A brilliant original piece by Wildsilences with my additions.

https://soundcloud.com/wildsilencez

Shadowrunner

"so i let it all fall, 
things that make the 
darkness numb,
make the night ache, 
cross the road
to where they smoke a grace, 
glowing faces from another place, 
‘chase away these goblins  
with their pink punk haircuts,’
she mumbles as she
lets them fall – glass marbles
to entice,  
roll the dice...

do not let the silence
label
me
a ruthless, masked intruder,
shadows radiate from my black
bones, but i’m not a thief,
just a hunter
for a fragile mind,
leave the bait and i will take it,
i can break it, make the past
hollow
so i follow 
the punk girl home

as she skip-
skips
to the sound
of her own heartbeat,
feet brush-
crush the surface
of the cold hard street,
she smiles as i pretend
i’m just a silly little dream..."

Shadowrunner (Wildsilences Feat. Telefan)

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – Initial composition/seed idea, foundational acoustic and electric guitars, distorted electric guitar
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – vocals, lyrics, high organ, toy piano, percussion, sound effects, production, editing, mix
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– 5-string banjo solo, electric rhythm guitar
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- low organ, piano, synth flute, sound effects
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass
Composition – The Eclectic Collective

This song began as a haunting guitar chord progression that Tez came up with and shared with the rest of us. He also did an additional accoustic accompaniment and that crunchy distorted guitar once some of us started adding parts. Ken was first up, adding his reggae-tinged drums, then later his pots and pans percussion. As he was doing that, Josh was coming up with his bass line, and they did their little dance of back and forth until the rhythm section was set. Mark then came up with some dark lyrics and added his unique, Tom Waitsian vocals. He also added the high organ during the banjo solo, followed by a toy piano which you can faintly hear right after the solo. Also for the solo he created a clanky percussion arrangement, blending in elements from Ken's percussion sound too. Stephen followed shortly after with the atmospheric reggae-style guitar chords, and also came up with the amazing banjo solo you hear around the middle. Last, but not least, JJ came in with his trademark organ sound and paired up a piano and flute track to seal the deal with some melodic ambience. Then he and Mark added the cool creaking door & rain storm effects that open and close the song, and in other spots. Mark filled the main production duties on this one. He has proved himself to be a masterful editor, producer, and mixer, and we are lucky to have him as part of the team. Both Ken & Stephen provided a choice of mastering options to choose from… a nice gesture to put a bow on this one. 
This song is an homage of sorts to the great Tom Waits - we're all big fans, and tried to do something in his unique style. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
 
ORIGINAL LYRICS BY MISTERMARK:

I got something hidden in my closet 
that I don’t want you to see 
a little like a shady deposit
and it’s bound to incriminate me

Well now some might call it a skeleton 
like a raincoat filled with bones
see I been hangin’ it there since I don’t know when
and I just can’t leave it alone

Me and Bill rolling bones in a gambling hall 
I threw snake eyes but Bill counted three
I took his accusation just a little too far 
then everybody went quiet as they stared at me

Now the finger bone’s connected to the trigger
and the hand bone’s connected to me
and every day my secret’s gettin’ bigger
soon enough I’ll be swinging from a tree

Coz I got something hidden in my closet 
that I don’t want you to see 
I done made a shady deposit
and it’s bound to incriminate me

Well now some might call it a skeleton 
like a raincoat filled with bones
see I been hiding it there since I don’t know when
and I just can’t leave it alone
(repeat)

Bones (The Eclectic Collective)

Zedoblivion

What could it be...
about me that brings out the mean 
the cruel and the labeling... is it the way I walk the way I talk 
the way I'm lookin' far away
 ...when I'm lookin right at you cause, man... 
I'm just passin through if I can... 
if you'll step aside I'll call my ride hope U can suspend it so I pass by unmolested and babe, I'll be gone in seconds 
O yea but now I see the ball and chain on me 
right below my knee and could U please... 
tell me what it is that brings the mean shot down so hard...
I've been cratering don't care for my hip slung walk 
givin me the eye...when I start to talk 
and I imagine when I'm lookin at U 
trynna stay true babe trynna stay true cause...
I'm just passin through 
and I grew weary of the voices the doors once open...shut 
been a long time comin since I had a loving touch 
and if you'll just step aside 
I'll call up my ride and U go on intending cause babe...
I can be gone in seconds

