Peaceful city slept as usual that night 
When engineers conducted fatal test 
Dark sky lit bright by ionized flashlight 
Cruel blast will lay their souls to rest
 
Faceless authorities gave order to assure 
While firefighters fought the toxic blaze 
There is no need to worry rest assured 
Internal organs liquefied in coming days
 
Human flesh
Was enough to go around
No one knows
How much went underground
 
Residents gathered on the bridge of death 
While hidden enemy attacked their skin 
For most this will dictate their final breath 
Regardless of their moral good or sin
 
Unsure which augmentations they possess 
Some lucky children made it to adulthood
Their city has some tourists to impress
With stories of a glowing underwood

Human flesh
Was enough to go around
No one knows
How much went underground
Human lives
Were dispensable as soap
Reckless lies
Buried all remaining hope

Residents gathered on the bridge of death 
While hidden enemy attacked their skin 
For most this will dictate their final breath 
Regardless of their moral good or sin

Human flesh
Was enough to go around
No one knows
How much went underground
Human lives
Were dispensable as soap
Reckless lies
Buried all remaining hope

Sacrificed the liquidators marched ahead
Bled and burned while the world was hanging by a thread
Giving up their final poisoned breath
Selflessly averting swift and certain death




Lyrics - Vasiliy Dubinin/Matt Tessier
Music, arrangement, mixing and mastering - Sergey Pismerov
Cover art - Andrey Pismerov

Participated in the recording:
Andrés Arcentales - vocals
Ellie Dubinin - vocal harmonies
Sergey Pismerov - guitars/programming/drum recording
Danila Zakharenkov - bass
Andrey Yanochkin - keyboard/sound design

Ghost of 86 (feat. Cold Fuse)

FOLLOW US!

Up Down and Around Cloud Mountain

Nuclear Breath

Guitar driven, 90's inspired hard rock. Brought to you by Cat Box Studios, Metro Detroit area.

Copper

Haven't Seen The Sun

The Thrill

This is a fun, more acoustic-based song I wrote about a week ago! The lyrics are in my vision about a conflict I'm having with a friend, though they are up to interpretation.

It won't be
Intro
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
verse 1:
Help me for a while
save me just in time
have your final wish
count on it you bitch
chorus:
(it won't be, that easy
it won't be, that far) x2

interlude (bass moment)

verse 2:
take a stroll down there
where the lights were
featherly flight
you might see it, you might

verse 3:
we're not enemies
we just don't agree
this life's not my plan
but I'll meet you, I can

chorus:
(it won't be, that easy
it won't be, that far) x2

outro chorus (mix verse + chorus melody)
It won't be (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
that easy (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
It won't be (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
that far (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
x2

It Won't Be

Shit Show - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Released originally in 2019 on Suburban Bicycle Gang's debut album Soft Balls Are Too Hard.

Suburban Bicycle Gang - Cowards Heart

You're All (So Many Things)

A track I wrote and recording back in about 2005. Remixed slightly, but the recording is effectively what it was at the time. It's based on the idea that a restaurant is a great place to break up with someone, It's not.

Feed Me

o After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
o Music is indivisible. The dualism of feeling and thinking must be resolved to a state of unity in which one thinks with the heart and feels with the brain.
o Music is a means of giving form to our inner feelings without attaching them to events or objects in the world. The entire pleasure of music consists in creating illusions, and common sense is the greatest enemy of music appreciation.
o What gives music its universal appeal is the very fact that it is at the same time the most subtle and intangible and the most primitive of all arts…it can make a dog howl and silence a crying baby.
o The trouble with music appreciation in general is that people are taught to have too much respect for music; they should be taught to love it instead.
o Too many people are trying to justify the precision with which organized musical sound is produced rather than the energy with which it is manipulated. By concentrating on precision, one arrives at technique; but by concentrating on technique, one does not arrive at precision.
o Melody is the golden thread running through the maze of tones by which the ear is guided and the heart reached. People compose for many reasons: to become immortal; because the piano happens to be open; because they want to become millionaires; because of the praise of friends; because they have looked into a pair of beautiful eyes; for no reason whatsoever.
o Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one has no time to write down.
o The public today must pay its debt to the great composers of the past by supporting the living creators of the present. All human activity must pass through its period of rise, ripeness, and decline, and music has been, to a certain extent, fortunate in that it is the last of the great arts to suffer this general expense.
o You cannot have critics with standards. You can only have music with standards which critics may observe.
o Time is to the musician what space is to the painter. Psychologists have found that music does things whether you like it or not. Fast tempos invariably raise your pulse, respiration and blood pressure; slow music lowers them.
o Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast, soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. Good musicians execute their music but bad ones murder it. Some musicians take pains with music, others give them. We can look away from pictures but we can’t listen away from sounds.
o It is not necessary to understand music. It is only necessary to enjoy it.
o Of all the arts, music is practiced most. Music is a kind of counting performed by the mind without knowing that it is counting. The hardest thing in the world is to start an orchestra, and the next hardest, to stop it.
o There should be music in every house—except the one next door. The more you love music, the more music you love.
o Hug a musician. They never get to dance.
~Kenneth Gisoms

The Thrill

Troy Feltz