The Garden - "Slice Em"

puzzle - one hundred geese (feat. slater)

Enjoy - Save My Soul, Not My Ship

All credits to original author Fletcher Shears aka Puzzle

Puzzle - I Still Don’t Know Where Everything Went

Turkey - Pipe Dream

StillnessTheory is a blues-infused, hipster-rooted acoustic rock band that blends raw soul with modern groove. Built around the earthy tones of harmonica, acoustic guitar, bass, and stripped-down drums, their sound is equal parts front-porch honesty and backroom swagger. It’s music for long drives, late nights, and slow-burning revelations.

The vocals drip with warmth and grit, Stillness Theory crafts songs that feel lived-in—stories told through smoky melodies and rhythmic ease. Their harmonica lines cut through like memory, while the acoustic guitar lays down a steady pulse that’s both intimate and expansive. Bass and drums keep it grounded, but never rigid—always loose enough to breathe.

Drawing inspiration from vintage blues, indie folk, and the mellow side of psychedelia, Stillness Theory doesn’t chase trends. They chase feeling. Whether it’s a love lost in the haze or a moment of clarity in the chaos, their music invites listeners to lean back, light up, and let go.

Seaglass on the Seashore

Fields of bones beneath the grain,
Ghosts still work the southern chain.
Smoke from cities, blood in rain,
Dollar signs tattooed with pain.

Bright clean flag waves above the barn,
Dreams embalmed in the graveyard.
Gold runs slick down the preacher’s sleeve,
Truth’s a wound you can’t believe.

American Maggot — chew and grow,
On the body you don’t know.
The light went some wars ago,
But the TV swears it’s a morning show.

American Maggot — hum that hymn,
Of rust and oil and seraphim.
You wear the crown, the rot, the sin,
And call it a resurrection.

Steel and shadow, glass and gun,
Children coughing in the sun.
ICE vans crawl where the workers run,
Freedom limps — the laws undone.

Church bells ring, don’t cure all,
All the empires learn to fall.
Blessed are these blind and numb,
Who burn the Earth for their kingdom come.

American Maggot — creep and feed,
On every broken prayer and creed.
The scar’s the only vote you need,
Waving on as the country bleeds.

Somewhere under Wall Street’s floor,
History whispers, “Never more.”
The gangrene won’t heal, it just keeps score —
While the Maggot eats the core.

Puzzle - I Still Don’t Know Where Everything Went

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