Music Serum

Snow
Rain
Sleet Snow
some steady beats
bump thumpin'
grab the low rider
sink those feet into
some fake pink sand
the mountainside is crying
weighed down
by Homosapien dramas
little did we know
rock could weep




So normally a cover band would not make it close to Final Haven...but Brady and his group the Sugar Benders have some sick vocal stylings and are definitely going places of their own, awaiting the next step.

Night Shift

Thinking follows
the lines that have formed
over hands that have held
so much
formed so many amazing things
gesticulated such epic ideas
and stories
memories fire ring dance
with shouts toward the stars
mimic grinning at the moon
head rush flow
flooding
the heart
into the head
forever feeling at one
with all things
and no thing
all

The Music is a Tower

Four stories high
facing the West
sounds carried on the wind
the osprey will return to its nest
high up on some piling
or the mast of a ship
others return as well
their voices heard at different ques
throughout the day
soft rain will slap the streets
hot pavement cooking away
making mouth water
for home fries and toast


Blue Storm by Goblynn

Screamed at the Make Believe, Screamed at the Sky

Truth and certainty
through what one really knows
to fight
with Vorpal Blade clasped
for that which is known and true
beyond the confines
of earths atmosphere
into the deepest caverns
of the souls birth place
stunned by the immense
the intriguing
strolling through the darkness
surrounded by light
all
is
possible

One Cannot Hide the Music

Sometimes mornings light
reveals new ways of being
fresh forms of living
waters that once churrned and reeled
now as glass
the base reflection
of all things pure and simple
they weather the storm with such grace
the calmness of their spirits
solid
the justness of their intentions
unbreakable

Find more artists like A Global Threat at Myspace Music

A Punk Product of Maine.

Benign Malevolence

The landscape outside howls
getting in it's last kicks
before the season should turn
the shudders knock and bump
some ghoul crawling through walls
lurching amongst the darkness
wreaking of mildew and old wood
an ancient entombment
of cluster flies and horse hair
yet there up high
a single beam of untainted light
shining beyond the dust particles
singing the clear tune of purity
and truth
the shadows hold no power
within it's boundaries

Turbulent Tuna Time

Wakame Miso Soup
with Soba noodles
and pan seared tuna

You Can't Handle the Music

Come back around to the reality
that has been set
jello in a mold
pressing out pennies
when the dancing comes to a hault
and the ladies dresses are torn
and the slippers have holes in the toes
fog coats the waters
like sheets fallen from the line
there is the conk shell humming
to the gardens
to the sea
to your posts
a world seen through expectant eyes
dew clings to the moss
and it smells like earth







BlueBoy again ahhhhhhh nicey.

Nothing Overshadows Music so Much as Authority

When there are things you would change
moments you would go back on
when you would turn the day backwards
smash the sundial
strip the hours of their meaning
entering minuteless bliss
a place where there is nothing to miss
when you would do these things
upsetting the formulation of space and time
for individual satiation
there is a new drive to the inferno within
allow the push
the pull
the twirling
hand over eyes
you don't have to watch the world go by
just be
the only way to turn back time
is change it as it arrives.


http://www.myspace.com/goblynnmusic

Find more artists like Goblynn at Myspace Music

It's official boys and girls Goblynn is now on Myspace! a concise profile set up to share the wealth of this sweet melodic cosmic thread, please check it out. you won't be disappointed!

Everyone Got Louder

Not a box
but chords
flexing following
the strains of the heart
taught pipes with chunks of ice
falling through
2:35 a.m. is just another day
opening up it's shutters
the moth will compound it's eyes
soon enough
then some other song
will be drowned out

The Music is Rarely Pure and Never Simple

The days go by
like ducks in a line
another one down
pulling with it the next
just waiting
the machine pumps out more
the pieces fall to the floor
just waiting
smoke rises in the west
in the mind a story grows
to keep reality from stagnating
visions of burning cars
and canned food
dust covered people
just waiting

http://www.myspace.com/thepinkertonthugs

Find more artists like The Pinkerton Thugs at Myspace Music 

From Kennebunk, yay.

