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LoNe WolF - "Reached the Checkpoint"

Album: "Avant-Garde"


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF



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Avant-Garde

Reached the Checkpoint

Burning on the Inside

Lyrics:
In the midway of this our mortal life
I found me in a gloomy wood astray

Far ventured from the path direct
That savage sound of furred shaitan
The nub of my former writing hand
Quivered, yellow or inflamed
Another corner, another tree
The monastery cast on its destined grave
It's howl, dry throated, corrupt cry
Its teeth as horns cast miles high

Far, day depart and the air

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet

Bathed in the styx
But laying in bed
The image of those dagger teeth
Birthed in the bosom of a wretched land
My hand cramps, the ghost of past
Twists on the flame of asunder cord
It laughs at me with callous tones
Drawing to the earth

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

Come night
Outside the library
Ice trailed from the church to the chapter house
Dyed red, numbing the waters
Those fangs, I couldn't mistake them
I wrapped my hands around its ten foot neck
Mist climbed from behind its dagger teeth
It crawled, it gnawed, but it couldn't bite my hand

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

HEART IN THROAT

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A haunting journey into the shadows with "Their Dark Secret" by The Dark Messiahs.

This track is an atmospheric blend of Doom Jazz and Dark Jazz Noir, characterized by its intense mood and minimalist arrangement. Featuring sparse percussion from Sticks Thompson and resonant, brooding bass work by Wilt Flowers, the rhythm section lays a hypnotic, deep foundation.

Sonny Rhodes' melancholic piano weaves a spectral melody above the dark soundscape, occasionally punctuated by the chilling, soulful contributions of Guy Stansfield on clarinet and Blue Six on muted trumpet.

Perfect for late-night listening, film noir enthusiasts, or fans of deeply atmospheric, instrumental music that pushes genre boundaries.

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A haunting journey into the shadows with "Their Dark Secret" by The Dark Messiahs.

This track is an atmospheric blend of Doom Jazz and Dark Jazz Noir, characterized by its intense mood and minimalist arrangement. Featuring sparse percussion from Sticks Thompson and resonant, brooding bass work by Wilt Flowers, the rhythm section lays a hypnotic, deep foundation.

Sonny Rhodes' melancholic piano weaves a spectral melody above the dark soundscape, occasionally punctuated by the chilling, soulful contributions of Guy Stansfield on clarinet and Blue Six on muted trumpet.

Perfect for late-night listening, film noir enthusiasts, or fans of deeply atmospheric, instrumental music that pushes genre boundaries.

The Dark Messiahs are:

Sticks Thompson - Drums
Guy Stansfield - Clarinet
Blue Six - Trumpet
Wilt Flowers - Bass
Sonny Rhodes - Piano

For Fans Of (Similar Artists/Styles)
Bohren & der Club of Gore
Dale Cooper Quartet & the Dictaphones
The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble
Angelo Badalamenti (Twin Peaks Soundtrack)
Jazz Noir / Dark Ambient
Cinematic Post-Rock

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#JazzNoir
#TheDarkMessiahs
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#NewMusic
#Atmospheric
#ExperimentalJazz
#Soundtrack
#MutedTrumpet

The Dark Messiahs - Their Dark Secret (Doom Jazz Noir)

Born on a Train

Let’s enjoy this night out,
Drink this poisoned cocktail,
I don’t have a cock but
At least I’m not in jail 

I grew up in a Kentucky dumpster with a bum on bumps and a bummer it was, sucks a gunner I was that fucked every summer and plucked every feather I’m nuts and the weather is fun and my guts are fantastic.  Elastic, your flaccid,  and rabid and rancid im Gina Da Lesbian showing her ass on acid to a fat chick who’s damaged from pork chops and inbalanced and tragic and challenged to manage the damage of her diet, your quiet and I’m a fucking riot.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

I like to scissor chicks in winter kid so our legs light up like splinters you’ve never seen a fire start quicker than when I lick the whiskers.  I’m into big girls, lox pearls and smoke cigs, twirl my head around to scare squirrels I’m mad at the world and the world is a cartoon, looney and rude, hopelessly screwed but I chew off the dark thoughts, my titties are store bought, I shimmy shimmy cocoa puff to wherever the GOATS are cause ima hope star rhyming dope bars for everyone from the pentagon to the pope, rent an office and mope, the Pentecost can’t come soon enough.  I’m Gina Da Lesbian I’m from the moon and tough.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

Gina Da Lesbian Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

Empty echoes in my head
Put me in a place of dread
And I realize that all the books I’ve read
Haven’t taught me nothing.

I’m back at beginning and beginning 
To budge got a grudge and not one nut
But I’m a nut that’ll gut any putz in the palodeum explode on him and load the kid with holes and shit…

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

I’m present
And resent
Both the past 
And the future
Feel super
Deal hoopla 
Real shooter
Meal looter
Tree climber
Line doer 
Fine, neuter 
Me I’m zany 
And crazy
And maybe
The day B
Too short
For these
Contortions
Of thought 
Your style
Is store bought
My swag is all wrought 
brought with thought

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

W.A.Y

Voice Of Cain