It's like lo fi gone lo fi, excellent mood

The impromptu second single for the upcoming ten year anniversary release 'Ten Years More.'

Banjohmin - Vocals, Lyrics
John - Art, Vocals, Music, Mixing, Lyrics

Lyrics:
John
We were told to keep ourselves in
So we threw hands in a bar filled to the fuckin' brim
I'd love to see the look on St. Paddy's face
While we all file into a bar and get fuckin' shitfaced 

We coughed on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We died on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We drank on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We thank St. Paddy on this day of loose liquor

We spread it wide
He spit it into my eyes
We scorched the skies
And razed the aisles
For Corona and limes

Banjohmin
Biding its time, for the DNA rhyme 
Coronavirus, saint Paddy’s papyrus 
Unfolded at the Saint Pat's day parade 
It’s gonna be a good one mankind going out in a blaze 
Of Guinness, bear witness, it’s the end of days!  
The snakes shall return, the shamrocks shall burn, 
The trees will all fall, and the ancestors decry 
Unless the folk offer up their unending piety.
The pirates man the ships, 
The fairgoers get pissed,  
Death lives on the meeting of infected lips!

We coughed on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We died on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We drank on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We thank St. Paddy on this day of loose liquor

The St. Paddy's Day Massacre

HQ free download :
https://liontrail.bandcamp.com/track/the-cave-where-spirits-hide

Inspired from Transmetropolitan and Plato's cave, I came to the conclusion of combining heavy riffs and hardcore punk.
lyrics
Dying streets smell of living corpses,
what will make you see beyond those lights?
The lights and flashes hide the rash that's
creeping to our nerves, tearing us apart.


You believe whatever, all these god damned;
useless lies, they are the news
and the truth is obsolete.
You believe whatever, all these god damned;
journalistic crap,
they're nothing, but merely entertainment.


words of rhetoric over guts and nature, just tell me
what will make you see beyond those lights?
the lights that blind us, from the darkest layers
of ourselves, of our hearts.

You believe whatever, all these god damned;
useless lies, they are the news
and the truth is obsolete.
You believe whatever, all these god damned;
journalistic crap,
they're nothing, but merely entertainment.


you are just hiding in your cave, want to be 'nice'
and all our virtues, you sacrifice.
hiding in your cave, all to be 'nice'
and all that we are, you sacrifice.

The Cave (Where Spirits Hide) [Demo]

Don't utter fruitless vows.

Bandcamp: https://vaxio.bandcamp.com/track/fruitless-vows
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odlyBhn4fyQ&feature=youtu.be

lyrics:
dissect me, rob me of my will
cut into my wounds, dont let them heal
leave the marks be, see where they guide me
sides clashing, internal fighting

lash out on the nested minds
no discourse to find
proud of inhumanity
everything into vanity

waste
waste
waste
all neboulous space
waste
waste
waste
dark matter, no escape

dozen of thoughts to think about
saturate your receptors
and utter fruitless vows
fruitless vows

take what i need
see how long you bleed
till the crust builds
and the skins meet

inflicted pain
but it was in vain

Fruitless Vows

nosebleed

A half-improvised piano piece. You can watch a video I made for it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRsw41BS5n0

Piano 1 - Demo

The second single 'Double the Body V: Escape the Body.' which can be downloaded for free here:
https://slavebeaverrevolt.bandcamp.com/album/escape-the-body

John - Art, Vocals, Lyrics, Music, Mixing

Lyrics:
I see water 
Lapping upon the heels
Of a body hung in trees
Stretching out to God

I see flowers
Scattered before the dawn
Rotting under decay
Burrowing underneath

I see plastic
Wound around the pallid skin
Of a faded memory
Clawing at the door

I see flies
Hung upon the bloated corpse
Of a figure 
Drowned in regret

If they lost their hope
Then what hope have we?

I see mist
Condensed upon remains
Stained
Where they chose to pass
And lay down dead

I see morning
Leaving the trees wanting
Waining
Where we lost ourselves
As the sun swings high

If they lost their hope
Then what hope have we?

I See Plastic

room clearing

early morning hallucination

Covalent

one curtain drawn

Lead single from my upcoming EP, 2020-1.

crack the sky
it comes from on high
when the blast range hits
you can see it for miles

a desolate zone
no place to call home
so thank you Uncle Sam
for the country we roam

clean it all up
clean it all up
clean it all up
clean it all up

don't give a fuck
don't give a fuck
don't give a fuck
don't give a fuck

clean it all up
clean it all up

don't give a fuck about politicians that suck or when the shooter says duck so just tell me what's up

just tell me what's up

crack the ground
'til there isn't a sound
when the sun arises
you will never be found

crack the sky
it comes from on high
when the blast range hits
you can see it for miles

a desolate zone
no place to call home
so thank you Uncle Sam
for the country we roam

clean it all up
clean it all up
clean it all up
clean it all up

come alive and lead the way
right your wrongs and win the day
fight until your bones are bare
fight until your bones are bare
fight until your bones are bare
fight until your bones are bare

room clearing

senshi

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