2/22/11

encompassed by the spirit of the sea
when the winds hum their eerie resonant
screams
where once a plot was calm and green
there is now naught but the earths cleansing cycle
tumble dry on low
the static jumps from point to
divet
frosted linen icicles
swinging in the night

Nothing Gives Rest But the Sincere Search for Music

Soft dawn
white flakeys falling
coating the brown
with something refreshing
a new week
another time for us to tweak
drinks and drums
steady static
shears off the strangeness
every floating cell
maniacally velocitates
a cranium
that is in the clouds



http://soundcloud.com/vistas


Rolling papers (live) by vistas

Who could resist?! A little Taste of the Vistas show recently performed in the largeness of NYC at Pianos.

Iced Rice

These little pieces
tokens of the path
one button for a nimble thimble
one tear for a laugh
wrists and ankles flow through
empty space
heated torrents thrust little workers
upwards
flying high high high
rear to the ground
heart to the sky
beyond all human problems and dramas
dream with ease

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Tip # 343

Find safe spots to eat your lunch.

There Are Three Things That Cannot Be Long Hidden: The Sun, The Moon, and The Music.

Solar recognitions shine
starkness
the wind is gnashing its teeth
cutting through floor board
and window sill
nipping at toes and noses
neutrality of spirit
a closed eye meditation
towards the good things
which although hard to see at times
are dwelling just beyond the northwest breeze


http://www.myspace.com/alias

Find more artists like Alias at Myspace Music

Alias from Portland, Maine. Funny what one might find on a chilled morning. Reaching out into the world that can seem so far away. Connect, Reflect, Look to the horizon, Hold on tight to hope.

Push Button Recieve Bacon

many many
frozen faces
grinning in the dark
dancing in the light
pranksters riding the moon rise
toes to the sky
upside down existence
temporal lobe twitching
grass is pink and skies are red
the crow has it's claws clenched
the nest is on fire
come in and warm your feathers
for awhile
promise not to pinch

Music is the Only Safe Ground to Stand On

Walking through hot gardens
cicadas humming their incoherent melodies
salt water evaporation's
spa for the mind and heart
the gentle strumming of an old island guitar
lost boy perched on a rock
playing along to the insects tunes
a seagull flies overhead
the clover sighs
summer will always dwell inside







http://www.myspace.com/greensisland

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He's all grown up boys and girls, Brady Smith making all of the big kids proud.

Swimming in Place

Seizing what's left of a reality
that is changing so quickly
this accelerant
clinging
flame to whiskey
makes for a bittersweet glaze
moving at speeds no beast could outrun
the truth catches up
singeing tale tips and pursed lips
melting hearts and brains
ensuring nothing
will ever be the same
again

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Tip # 313

Just because the end of all things is nigh does not mean you can't have a little style.
you can spruce up any wardrobe with these simple tricks

• use scissors or a knife to strategically alter shirts and/or pants
• scraps of metal are stylish and work doubly as great armor
• It's not a sin to liberate clothing from dead bodies, if the shoe fits as it were...
• red is in this season! a light splattering of blood will liven up any ensemble 

Music is Both Arms and Armour

Gray clouds drizzle
for rizzle
the white blankets give way
to the seasons follies
where the black dog roams
so does the shrew
concealed in layers
we put them on
to protect the inside places
exposure is for summer
when vulnerability leads to warming
for now solace is found
in the bottom of a glass
amber label of red
feeding brain and heart
soothing toe to heel
fingers reach out for the real



http://soundcloud.com/goblynn

Glancing At Darkness by Goblynn

More from Goblynn,  music that speaks to and lifts a winter wearied heart.

Solar Flares and Full Moon tides

Shining in the North
eager eyes glance towards
the surface of ursa minor
which
gleens the colours of a song
a
voice of the soul
reverberations through the ice
felt beyond feeling
finger tip crimson spot
that holds another time
and all times
fear not the Jabberwock
nor the Bandersnatch
figures of fairy tales
embrace the manifestations of
the spirit
hold understanding and graciousness close
sew the seeds

The Music Hurts

Could we put our energy into the stars?
might we send a packet of what we once were
into that oblivion
where it will be perfectly preserved
into the ending of it all
Could we stay pure?
cured in that nothingness
an endless giggle of youth
forever encapsuled by truth
if only the impossible were possible
and the world not so dark
finding the magic
has become a challenge
and holding onto it more so
but the trial is life
with each breath a lift
and each moment a shift
someplace out in that void
something grand awaits


http://soundcloud.com/goblynn

Val Entia by Goblynn

Goblynn has been hard at work in his shaman shack under the full moon check out his new sight name and his new tunes.

