Produced by Gavin Wiltshire at The Sound Cafe, Penicuik. As part of One Step Beyond with Lamp House Music. One of 3 tracks recorded.
Lyrics: In The Whispers of the Wind My Soul Lies Bruised and Pinned, 
            Screaming Through the Swishes of Club Swings,
            Buried Beneath the Bunker the Sands of Time no Longer, 
            Encrust Themselves upon My Crippled Wings.
            
 For You See Beyond the Boundary Zone By Hole Thirteen where its Overgrown, the Sand Plays Tricks but there is a Moan, A Cold Breeze Whistles Down A PILE OF QUIET BONES
         
            Housed in Dampened Clay Mere Inches from where Good Folks Play, an Uncomfortable few Throw quick Glances my Way, For I was Stabbed in the Back by a Kitchen Knife who Told me there would be no funeral fifes, Murdered by a rich man who would not Pay.

          Chorus

          By The end of The Year, Old Stories and Flat beer, Those Birdies would not save me, Silenced by Fear My fate is severe, Haunting Overpars for all Eternity.

         Chorus

A Pile of Quiet Bones

JUDGEMENT DAY

This one is dedicated to the undertaker, the worlds greatest wrestler. he knows how to Accessorise black vests so well.

BLEEDING BLACK

We're Here to Save Rock N Roll. Or Destroy It.

The Tesla Coils