The Music Makes a Comeback

So it's been awhile since we've coined a local artist.  Here we have Billy Libby.  New Sounds from an Old Friend.

Sounds that reach forth from across the water
reverberating off planks of ancient barn wood. 
The snow falls and stars so crisp you can smell them
shine down on eerie melodies
and upbeat nature of the artist.



05 The Winter Song by billy libby

http://www.billylibby.com

Punch Line: Deck the Halls

Deck the Halls
Pen and Ink
from"The Punch Line" Holiday edition


http://www.wix.com/pollup/finalhaven#!

Punch Line V

"Flight of the Potatoes"

from the series "Sad Forks and Angry Knives"

Punch Line IV

"Don't cry Over Lost Onions"


from the series: "Sad Forks and Angry Knives"

Punch Line III

The Beet That Got Away

from the series: "Sad Forks and Angry Knives"

Punch Line II

Punch Line

  



















      


                

Metamorphic Metaphor

Jaded thoughts
go into the dust
melt into
ever decomposing memories
dis-integrate
the bruised heart remains weak
until forget fullness allows it to mend
clinging to the stinging
does not a one good
though the haunting keeps love close
a tether to the past
a bowline to the mast
like a dream of mudded feet
struggling to move forward
reaching a hand
to some dark exciting place
we can never quite grasp







Goblynnnnnnn! so many new summer notes! Have a listen buy some tracks...it's worth it.
Thank you all for being so patient during this seasonal hiatus...though re-emergence will be slow to manifest, you will, no doubt be seeing more of us.

Their Ice is Getting Dry

Clouds on fire
as eyes droop closed
throw out the wire
the line has been broke
with threshold clear
the world opens up
any thing can be done
every thing ain't enough
so grab the wheel
head for the hills
opens that smile
to receive some new thrills
all wanting something
though not sure quite what
just keep on walking
there's something afoot

The Music Lies Dormant

Emerging full force
into the wild
it steps with tender bare feet
pine pitch
bug bite itch
monsters in the sky
slam their tales to the ground
through threads mesh
can be seen pinpoints of light
growing as the eye draws nearer
glowing when the truth is clearer
gentle forms and bows sway
spirits of the world
dance
rejoice
time for mourning
will come soon enough
so for now find sunshine
in the rough





http://goblynn.com/

So little were we aware that Goblynn has released some new tracks!! check out his site, the whole album can be purchased for a mere $5!! That's 25 songs! uhm....yes please...
Thanks to all the Final Haven fans for sticking out these busier days we hope to be posting more frequently.
Much love out to all those parts of the world looking upon this now...you are appreciated!!

Chasing Eagles

Monsters of the earth
bleeding out
invisible entities
nightmares of a billion souls
culminating
hibernating
in clouds
under crust
this plans a bust
start over
no fear but pride
that this is our time
to whatever end
blowing bubbles
sending troubles
into the ether
focus outward
resilience inward
laughter skyward

Dreams That Haunt and Inspire

landscapes stretching dark and distant
cityscape waterparks
clear water chlorine blast
oil lights and candle glow
illusions
remind refugee residents
of the way life once was
brands and cans of
of spray on tan
structures of thrills driven
into some land
opossum snarls and
Cephalopod soldiers
grotesque and prominent
wait, but a tentacles reach away
when the going gets tough
the tough get richer
crust punks spewing hope
onto sidewalks dusted
with the earliest light of day
which way will you go

Polar Bear Popscicle

wave lap rain tap
slishing tires move past
as do memories of past life wonders
giggling gleam off water pristine
rocks that touch the high heat of summer
also feel the cold dark of ocean bottom
all aspects prospects and possibilities
swirling as the tide moves in
the next cycle is imminent
fingers rap upon wood upon water
mantras allow for no plan to falter
sometimes
it's important
to take the long way around

Fishstick Fiddleheads

following the pink marker
roadside reminder
clouds ease over another week
the past is screaming out to the present
loud and resonate
and quiet as a peeper in the desert
a figure is dead
the new thing in this species' head
remembering to forget
new circumstance linked with past horror
do not forget to remember
earth shaking poison leaking
wind whips rips roots
and one tiny bird, nestled amongst it all

The Straight Up Music

Bleary eyed
weary guide
The Fool is 0
and the Empress wears red
Fog glides over still water
as ospreys return
stubbornly to nests
beaten by winters wind
pulling hover tricks
masters of the sky
a hue of pristine blue
clouded but insanely true

Bowser's Castle by Goblynn

Morning y'all!
So final Haven has been a bit quite as of late. Building our nests as the osprey do, spring leaves little time for finger dancing dilly dallying.  Yet here we have a new track by Goblynn, birthed from the somewhat rainy nature of this impending summer. Enjoy!

