The Bond ft. Radeskiii & Jake Taylor

A tune dragged from the depths of the river.  Wet, bedraggled and ready to kill.

Burning Chrome

Written, performed and produced by Plex Auchta 2015

1974

Dear Death,
It was such a surprise to see you. As I prepared tea and biscuits, I realized I was unprepared to serve them. I ask you to forgive this heart on a sleeve. It cries not for you, but for the passing of my faithful dog, Nana. Please help yourself to as much tea as you like since I know you'll be unable to visit again for quite some time.

Sincerely,
Lisa
P.S. Enclosed is a copy of Emily Post's Apocalyptic Guide to Etiquette, a parting gift. I also sent one to Rick Grimes, but haven't heard whether he has received it or not.

Music, Arrangement and Choir Director: FiveFeetUnder
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Music, Lyrics and Vocals: Faerytale

'Wasting Time...One' photograph: karmafey
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Death, FiveFeetUnder and Faerytale

Tonights feels...

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"JACK HILL"  Johnny Bakerlite 2016

I chanced upon Jack Hill
Up on Wounded Knee
He’d slipped through the door
Of the Ghost Dance Wars
Where Hotchkiss mountain gun
Had done its chore 
300 unarmed Sioux
25 soldiers more
All mowed down 
In 20 minutes
No More
He was there then gone
As if a dream


Jack Hill was no more  
Now cut free from his name
All those frozen hands
Clutching the last Lakota land
From savage business men
Torn up treaty plan
Blown across frosty sand
He was there with every other man
Who’d ever fort in vein


I saw the shadow of Jack hill
Through a dream of foggy rain
He’s walking alone 
Back to his home….
He no longer owns his bones 
He fort the lie
His children bound to cry
When they find out where he’s gone


I dreamed I heard Jack hill
In the wind on Wounded Knee
In the dark of night 
When the moon is right
In the Ghost Dance light
Where there is no sight
Accept for histories truth
That shines a light 
On the brutal might
Of ambitious fools
Who put greed before life
And are numb to the fact
What feels wrong is 
Never right

Saw the face of Jack hill
Up on Wounded Knee
He’d slipped through the door
Of the Ghost Dance War
He’d no longer fight,
That futile cause
His hat and soul
Weren’t his no more
The Ghost Dance cut him free
The Ghost Dance cut him free


"The image of "George Sword"used only out of respect for all those who endured and were lost at Wounded Knee."



"JACK HILL"

Written, performed and produced by Tom Mitchell.

www.mitchellmusic.co.uk

Changeover

Written, performed and produced by Plex Auchta 2016

Smithereens

$ID VICIOU$, Superbrodyaga, Польза, DJ Asket

EAST PLAYAZ - home song (prod. ROLAND JONES)

EAST PLAYAZ - KDTRP++

The serious ambitious of Robot Richard, a self titled stream of consciousness artist, mastering the fluidity of genre bending processors. Portland born, Portland brewed, grunge out hippie, heavy on the old soul funk and a little twist of everything intangible.