In May 2013 I moved all of my guitar amps musical equipment into a large basement near the outskirts of Grande Prairie, AB. I was starting to see the value in fuzzy, drop b guitar tuning. I went full basement-goblin style, huddling in the corner, strumming out lengthy, sustained chords. Didn't hear any complaints from the neighbors, I think they must like that kind of thing.
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Calm and prostrate
In the foul, foul creek
In a tranquil watching state
I do believe
Unresigned and still
Still as the moonlight
And the roads that I drove upon
Had crumbled and closed
To the north there is a route
I traveled in the summer
And I witnessed everything
Lingering between the stones
At the bottom of the creeks bed
Breathed by the trees and the atmosphere
Petrified, and locked in a watching state
Locked in a watching state
island guys is great. heavily synth laden prog/pop reminiscent of some kind of darkest timeline phil collins, with spine-melting drum patterns Doomking