Wind Meets Water

spinning misty vortex's rise to fall
tiny ducks seek solace
in the lee of the shore
they dip and munch
as if the sky were not toppling down
sounding pounding
this is how
night finds its way into day
hold still you know the drill
everyone batons down
petals close and robins roost
crows fly strong
thrown backwards for fun
frolic for none faint of heart
they know elation
can not be felt
without first a fight
for flight

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 Tip # 345

There is a Balance
old death leads to new life
The garden is sown
the messengers sent forth
this focus will save you

The Music Rests In the Feathers of Many Birds

Strings and things
tiny flowers hiding in the
empty geode
conduit to the dark labyrinth
of forbidden passageways
hidden paths
you can traverse the underworld for only so long
before the nose must peak above the peat
take a long draw of new spring air
keep
moving
forward




Who wants to be a groupie? these guyz totally rule, new favorite.

Hiatal Immergence

Like a gift not to be opened
the future sits unknown
wrapped in expectation and hope
yet, another day
that the eager hand is slapped away
how things would work
if the clock were to stop
if life were to drop off
into the clearest blue
coexisting with the deepest black
two worlds layered
in constant turmoil over
the human soul
a stereotypical struggle
when right in front and all around
is the answer
both

We Just Want to Hear the Music!!!

She would scream upward and out
cacophonous voice resonating into the trees
vibrating the wings of bees
and hearts of smaller creatures
nails digging at the air
wrenching invisible clumps of despair
the like which no one else may percieve
this is how the Woman of the world does grieve
as her hair is coated in thick black
and her alabaster skin melts off the bone
she walks through what is left of the woodland alone
waiting for the time
when she might have some peace
when these beings who've tainted her
might recognize and release





Sweet Tasty Thing by Goblynn

The newest of news by Goblynn a collaboration of the minds bringing to you a freshy sweet tune. When the fog settles on the branches we know the sun is up there somewhere...waiting.

An Idle Mind Does Not Percieve the Music

A snake on the snow
is hungry for sunshines radiation
when the moonshine slips
into the pineal glands domain
many little thoughts stimulate
those places of the brain
left dormant for so long
we can hold happiness and content
for a time
before reality carries it away on
either gentle breeze
or raging typhoon
but the memory remains
gift for the lonely soul

Lako's First Journey by Goblynn

The creations of spring brought to you by Goblynn, the atmosphere may have brought us a fresh blanket of white, but, motivation will not cease. So become the being Lako, smile up at the stars, and try to forget what a scary place the world can be...at least for a moment...let the third eye free.

They Go In Search Of Music!

frosty frosters
the morning dove is hiding
the racoon is biding
it's time
claws on pavement
the wind from a racing truck
rustles fur
still thick to impress winter
many stories withdrawn
till the real spring rounds that bend










01 Hora Lautareasca by Cinder Conk

So it's Cinder Conk again...so what??!! these guyz are tha shit! rock out! We hear they are starting a death metal side project. 

You Want to Know the Music?

inspiration from afar
the crow flies
and the seagull cries
chicka dee dee dee in the grass
gentle robin home at last
deer with tail white
like the crusted snow
slowly melting
on the roadside
soon hot blazes
the kind that sap water from
hair line cracks
in skin and street
they will touch our faces
and we'll be ready for winter again

02 Djodjo by Cinder Conk

So yeah who doesn't want to wake up to some bangin' accordion crashin' beat thrashin' musica? Hold in your brain matter and steady you heart.
ladies and gentlemen I give to you, Cinder Conk!

A Beautiful Thing Indeed

Glass eyed cat
peering through the veil
other side over ride
the tune takes a turn
goes dark then up
one single star in the night
steady heart beat breeze
slips between fingers
turns light then down
vertical Mobius
keep walking

The Music May Come From Afar

Inspiration
takes forms
sometimes
unexpected
a smudge
of shit
on the cement floor
may lead way
to masterpieces
of inconceivable beauty







Wabbit (Fuddstep with Lazers) CHECK DESCRIPTION 4 DOWNLOAD by Misshin

Straight from Christchurch New Zealand, proof that with great tragedy comes limitless inspiration. If we so choose to take that energy and switch it, the darkest of times holds no sway over our ability to bounce back, slap tha paint onto the canvas, and laugh into the gloom.

There is No Music

Like a riddle unsolved
or a mystery left without being finished
up on the shelf
spiders they make new homes
between mildewed pages
webs of recognition woven in silence
connecting words of truth from
sentence to punctuation
phrases that tell so little
but explain all








Light's Dancing On A Magical Teapot by Goblynn
"The music stopped, and then she died" 

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Tip # 009

Seppuku...

