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Set me free - Kristopher Bolin

Funny Looking Flowers

Uneasy (2024 Master)

Uneasy

Stare at a half-frozen lake for two weeks waiting on snow, and this is what happens

Lakeside Loony

This song was written while I was going through cancer treatments. It's a song about my faith and the love of my spouse who I leaned on every day.

Your Love's Gotta Hold On Me

Demo of new material for next album..."The Cure"

You are the disorder. You are the disease.
Poisoning the atmosphere, polluting the seas.
Contaminating everything, a slave to your greed.
You are the infection, and we are the cure.
We are the cure. Yes, we are the cure.

You are corruption. You are a plague.
A cancer, a tumour: a toxin, a phage 
A pestilence run riot - mindless in its rage
You are the infection, and we are the cure.
We are the cure. Yes, we are the cure

We are the cure. We are the cure.
We are the cure. We are the cure.
We are the cure.


The Cure

Through shadows, she slips
Silk-footed and sly
An echo in mist
A star in dawn's sky

She comes when the ink has dried
In the cracked spine of a book I've tried
Bursts in at midnight's toll
A wild thing, half of my soul

Not when I call her, no, not when I seek
Not when I stand on the mountain peak
But slithering in on spider's thread
Just when my fire's nearly dead

Oh, the Muse, the Muse, impatient, fierce
With thorny crown and eyes that pierce
Slicing through a fog of doubt
Leaves as fast as she came about

I sit, and I stare, at parchment and ink
Drag my hands through hours that sink
Watch as shadows coil and creep
But she waits till I fall asleep

To outsiders she's instant, a flash, a spark
But I bled for the flame in the dark
While they see fire in a flash of light
I see the matches scraped at night

Oh, the taste of silver on the tongue
The brush of words unsung
Fickle as the owl's first call
She'll leave me here-dust, after all

Oh, the Muse, the Muse, impatient, fierce
With thorny crown and eyes that pierce
Sweeping in with words that spin
Then leaves me cold in the night's thin skin

Tide pulls in, tide slips away
Hours fade, no spark, just clay
Then she's back, all fire and flash
Throwing my world into wild, raw clash

I dance when she dances, I burn when she pleases
But she slips through my fingers, a ghost on the breezes
Not in the daylight, not when I'm ready
Just when my hands are soft and unsteady

Oh, the Muse, the Muse, come and go
With fire and ice and undertow
While others dream she's one quick breath
I know her face-a dance with death

She fades, she fades
A shadow in lace
The work remains
But gone is her trace

The Impatient Muse

Abandoned souls, Circles of light,
I guide myself through the afterlife.
I know inner sections, forever and more.
I know intersections and forever and more.
Forever bitterness. The bitter taste tonight,
Simultaneously, the life in contempt to realise.
Save me tonight, Give back my dreams,
I hold the life that I want to begin.
I guide my soul forever and more.
Hide, is all condemptions in destiny, your soul,
Going around like a circle.

Precious souls.
Humanity.
Where we are into,
That's the part of destiny.

I find my light of destiny. Desiring in my humanity.
I guide my soul. The frequency of light.

I complete the love for, and take in, my own angel in me.
So desperately I guide my soul.
I want to reach the target of all love,
Believing in only me. Save me for myself.
I want to reach humanity.

When our lovers everywhere.
We are part of it in the night where there wants to be the chosen who manned life.

The Frequency of Light

Fully remixed album (from March 2024 demos) updated with live drums by Martyn James. Contains midlife reflections on many things, belated bouts of outrage and billions of backing vocals.

Say it now

“The world is becoming increasingly unstable. We wanted to reflect on this in the context of protest songs from the past and how they’re seen in the 21st century. Modern oligarchs condemn Flower Power, peace and environmental movements, and human rights protesters, for the troubles of the world. But it’s actually these despots’ own lies and greed which are to blame for what’s happening in the world right now.”  - Richard Pierce

"It's a travesty that songs like this still need to be written, if only we could sing about love, peace and happiness whilst living in a world of love , peace and happiness, where everyone treats everyone else as an equal and with kindness, love and compassion, but in Richard's words: this is something yet to be seen..." - Marina Florance

were they really golden years
as we drifted through our joy
what ever happened to our smiles
the peace we took for granted

not because the past was best
or that the grass was greener then
it's because what we really need
Is something yet to be seen

don't blame the flowers,
don't blame the girls,
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
he marched away without goodbyes
don't blame him for your lies

we didn't see the warning signs
as we held our eyes closed
the bombs, the blood,
the loss of meaning,
the hate, the deaths, the grieving

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
they marched away without goodbyes
don't blame them for your lies

we did not see the warning signs
as we held our eyes closed
the bombs, the blood,
the loss of meaning,
the hate, the deaths,
the grieving