Icebergs and Beer Trees

Sometimes
we charge beyond tribulation
to the beach
waters pulled downward by gravity
microcosmical deltas
flow like braided hair
horizon dotted
with white capped water hills
teeth shining grins
that have no end
for they are frozen in place

What the Imagination Seizes as Beauty Must be Music

Can there be explained a better way of being?
other than just trying to be
for each other
and the world
dissatisfaction only instigates
the wasting of time
so seize a moment
the ring of a cord
a vocal progression
the clear chiming of beautiful laughter
only through recognition
can one maintain positive perspective





Pirate Party connections.

The Groundhogs Washroom

stark bones of trees
silhoetted against the pale orange sky
light that glares
wind that bites
harsh angry weather
that stings
rings on
the pond may be sheer
as the spring will be drear
beneath the snow
are relics
of the ice queens reign
locate the alter
Jupiter juniper June
solar flares off moon mirror
the flounder finds it's bed

So many amazing things

http://geographyofyouth.org/

The Geography of Youth from Restless Collective on Vimeo.

                                                         

One can meet incredible people out on a body of frozen water.

Oh Oysters Come and Walk With us!

Bagaduce River Oysters
Citrus Cabbage Salad
Champagne of Beers


enjoyment of life
is the solution
to all negativity 
a brain buzz
that only the absolute purity
of good food
can instill

You Never Find Yourself Until You Face the Music

Wind whips through tightly sealed planking
the vessel takes a roll
smash of sea and salty air
blasting into crevices long since thought
to be water tight
save the rum!
protect the Wenches!
it's the important things in life
that will hold this crew together
so baton down them hatches
tie a line around your waste
and go out into the storm

http://www.swampsound.com/                                                                                                                                                                              Artwork by Isaac Wright

                                                                                                                   

Find more artists like Eric GREEN Party! at Myspace Music

Eric Green Party, not much more need be said, a bluesy cacophony like nails and whiskey to the ears, leaving the mind with some euphoric feeling, and what's that? a labodomy? no it's more than that, all seems well now.
The smell of bars and summer nights. 
These sensations emerge from the source carried on sound, they throw you off the ground into the realm of music.

Microbial Planets

Places
concealed under the largeness of the sky
pinpoint one and you will be drawn
into a finite network
veined throughout
the helix of thought and knowledge
circumnavigate the surface
stripe white with life
come back around
assume the position
for one night
until next time

Believe That Music and Unconditional Love will Always Have the Final Word

Days meant for others slide by
a bright spot of red
falls on the snow
drippy driping
bleeding bark of a bare tree
swing sets pendulum
follows the course
of seconds gone by
just jump off
hurled by the force of time



http://toughcats.blogspot.com/


Happy Day by The Toughcats


Who could resist the Toughcats? our very own island grown cultural icons, smooth, sad, mind tickling beats  requiring at the absolute minimum a hip jiggle.

Your Heart Smells Delicious

There are events
that happen
in the peripheral of the planet
little is seen
or heard of them
but there are those
that would find the white cold
inviting
comforting
a way to unite
saying
"we will not let this
hypothermic potential
dominate our moods"
so raise another glass
the the mist covered light in the sky
watch the mountain catch on fire
then be
doused by the stars well chilled glow

The Music is Incontrevertable, Malice May Attack, Ignorace May Deride, it but in the End; There it is.

the morning light
simple and unique
each encroaching day
manipulates the portal

Dancing on Water

tee pees and tornado's
cyclones of faith and debauchery 
lives intersect
then move on
the universe remains
steady and constant
things flow
cliches crumble away
a sack of potatoes is found
amongst the flowers
a head full of seeds
wanders

Unthinking Respect For Authority is the Greatest Enemy of Music

Hazed and abused
landscapes of unforseen strangeness
familiarity only in characters
cast to play roles
as alien to them as a candy bar on mars
falling into crystals of water
that forbid entry to the wary mind
open up
take the plunge
palms to the sky
roots to the ground



http://blueboyproductions.bandcamp.com/




more music by BlueBoy yes yes and yes, may your mind be taken away from this mundane existence and tossed into the garbage heap of the universe you might find martian slippers and solar discharge that may then be crafted into a new pair of earrings or a Christmas ornament for your aunt.
Be well all

Terminal Frost

In summers embrace
the land around us flourishes
giving life and energy to the feet that walk over it
one can experience
waves of unfaltering strength
emanating
pulsing through every being
seeping from the leaves of each plant
In winters slumber
the earth has lost it's warmth
in the woods there is stillness
arboreal sleepers wait in solitude
the terrain is a conduit for
each scrap of energy
still remaining from earlier seasons
to be drawn
the land will take it's toll in many forms
bear your teeth
fight back with a laugh

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Tip# 326

Home is where the rocket launcher is.

