The first album released by Death Trip HaB.
Written and performed by Benjamin Elliott McCormick.
HaB Records.
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The Honest and Beautiful Death Trip

The first album released by Death Trip HaB

Inner Sanctum - It's cold at times, but its mine.

Inner Sanctum

The first album released by Death Trip HaB

Creators - offers an abstract representation of the chaos that exists within a trauma cycle due to the complications of parents and religion. Oh, wait, I mean a human life cycle.

Creators

The first album released by Death Trip HaB

Bloody - It can get messy down eyun dare, better take some clogs.

Bloody

The first album released by Death Trip HaB

Interstellar Transmission - The message that sent me down this path.

Interstellar Tansmission

The First Album released by Death Trip HaB.

Song Description:
Aramids - The design is elusive and its manufacturer is keen. Been daydreaming stupid, bumping into walls - seeing things. Do I make the rules or just reinforce them? Either way... Our lives have an attachment to the land, creatures, and the (extra creature creatures) people. When someone dies it affects entire communities even if you don't notice it on the surface. People bear their burdens in different ways. Those burdens cause other burdens in other people. None of us even realize the number of times we've dishonored our truths by not taking the time to understand why we act the way we do. When any event occurs, your mind records it and eventually has a chance to express itself. If the input is your senses, then the output is the reaction. Think about what you're doing instead of what you think you're doing. When something becomes so regular that you stop asking why it exists as part of your life you gain the classic superpower of complacency. Hop the 4th wall and master your emotions. You can almost always find a better way. You don't have to be a saint but recognize when your heart might need a vibe check, it's no big deal, we all do sometimes.

The fabric that binds the human race together is a strong one formed from empathy and love. It exists in everyone to be decent. Try your best not to dishonor your truth and the blessing of love. Empathy's more like a fucked up curse you have to bear so that you can evolve to the next level of human. I'm not the only one thinking this way right? I'm not sure it matters much to me anyway. Peace.


Aramid fibers, short for aromatic polyamide, are a class of heat-resistant and strong synthetic fibers. They are used in aerospace and military applications, for ballistic-rated body armor fabric and ballistic composites, in marine cordage, marine hull reinforcement, as an asbestos substitute, and in various lightweight consumer items ranging from phone cases to tennis rackets.

Aramids

Dedicated to Mary Ann, Don, Will, and George Patterson.

To Mary who was like a second mother and has now taken a new and unknown form. Rest in Peace.

To Will, George, and Don. I love you guys like a second family. We'll never know just how much another person's orbit affects us, especially in the tragic wake of their loss. Mary will never be forgotten and her love and empathy will be remembered eternally. Expressed through her actions, her family, and her friends; the influence Mary had on the world may never be known to all, but it will affect all. We each help create the memories we use to advance as a species. With memory, comes lessons. With lessons, comes honesty. With honesty comes beauty, and beauty lives inside every last one of us. The beautiful mosaic of life is defined by what we allow into it, and the absolutes that define time as we know it. Every creature is granted a life. Every creature inherits a debt. We all have to pay the price. We'll all be reunited with the peaceful abyss one day. Hopefully, we can still recognize each other on the other side of time. Something tells me we can. Hell, if I had to guess, we've all been riding since the dawn of it.

Orbits

It's a mixture of the light and the dark. The funk and the junk. A hog's leg rolled from green asbestos, some dirt pioneers, eye beemers and Ultra Mk.II. Take a few croaks off the old calf bone and make a dream out of regular life.

We're all in what I've been struggling to come up with words for. It's an honest and beautiful trip with one way out. I hope we can all lend a little empathy so the road doesn't seem so indifferent or cruel. 

Howdy,
My name is Ben, Benji, B, Benny, etc. I'm not classically trained. I learned the power chord sometime around 2007 and just kept twanging. In 2022 I started feeling a sense of boredom surrounding everything not focused on creative outlets. Thus, I started recording and mixing music in May of 2023

Orbits

The Honest & Beautiful Death Trip