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
they marched away without goodbyes
don't blame them for your lies

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
we marched away without goodbyes
don't blame us for your lies
don't blame us for your lies

not because the past was best
or that the grass was greener then
it's because what we really need
is something yet to be seen

Credits
Words: Richard Pierce
Music: Marina Florance
Spoken word: Richard Pierce and Marina Florance
Vocals: Anna Bass, Ray Taylor, Marina Florance
Guitar: Ray Taylor
Instrumentation: Marina Florance
Recording/Mixing/Production: Marina Florance
Mastered by: Tonalex


without goodbyes

This is a bit of a change from my last happy song , it's a tad sobering ! It's not an anti war song by any means , I know they do have to happen from time to time to when tyrants are involved , sometimes we have no choice and have to rid the world of a monster . But it's always a sad state of affairs and this song reflects that , I do hope you like it though ! On a happier note , me and Kim have a cracking song out on the 21st , and after that are two belting songs , one a tongue in cheek rocker with Axel Menningen , and a huge song with Gaz Brownie . Thanking all you guys and gals for the continued support . Remember me and Charlotte have an album out , give it a whirl if you get chance !
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

The Weight of War

Eleanor

There’s a promise in the day’s early light, the possibility felt in the morning. Excerpts, is about pouring all your thoughts into one place, making sense of the fullness in your mind. It’s the spaciousness we crave and the clarity that comes with writing them down.

Excerpts

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"Fall to the Inferno" is a raw descent into the burning heart of inner collapse.
Produced by EileenNoise, this track blends grunge grit with haunting melody.
With Sophie Ellison on vocals and guitar, her voice bleeds emotion — fierce, broken, unforgettable.

Distorted guitars, infernal imagery, and lyrics like ash on skin:
for those who’ve touched the darkness… and stayed a while.

🎧 Turn it up. Feel the fall.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie 

You can hear other works with her here;)
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

[Verse]
I climbed the ladder it burned my hands
Ashes rained like a blackened sand
The air was thick it cut my throat
Choking on the fire that hope once wrote

[Chorus]
Fall fall to the inferno
No escape no tomorrow
Fall fall to the inferno
Where the flames swallow sorrow

[Verse 2]
The ground it split a molten grin
Pulled me down to the depths within
Screams like echoes in a broken shell
Heaven slammed its door welcome to hell

[Prechorus]
The shadows laughed they know my name
No one left to share the blame

[Chorus]
Fall fall to the inferno
No escape no tomorrow
Fall fall to the inferno
Where the flames swallow sorrow

[Bridge]
Red rivers run where dreams decay
Time melts like wax drips away
The devil hums a lullaby
And I can't scream I can't cry

Fall to the inferno

I lean over that old wishing well
moss-cold stone beneath my palm
whispering into its watery hush:
Please... show me how to burn bright in ash
I plead. I argue. I gasp. I hurl coins
they clink down unseen shafts
the well returns only cavernous void

"Dear Applicant
Thank you for your submission. 
After thorough consideration, 
we find it does not align with our needs. 
We welcome future inquiries"

That "we find"-a pebble skipped at my core
rippling doubt in widening circles
I press my ear to slick brick
straining for the promise it never breathed

I bend to that moss--rimmed stone
Pour trembling words:
I love you more than my anything
More than life
More than math
More than the falling snow on Christmas Eve
Coins of my soul dropped in
they sink into silent depths

"Dear Honey
I cherish your warmth
But I can't return it
It's not you, it's me"

I kneel again at that moss-rimmed mouth
voice trembling as I pour every fractured refrain:
This is my confession, 
my code, my blood in sound
take it, well, and let me rise
I belt each line like a prayer
spill my marrow into shadowed depths
then wait for the echo's promise

"Dear Bard,
We acknowledge receipt of your composition. 
Regrettably, it falls outside our scope. 
We wish you success elsewhere."

Well?

PREY REWORK

COVER SONG

This is part of a live jam session held at my house on February 7, 2016. Super Bowl Sunday!

Larry Ponczek - Lead Guitar
Joe Storino - Vocal & Bass -
Joe DeBrizzio - Rhythm Guitar -
Ron Snyder - Guitar -

Black Magic Woman - Santana (Peter Green) COVER - Ponczek/Storino/DeBrizzio/Snyder - LIVE

DO NOT MESSAGE US ABOUT PROMOTIONS FOR ANY STREAMING PLATFORM. WE ARE NOT INTERESTED.

The Eyes of Heisenberg - 
Scott Richards and Florinela Bocsa
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If you want homogeneous, happy-clappy, hip-hop rappy, middle of the road crappy, auto-tuned Muzak, you're in the wrong place. We play what we like, and we like what we play.
No compromise, no surrender.
Take it or leave it.

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