Be_Gone_In_Seconds

I've been down on my luck...got so bad
it was surely lookin like
I was due for a fittin
get it done in one sittin
yea...size me up for a toe-tag
and all I got to do is...
lie still in this body bag
...but then I noticed
the change startin at my feet
cause baby
I was livin in a two-tone black and white bone...cause I couldn't afford the color
but the joke in the scam
is not what color I am...but the tone to the bone
got me at their command
O  ah-ye...code change baby
get better pay in the house than the field
O yea
well cause we all know
that ur blu in the fold
but that's because it's for show...
and ur bro's...can't wait to define U
yea yea-ye
to decline U
O and the croco-dilly tears
are shed like their fears
making mud puddles with their dirty ideas
O yea
and I've been down on my luck
got so bad...it was surely lookin like I was due for a fittin
get it done in one sittin
size me up for a toe-tag
and lay me to rest
in the black body bag 

cover art: Pierre Simone

Black Body Bag

Take me to the Boardwalk
where the sands drift off
and the gin is dry
we'll stand beside the open mic...
(unplugged) so no one cries
and the juke box is a painting
 and the DJ's just a vibe
yea...it's a radio station...plays all day
from the other side
yea
lower the lights and the disco ball
cause we're goin' all night
in a single pub crawl
O
and when we close our eyes to pick up the beat
the floor pulsatin' under our feet
O yea
Take me to the Boardwalk
where the sands drift off
and the gin is dry
we'll stand beside the open mic...
(unplugged) so no one cries
and the juke box is a painting
 and the DJ's just a vibe
yea...cause it's a radio station...plays all day
from the other side
O yea
clear the floor if U ain't the host
cause the next two songs
are to raise the Ghost
yea..c'mon now
gonna shimmie shimmie shake shake
shimmie shimmie wraith wraith
O yea

Coverart: Jean-Michel Basquiat

Single Pub Crawl

Anastasiia Erslavas:cover Art

 I've got my finger on the light switch
turn it on...turn it off...turn it on
O oh O...yea baby...turn it off
can U tell me why ur so gorgeous...with the lights off
but when I turn it back on...all that honey
is gone
and it feels like I'm suckin lips with a mummy
whoa O
and how can I ignore the silent movie
flickin past the frames to come alive
yea the distortions ur performing
like a black box warning
cool to have it flashin
forget it til I'm crashin
O what's the price for ur ol fashion
yea and
I've got my finger on the light switch
turn it on...turn it off...turn it on
O oh O...yea baby...turn it off
and I fear that I've grown hungry
with my finger poised to strike
but I can't tell if that's my demon or my tummy
O
feels like I'm suckin lips with a mummy

Lips On A Mummy

I have a secret and I mean to keep it
but the things that escape my keep
the stuff of legend upon which I feast
comes a-crawlin from the ooze
the prim-a-ordial soup o'fools
and there exists no order tough enuf
to kill the beasts from the crazy world of 
stone dissention overrun my attention
flee the scene
yea...so obscene these brutes
yea
I have a secret and I mean to keep it
for in my burden basket I've kept a version
that's quite drastic
yea oooo Oh
and baby - comes a-crawlin from the ooze
the prim-a-ordial soup o' fools
yea...and I can run
U can hide
but there ain't no returnin to that life behind the curtain
and if there's one thing I've been a-learnin
it feels so good to let it go
yea Oh O
cause those things that escape my keep
the stuff of legends upon which we feast
comes a-crawlin up from that ooze
the prim-a-ordial soup O'fools

cover art: Aaron Kraten

Soup O Fools

O woe is me...can't U see
for my love is in possession 
gone way past oppression
and now he's drivin me crazy
cause he's gone...dead pan in his delivery
and man,...
that boy ain't funny
but he thinks he is
and O wow...Holy kow
must be one helluva grievance
to go on this way
yea
Imma need to tap out...lord
I need relief
cause this boy sure is mad
and I can't account for this grief
yea and he's fixin his thousand yard stare
and he's grindin his teeth
and man...that boy sure ain't funny
but he thinks he is
and O wow Holy kow
must be some other reason
to go on this way
yea
and Imma need to tap out
cause I need relief
and this boy sure is mad and he's driving me crazy
and its so sad
and I can't account for this grief
O Oyea so sad
and O O wow Holy kow

cover art: Margania Howard

O Wow Holy Kow

O Oh yeah
like the suits that we bought
at an old thrift shop...
oversized in the wrong spots...but it don't matter
how ill the fit...gotta get over it...
smack my head with the palm of my hand
stomp out the sleep from my limbs
strap on a smile with an old leather belt
left dryin in the wind
O yea
U seem a lil taller...standin up straight
in ur cos-play state
O yea...and can U see the irony
the emptiness of that plate
O pass it around...like a hat
cause baby...you'll be a-wearin that
O Oh yeah
like the suits that we bought
at an old thrift shop...
oversized in the wrong spots...but it don't matter
how ill the fit...gotta get over it...
yea well
now I'm atop a bull ridin shop gettin a tatt on my chin
got the lines for the ghosts in my family tree
and the stones like rain hittin the wind
but yea man
smack my head with the palm of my hand
stomp out the sleep from my limbs
strap on a smile with an old leather belt
slightly charred and slightly singed
yea...and I'll be hangin out back

Hangin Out Back

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I study under Duncan L. Wood and am grateful for his guidance and patience. Most of my influences are Folk/Blues/Indie, but inspiration arrives in many forms so HT to Hip Hop, Rap, Classical, especially Chamber trios. Current tracks are first cuts and I may update them in the future with cleaner versions, thank you for listening as I learn.

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