The world through the eyes of one who wears synthetic pants. Or whose refusal to wear them is absolute. But not one who's conflicted on the matter.

Admiral Krank- rhythm guitar, lead guitar, random inoffensive noises 
Vice Commandant Dubois- synth, bass, guitar
Mo Sheen- drums

Composed by Admiral Krank 

Fish Gut Hot Dogs (Regular Fish Guts)

We all have that one friend who thinks they`re too good to put the bins out.  A little reminder not to forget where you came from.

When the Grey Sea Turned Blue

When The Grey Sea Turned Blue

bandcamp

Sugar Rush

TRIIB - Wet Moon Invocation

Composed and performed by Admiral Krank. Drums by Mo Sheen.

If you have never tried overloading the input on a direct in (and turning down the output of course), and turning the tremolo way up, get ready to live. 

Copyright © 2020. All Rights Reversed. Now why don't you go on and leave me alone. 

In The Denbury Galaxy

Driftwood

one ninety nine

Lions Route Re-Solution: Orient Soul

Lila 2

Boson Spin - Ventarmas

“Dear Tom”

How’s the retirement, Tom?
Why now so quiet, dear Tom?
You’ve a cozy, small place here
Where a man could disappear
	Is that what you’re doing, Tom?

Do you get visitors,
Or only the odd, lost bird?
Friends are a blessing,
But even friendship’s passing.
	Do you have friends, dear Tom?

Where’re your pictures?
Don’t you have children?
Well, didn’t you marry?
Man, you’re just like a pilgrim!
Searching your life
Through the flowers and barbs,
Searchin’ alone under your very own star!

Did you get lonely?
What did you do then?
Did you have family?
Well, why didn’t you call them?
I’m sure they’d have loved
To hear from their uncle—
A family together
Lends old age a pleasure!

Listen’t’me blather, Tom,
I don’t mean to nag ya’, dear Tom.
The truth’s I admire you
And all that you’ve lived through.
	You’ve lived quite a life, dear old Tom

How did you do it, Tom?
What were you trying to prove?
Seventy years
And six careers
	I can understand why you’re so tired...


From a cop to an actor,
From a ref to a coach,
Have you ever considered
All the lives that you’ve touched?
Don’t be so modest
I speak from experience
An honest man like you makes a difference!

I should be going
It’s nearly past sundown
But I’ll visit again
Next time I am in town
Never you doubt it
I will return soon
As sure as I draw breath
And you lie in this tomb...

I won’t forget you...won’t forget you...won’t forget...

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy
Mastered by Spencer Martin

Dear Tom

All tracks composed, performed and manipulated by Charles D. Ward.
recorded at Studio KWK 
Contact: kwkstudio@gmx.de
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