Better than Un-dead

Owl, Coyote ,Tiny Whisk

Dust Un-settled
in the streets at night

with warm breeze
come the stinging clouds

saturating sanity
masticating vanity

mirror face decimate
piles of punctual grime
rounding the corner
slashing open faced
at just the right time
on the exhale

See How High You Can Jump

Kik Kat crackle spat
woodsmoke sauteed clothing

the past moves fast
when the brain refrains
from exaggerated reflection

the food is good
when the heart is smart
and improvises perfection

the wine is fine
when the smile has guile
excluding no collection

You Hold the Music in Your Hands

Sometimes there are voices
that snuggle into our brains
they are there when we sleep
return when we wake
as months go on
their pure tones ring
in some reminiscent place
that space
that can still feel the sunlight
still smell the skin
and feel the soft touch of
forehead to forehead
chlorophyll capsules
burst into life
the warmest of breezes
flows into the night 

Find more artists like 1000 mile booty call at Myspace Music

A voice that urges you to stand upon the widows walk, waiting for loves to return, from turbulent seas. It promises of summers heat and acoustic reverberations. Sangria in the grass, dandelion dreamers, fresh water screamers. love love love. Jo Cosgrove = heroine

Umbilical Regeneration

A wake of memories
streched out behind for
so many years
the cavorting and tears
realization of fears
things that are drawn close
materials
microscopic moments
seemingly medicore
but under the lens
they shine
a brilliant light
through a drop of rain
beading on a sleeve
lies a laugh
then a
wrinkle in the eye
crunch of ketchup frie
prism of scenes
hills and streams
waves crashing
sand in toes
smiles
these are yours
these are you

                                                                                            Drinks in Front of Fires

Wreath Burning Ritual

farewell to you
lady of winter
the train of your dress
still slides over
moss and pine needle
as you retreat into the woods
to walk in loneliness
until spirits of the North return
the rabbits coat can still be seen
a tribute to your beauty
birds, no longer under threat
of popsicle induction
land softly
their song mourns your passing
yet welcomes in The New

The Search for Music is More Precious Than Its Possesion

where has all the time gone?
the moons largest face
perigee reflecting blinding light
back to apogee the calm after storm
looking for everything
trying to hope for nothing
celestial harbingers
work with their medium
stars, planets, moon, water
hearts and souls
they all experience ebb and flow
cover-ups and deceptions
listen to the signs
get with the times
childhood has past
so it's time to act fast
arm yourself
with strength and acceptance
know that change is imminent
and do not be discouraged  
the most simple of phrases
everything
is really going to be
alright

Find more artists like Meghan Yates at Myspace Music 

This woman is awesome, you can find her performing and Slainte in Portland every week.  Great voice, and one beautiful personality.

Twenty-Six Merry Pranksters Walk Past

The gorgons with their writhing hair
laugh into the eye of the seeing stone
the darkness they embody
can not touch the pure ringing
of absolute joy
to have such beauty in life
to have life!
existence
a cliche blessing so often overlooked
too much focus directed towards
what is missing
instead of that which is here
in the old brain pan
housed by the chest and flesh
a steady thumping
from East to West
may you be happy
may you be healthy
may you live with ease.

The Music Comes Out When You Are Drunk

Obligation to make the days good
to make the days perfect
each morning emerging from the dark depths of night
when one of significance approaches
so do the anxieties
the indecision
remember to cruise the wave
look up at the sky
feel the water and the air in your face and hair
do not think about the rocks below
or of your fingernail
just enjoy the ride
and smile


A little traditional Irish folk jig to get this day going, Happy St. Paddies y'all! This band is from maine
http://killaceiliband.com/Jigs.mp3


http://killaceiliband.com/bio.html

Now You Know The Music

Many balls of light
many strings attached the source
they grow forward
self generating forms
spinning twitching
to the beat of existence
marching down the shores of consciousness
with confusion and fear
the void layed out
before the feet of a wanderer
stop
listen to the sounds
if all of us are lost
then we are all found


Now You Know by Goblynn

Goblynn's new music, birthed from the woes of the world and hope that is inherent in all of us.
Check it out!

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

Tip # 001
The rules no longer apply, keep this in mind at all times.


note: Righteous air guitar zombie annihilation?...man...the end of the world ain't that bad.

The Music is Not for All Men; But Only For Those Who Seek It

Travelers walk by the light of day
others breach the horizon line
with star shine on their backs
inky oil blackness flecked with spots
crystal pinpoints beaming outward
some hole melted into epidermis
pore portals
three eyes fall into that unknown realm
drawn by the future pushed by the present
brightness dims
a look to the right confirms
back with the family you have never met
those who can only be found within




Visitors From Earth by Goblynn

The Catalystic Species

little feet tiny hands
shaping, forming, throwing
another lighter hits the rubbish bin
the Golden Eagle feasts
on buckshot ridden flesh
wings that span the circumfrence of the globe
geese return to land on still waters
the surface reveals no evidence
of any such turmoil that may exist
on the ocean floor
tin can bed pans and a rusty model T
relics of a race that once dominated
now those who remain
laugh into the darkness holding their bellies
giving back
plant the seed
nourish both flower and weed
ears to the ground
listen to the future grow

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pen and ink
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