There Is Nothing

Hank Rusch goes for the throat with this stripped down raucous rocker about a fugitive from injustice called The Innocent.  Hank creates a raw precision with his spare but loud use of only drums, bass, guitar. Sweet but grinding like frosting on a cake with a file inside Hank give us just desserts with his slide guitar work. Hank's voice brings an authentic dimension to the song as he recounts the first person story of a man wrongly convicted, escaped, on the run.  Hank's screaming falsetto in tandem with his high slide guitar ends the song like a war cry... as if to say, Today is a good day to die, but I will fight for one more.

The Innocent
I went down to the River
I saw somethin' no one ever should see
The law did somethin' bad
They pinned it all on me

On my way to Leavenworth
the train it left the tracks
Everybody broke their backs
But I walked out without a scratch

So they put me in Joliet
on a back to back 30 stretch
But me and a road dog found a way
to put a hole in the fence

We ran and ran in our prison stripes
til' we found a old garage
We put on mechanics uniforms
and hot wired the owner's Dodge

We put some miles between Joliet
We drove without the lights
I wished the darkness would never end
It started gettin' light

They caught my partner and they made the Dodge
he went down in a blaze of bullets
I watched it all from the café
as I stuffed my hungry gullet

I slipped out of town on a mail truck
your letters might be a little late
'cause they shot it full of lead
I crawled into a sewer grate

I met a woman in St. Paul
She liked me and she took me in
She believed I was innocent
as long as I gave her good lovin'

But I saw her sittin' in a G man's car
I could tell from the government plates
They had the goods on her for somethin' else
She gave me up and turned states

I've been runnin' for five year now
I've used every alias
What I saw the law do that night
they'd hang if I was to witness

Listen to my story
I got to tell it before I'm gone
I swear to you I'm the innocent
There's more where I came from

I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul
I'm The Innocent, I'm The innocent
Don't try to give me your back door parole
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent,
If I stop runnin' I'll never get old
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul

The Innocent

Little upbeat track I made that reminds me of the 90's rock days

Blame

Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

Horror Vacui

Someday I'll Fly Away

FunKey

Makin my connection

Here I try to illustrate musically the synthesis and harmony which is the message of the Temperance card.

14. Temperance

Santa’s boots are stuck again

Fancy (you made me sell my scoot)

Maybe You Were Right

North Georgia's Sonic Dreamer
Born amidst the melodies whispering through the Northwest Georgia hills, music flows naturally for The Steven Timothy Patrick Band. Picking up the guitar at a young age, spending years crafting a sound that traverses the spectrum of dreams – from soft rock's gentle sway to the intricate tapestries of progressive rock.
This music pulsates with the dynamic interplay of drums, bass, keyboards, and guitar. It's a sound both intimate and expansive, reflecting the vast landscapes that inspire me.
Influences have ranged from the soulful rock of Pink Floyd to the timeless Americana of The Eagles. Years of playing guitar live with worship bands have instilled a deep passion for weaving meaningful messages into my music. This foundation is further enriched by the improvisational spirit of Jazz and the infectious grooves of Reggae.