Letters from the Lunar Outpost

No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest good"Cicero, Great Roman Orator, Politician, and Philosopher (B.C. 106-43)

For those on the list, sorry for the multiple email notifications on this, just had a few technical issues to work out.

So for my seventh album, the days of performing all the tracks myself are over, mainly because of the vocals. There are a few songs I think my voice fits perfectly, but there are other songs like this one, which is in desperate need of someone who can belt it out with a heavy duty rock ‘n roll voice.

So I’m looking for a singer. If you’re a singer, you’ll know what I’m saying when I’m also looking for the vocal line to be brought up an octave to where you can really belt it out.

If you’re just listening for fun, just try to picture whatever metal singer first comes to mind.

I’ll be reproducing the whole recording (guitars are a bit swampy and too heavy on the effects, the bass is a bit too clackity-clack) but I hope you can dig it for the riffs and the message of a man who is convinced there’s a Creator but who finds nothing but the devil in the details.

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Soul Fishing

Borne here to this world with no view behind
Aware and conscious through this unknown mind
I view His Landscapes and they fill my eyes
But to his nature I am truly blind

And the preachers gone fishing
Finding souls lost swimming
Promise Fate to the river
But She doesn’t deliver

I’m just a blind dog, baby
Howlin’ with my heart and soul
Forever thankful for this
And what this is I do not know
Some dogs have all the answers
In the light they’re truly blind
But The One Who Put This World Here
Lies beyond the realm of mind

Religious zealots have no fucking clue
They speak for God when they preach to you
All man’s religions speak the minds that dream him
I love my Master though I’ve never seen him

And the preachers gone fishing
Finding souls lost swimming
Promise Fate to the river
But She doesn’t deliver

I’m just a blind dog, baby
Howlin’ with my heart and soul
Forever thankful for this
And what this is I do not know
Some dogs have all the answers
In the light they’re truly blind
But The One Who Put This World Here
Lies beyond the realm of mind

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