, THAT WE MIGHT LIVE.

OPEN UP YOUR EYES OUR SAVIOR NEVER REALLY DIED, HE LIVES!
AND WHEN HE SHED HIS BLOOD THAT RAN FROM HIM INTO THE MUD IT’S THERE HE HAD THE BATTLE WON.

HOLY IS THE SPIRIT OF GOD, HE LEFT IT HERE SO THAT WE WOULD KNOW HIS LOVE.
THERE WOULD BE NO LIGHT TO SEE AND THERE WOULD BE NO LIFE IN ME.
I OFTEN WONDER WHERE WE’D BE SO ITS HERE TO SET US FREE
(REPEAT BRIDGE)
(REPEAT 1ST VERSE)
OUTRO… Just want to be with you, Maranatha!, You are Holy, Holy!

Holy Is (The Lamb)

Lyrics: Fabio P.
Music: Bob Varo
Production, Mixing & Mastering: Bob Varo

XVII

Defiant. This is that year. Pain and loss are building a new army of music. You'll hear it.
Track 2 preview of the upcoming album Double Down.
visit coletteoconnor.net for more info.

Recorded in HIFI by Ultrasound Recording Studios, Hanover, MA. by the Omnipotent Wizard, Joe Clapp.

Put Another Nail In

This instrumental piece reflects the impressions of the exciting moment when I first made it to ride on a foil board.

On Foil

Rhode Island Ave.

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