Oh my god I'm going to leave you for a colder one maybe antropomorphical A new baptism sacred by whiskey Caipirinha, Gin Fizz wine, beer and pot Please no drama God No crosses or storms I don't trust you no more Leave me or let me go

you can dig far underground we can laugh hard as we like in this place we tire, in display we tire you can take a pill, see you goodbye 1985 I wasn't dead or alive now what you want from me I'm just a quiet guy stuck here with a lot of time…

(instrumental)

Lane Rider dont get your body down tonight they are here gambling for jacks and drinking whiskey spiked minds they want you they'll get you they will leave you to the vultures long dead thought, you better be right Lazy sneaky hand, you better…

I found you soon while you were young nobody stays for very long when you feel old to hate or love tuck back the magazine inside the box swim in the tides of unknown chats, they might be dead or not yet born are we on the same bus…

Oh Yeah All right you did it inside and now we're going to have a a baby and guess who won't be there maybe he'll have your name as if you were to care now I'm back to my old town I'm boiling fries and baking cakes I have to get money somehow…

Promiscuous Vampires when the night goes up and our shame goes down you take up that syringe and you drink my blood and I drink your blood we stain our clothes makin' up pretending out that we are not people that you know we read the book we…

now if you are feeling gone and feeling far yeah i can help you i can light your cigar cause death is a friend we all meet in the end and none ever got away speak for yourself, don't ever let the luster fade maybe you could get a gun, destroy…

I smoke cigarettes made of strawberries I lost my mountain, got my age Strange diseases could have hurt you but I say Everybody likes to gloom to blue sad songs and trust industries that glass is not ghost as they promised us before was sold…

Engineers are arguing with architects and do well for they know their opinion is right and fair Someday you'll turn into a place in a square and the thief with light feet will feel as his neck snaps The sun fell down in its haunted…

he woke up cursing like an unpolite cop on speed spoke in tongues that only monsters thought they knew grabbed his stuff got up early in his dreams he could see the evil in a perfect pair of shoes hey man, the devil is waiting in the clothes…

I had originally titled this 01May2010 with the intent of saving myself time by not thinking up titles... Then I thought about the marketing benefit for the Dungeonhack project, however small, which would be slighted by uninteresting titles. Curse…

The coyotes in the woods they’re all lining up for the kill And the coyotes have sharp teeth and they’ve learned how to use knives And they’re picking the locks and stealing into your house nd drinking all your poison Now you’re packing the…

Haven't done one like this in awhile. A bit more upbeat and "riffy" but I tried to keep it pretty sparse. Thanks everyone. 2010

Another piece using my looper. This time it's highly improvised. The main rhythm is looped, but the rest is improvised and going through a delay pedal to create some abstract and beautiful sounds.

I felt like some improv. Hope you like it.

Sammy Davies exhorts us to encourage one one another from Hebrews 3

Act Like Me- Produced By Adam West Co-Produced By Bradley Logan Lyrics By Bradley Logan Copyright 2010

a danceable thing - enjoy

King Of The Iron Fist Pt I- Produced By Adam West Co-Produced By Bradley Logan Lyrics By Bradley Logan Copyright 2010

Desperado (Guns In My Guitar Case)- Produced By Adam West Co-Produced By Bradley Logan Lyrics By Bradley Logan Copyright 2010

Fuck Everybody (You Suck)- Produced By Adam West Co-Produced By Bradley Logan Lyrics By Bradley Logan Copyright 2010

Superman Is Dead (Man It Feels Good)- Produced By Adam West Co-Produced By Bradley Logan Lyrics By Bradley Logan Copyright 2010

My theme music otherwise known as "Slukin'". yamaha drums! play Bass ala de-tuned guitar.

now working under the name of wordless poem,benefiting from the lessons in masterising that a frieng gave me,this is the latest phase of a work,destined to be performed,in front of many people,at le clap cinema,bollene,thursday at eight o clock

another from Lincoln the Chain. We recorded this in New York City.

Staying in NYC for a month. makes you think

Year: 1987 Album: Modern Clones Artist's description: guitars bass drums CZ-101 keys 4-track remastered in Sonar

well I thiiink it was one of the maaaany times in which we would go down to the pMundo beach by the river build a fire, burn one (a couple) down and jam out loud, where I came up with this beautiful chord progression. It was then about a week…

From Leaving My Body

Trino Epaminondas Tuta