Extravagant and clean and practised, oh, so very well,
they pose and fall and knead and climb, unclothed yet practical.
The ceiling sets the scene and I am reminded not to go.
I'm at the mercy of this posthumous woe.
Never seen again…
This was the very first Eugene Hammond track; indeed, the track that inspired me to start this up as a separate and distinct project from everything else in the first place. I revisited this track last month, rebuilding it from the ground up…
This was the very first Eugene Hammond track; indeed, the track that inspired me to start this up as a separate and distinct project from everything else in the first place. I revisited this track last month, rebuilding it from the ground up…
This was the very first Eugene Hammond track; indeed, the track that inspired me to start this up as a separate and distinct project from everything else in the first place. I revisited this track last month, rebuilding it from the ground up…
This was the very first Eugene Hammond track; indeed, the track that inspired me to start this up as a separate and distinct project from everything else in the first place. I revisited this track last month, rebuilding it from the ground up…
This was the very first Eugene Hammond track; indeed, the track that inspired me to start this up as a separate and distinct project from everything else in the first place. I revisited this track last month, rebuilding it from the ground up…
We're truly nowhere now,
and there is no fight for who's king.
Through a tear in two souls crawls
the shapelessness of this dream.
I lay down in the sun to spring leaks,
when in pours my weight in dead fruit,
under which the ground gives way…
Extravagant and clean and practised, oh, so very well,
they pose and fall and knead and climb, unclothed yet practical.
The ceiling sets the scene and I am reminded not to go.
I'm at the mercy of this posthumous woe.
Never seen again…
We're truly nowhere now,
and there is no fight for who's king.
Through a tear in two souls crawls
the shapelessness of this dream.
I lay down in the sun to spring leaks,
when in pours my weight in dead fruit,
under which the ground gives way…
This is a great BGM sound well thoughtout
and well produced. very hautingly beautiful
that organ does that magic to the listener. and over alll. great job god bless NEIL.!
This is the song that's responsible for the creation of this band in the first place. It was originally intended to be used with another band of mine, but kept growing and changing, until it no longer suited that band.
Since then, I have a full…
So exciting! My first song on here. Hope you all like it. It's from my RPM album, coincidently also named "toilet shrimp". Always looking for collaborators. Tired of doing everything myself.
I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Great job at recapturing that mood and tone without stepping on any toes. I can picture the train rolling toward Machine, rifles out the window. They're shooting buffalo.
Is that a Gretsch?
(My favourite movie, by the way.)
A typical folk song.
Written and recorded in about an hour for the 24 hour album (attempted on March 13th). Excuse roughness and vocal glitches, it was 2am and this was my first full take.
Thanks to montgomeru for his chord suggestions…
Kidnapped indeed; by someone you trust, and the reddest of wines was just starting to flow the blood warmer when it became apparent there was something else in that glass.
Coupled with an alternate version, this would make a great intro/outro to a concept album. There's an entire world happening in that minute and a half, and I didn't want to leave yet.
Steppe tells an atmospheric story of the boundless plains of the steppes, reflecting Lena’s personal memories from the time she lived in the Russian part of Kazakh Steppe as a young music teacher. From album 'Songs of Vastness' (mt027).
I checked this out simply because of the name. I released a song called steppes with my other band This Caustic Autumn, based on dwelling in the boundless widths of isolation, I guess. haha. It's not nearly as beautiful as this is though. This is really really nice stuff.
Comments on Eugene Hammond's Ramshackle Black Packard's stuff
well done.remember me black rebel motorcycle club
love the introduction...and then...
nice
Sam just said this is like something Dwarves would sing (about the 4.5 minute mark).
love what's going on here.
What a build...excellent
Thanks for the comment, I was going to ask you what "smelly cat" was, then I googled it. These computer thingies are just so darned smart.
wow. I love a good song thats got an intro about as long as the average pop song.
Woof! nearly skipped this one (what with 12 minutes written on it). SO glad I didn't. Loved how it built and then took me off places.
Similarly majestic - and fabulous.
Woof!! This is majestic.
awesome...
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Awesome track
Beautiful!
This is a great BGM sound well thoughtout and well produced. very hautingly beautiful that organ does that magic to the listener. and over alll. great job god bless NEIL.!
Well done.
Lovely!
[ Let's all be there in the end. We will ]
~low~
Comments made by Eugene Hammond's Ramshackle Black Packard
The music box was the perfect closer.
Wow. Huge, bottom heavy sound. I never would have thought that was a tele. Makes me think I should blow the dust off my own telecaster copy.
Great job at recapturing that mood and tone without stepping on any toes. I can picture the train rolling toward Machine, rifles out the window. They're shooting buffalo. Is that a Gretsch? (My favourite movie, by the way.)
great drawkcab pieces. Making time. Multi-task. Ooooooh, nice vocals now too. I like this house you've built.
Mmmmmmmm.
Man, I don't know what to say. Too good.
Kidnapped indeed; by someone you trust, and the reddest of wines was just starting to flow the blood warmer when it became apparent there was something else in that glass.
Coupled with an alternate version, this would make a great intro/outro to a concept album. There's an entire world happening in that minute and a half, and I didn't want to leave yet.
I checked this out simply because of the name. I released a song called steppes with my other band This Caustic Autumn, based on dwelling in the boundless widths of isolation, I guess. haha. It's not nearly as beautiful as this is though. This is really really nice stuff.