Even God Can't Change the Music

When a voice is so well known
that the distinctness of its tones
could cut through the woods on a warm day
ricocheting off of moss and pine needles
strings at work
face to the sky
head in the clouds
one would still come down
to listen



http://soundcloud.com/afinkelson/sexaphone-1









Keep an ear on this track it features the vocal talents of our own island wonder boy Brady Smith.

I.We.Us.Everything

envision
a centurfuge
as it spins
so do the whims
of humanity
lives slap against the walls
of existence
fearful faces forced into the void
bells ring
hands reach through the darkness
to steady
only to dissolve in the atmosphere
of reality
ride it as a carousel
grasp the brass ring
win the prize
another day
the sun races by
so as to start again

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Tip # 327


Always keep your eye on the enemy


































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You Can't Bury the Music

Dreams
leaving seems impossible
the sunrise sunset sunrise sunset
seen through the eyes of a ghost
Cumulonimbus chinese dragons on fire
bamboo mats and green and trees
spice smells ride the breeze
the eyes may open but the heart
and mind remain




Nimble Thimble by mystic forever

Replace This Space

sea meets sky
crystalline crispy critters
cough up glitter
delirium in those wee hours
when the beings of anti-reality
collaborate against the sane
how mundane are the thoughts of the normal
compared to the further reaches of the brain
where one might grasp an apple
which becomes a bubble
then a walrus
then a sewing machine
this seems so much more real
than anything from before

U.G.T.T.A.

Tip # 713

when you see smoke in the distance
it is usually a bad sign

You Dim Sum You Lose Some

Waiting outside the
cold saturated window eaves
watching cooling pies
turn to ice
laughter cuts through as
another joke is told
the season turns
and so do heads
looking towards the sunset
leaving behind the day
frozen by starshine
night is the time for play

Users Guide to the Apocalypse II

Survival Tip # 714


Sometimes it is best to wait until dawn
everything looks better in the daylight

The Worm and The Beetle

There's music
that can speak with our souls
it arrives in forms
that are hard to see
yet easy to hear
the same should be said
for inspiration
the cat may scratch
and the snow may sting
pain walks hand in hand
with the muse of creativity
reach and lift gently


Black Cat's White Morning by mystic forever
Goblynn has the essence of winter in captivity, can you feel the icicles forming off the back of your neck?

Call me Switzerland

crossing plains
dreams of perfection
understanding
wholeness
as years move forward
the confidence of youth
can crumble behind
as bread crumbs
leading our hearts back
to their true love
ourselves.
the candy house can wait
gum drop stepping stones
will melt under the hot sun
praline post and beam
drip down graham cracker walls
this is obviously
a structure best left to the land of stories
now about those bread crumbs...

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Featuring such chapters as:

• Agriculture in a diseased wasteland

• Coping With Killing a Loved One

• Top Ten Signs You Are Becoming a Zombie

• 5 Tips to Maintaining a Safe Perimeter Both at home and on the Go

• How to Trust No One

Keep an eye out for new character developments and short story lines.

The Music is Out There

The water is still
air carries with it
the smell of something fresher
sterilization of winters chill reaches
a plateau
and can only let one thing
continue the construction
as a preview into some coming attraction
the warmth rises
the sea smoke dissipates
geese are seen
cruising home
oh wait
those are seagulls
and there's more
snow
winter still has nowhere
to go


http://vistas.bandcamp.com/album/mute
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Vistas/150588052486


Umogen by vistas

More vistas! so good for a not so freezing morning.
Sun breaches the tree tops and the steady beats carry one away.
Flashback to mornings when a balanced breakfast was the most important part of the day, gone are those infantile musings. Fill my bowl with some beats and let me drink some coffee. Take that General Mills! We got yer Lucky Charms right here!