Wonderful prose with poetic guitar angles . Made me pay attention Jeff...in a good way, very good. Wonderful art. Durge

wow man, this is fantastic.  really good writing and performance

i don't think i'm going home, this thing won't leave me alone..I've got fragments of the sun and moon imbedded in the core of my cerebral stem.. and of course there is that key That's allegedly buried in this pile of sacred rocks in space that supposedly unlocks the gate that holds the dog and holds the bone and blocks the path that takes me home.

Check yourself, what are you feeling at the present moment..Some times i can feel the giant moving slightly in it's sleep.. just like Vishnu dreaming high in the mountain valleys of the mighty Himalayas.

The tiny silver thread, transcendent of the reckless life we led, A raging river way down below. The moment when you finally realize it's finally time to go..
oh beloved sister's of the Storm, thank you for appearing in your human form 

what could i do, what could i say, i guess i thought that i was on my way to another nervous breakdown..The taste of life so sweet upon our tongues, We were Gods when we were young...

These lyrics are to be found in an entirely different  setting in a collaboration with Furico Music Team and Teth Sin, on Teth Sin's site called "The Mighty Himalayas"

Beloved Sisters Of The Storm

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Black Hole

Fuzz Feel 

Don’t ask me how I am
If you don’t want to know
It all could be good 
High 
or low 

Fuzz feel 
It all starts with the fuzz feel 
Noise colliding in the fuzz feel 
Slight touch electric
 
Fuzz feel 
Freeze somehow In the fuzz feel
Frontal lobe busy in the buzz kill 
Forget what I should know 

I fall into a long pause 
Am I tired or just relaxed?
I shift behind my mask 
Into myself I will collapse 

Fuzz feel 
IQ falling in the fuzz feel
Lose cohesion in the fuzz feel 
Chaos in your flow
 
Fuzz feel 
Storm warning in the fuzz feel 
Light is blinding in the fuzz feel
Shutdowns will come 

Fuzz feel
Can’t explain it in the fuzz feel 
Strange sensation in the fuzz feel 
Words don’t mean a thing 

Fuzz feel 
I’m eroding in the fuzz feel 
Lose ideas to the fuzz feel 
And then tension grows 

Fuzz feel 
Fuzz feel 
Fuzz feel 
Fuzz feel

Fuzz Feel

Recorded live in our studio back in the 70'
Music : Fin Valentin
Linie 18 is.
Drums : Niels Enevoldsen
Bass : Fin Valentin
Saxofon: Søren Blet
Rythm guitar : Hans Kvisgaard
Lead guitar : Per Jensen

Linie 18 W/ Linie 18

From Proof of Utah's 1990 album Free and Female (2020 remaster)
Entire album can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAjLCl_RUiA

Evasive stress lead bellies think they've got me well in hand
That once in debt I'll stay inept and fruitify their land
Multiplying mutant forms of soft white fleshy kin
I'll sit inside my prefab mind and combat mortal sin

Don't think twice its gonna be nice
Living in the mountains of Florida
All alone in my hilltop home
Living in the mountains of Florida

Habituating shopping malls keep popping up like corn
And intelligent consumer folk are once a minute born
These dough-faced dirty cherubites that always bother me
Forced a pulling up of the stakes in lieu of unpleasantries

Don't think twice its gonna be nice
Living in the mountains of Florida
All alone in my hilltop home
Living in the mountains of Florida

Free and Female

Mountains Of Florida

Proof of Utah - Mountains Of Florida

Other People's Children - The Lliam, Malcolm, Beva Trio. 
This one recorded and mixed by Mike Grace

They found me in a noodle factory up on planet Pluto
They couldn’t figure what to do they thought I was a noodle
So they hung me up and hosed me down enough to make a worm ill
but just before my eyes caved in she said life’s not that futile

I understand the sadness buried deep beneath your eyes
gets in the way takes up space there’s too much else to occupy
I got it too I feel it’s terror well beneath my breast
and when it rears its ugly head we’ll crush the buggy fest

What is it that turns my head and makes my eyes to stare
into this piercing silence cant you speak if you are there
too many noodles not enough salt the butter’s disappeared
I get the feeling it’ll never be right and then she grabs my ear

Beloved Sisters Of The Storm

STONERJAZZ

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