The Waters-ish Flood Hard Rock

Released April 8, 2020

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Composition

Eduardo Diez ("Bazarraco")
Mordor Spain
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Creator & Guitars
PLUS
Steffen O ("stoman")
Aachen Germany
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Mix & Mastering
PRO
Chris Bouchard ("dwfreak")
Candiac Québec Canada
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Drums
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Russell Edwards ("fergusthunderthumbs")
Melbourne Victoria Australia
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Keyboards
Jon Garcia ("JonGarcia")
Valladolid Spain
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Bass
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John Heavern ("Deeptrope")
Charlotte N Carolina USA
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Spoken Vocals
Michael Orr ("Mcorr57")
Port Townsend WA USA
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Harmonica

Sound Recording

PLUS
Steffen O ("stoman")
Aachen Germany
Other releases
Mix & Mastering
PRO
Chris Bouchard ("dwfreak")
Candiac Québec Canada
Other releases
Drums
PLUS
Russell Edwards ("fergusthunderthumbs")
Melbourne Victoria Australia
Other releases
Keyboards
Jon Garcia ("JonGarcia")
Valladolid Spain
Other releases
Bass
PLUS
John Heavern ("Deeptrope")
Charlotte N Carolina USA
Other releases
Spoken Vocals
Michael Orr ("Mcorr57")
Port Townsend WA USA
Other releases
Harmonica
Eduardo Diez ("Bazarraco")
Mordor Spain
Other releases
Creator & Guitars
Artist's Notes

Aftermath: blown away by the winds of change

Guitars recorded at Guille Sound & El Trastero Studio

Special thanks to "stnbrgrbass" Paul Willis

Lyrics

John Heavern - Aftermath 

Implosion of reality 

hits frozen eyes of disbelief. 

A buoyant face has been displaced, 

his voyage drifting out to sea.   

 

A changing world has passed me by, 

I wander through the streets. 

Estranged and lonely deep inside, 

a ghost with only memories.   

 

Time has shifted and my ship is blown astray, 

Passion drifting in an ocean tainted gray. 

Nothing left to convey, too late to alter my path: 

guess it?s time to just face the fact. 

Choices hold me at bay, I float in wakes of their draft: 

livin? life in the aftermath.   

 

Present day leaves me back, 

my body ages, dreams collapse. 

On display as just a laugh, 

I?ve faded into aftermath.    

 

A stormy cloud surrounding me 

with every step I take. 

The warning signs are crowding me, 

eventually, I separate. 

I?m trapped inside menagerie, 

a distant state of mind. 

My shadow has no gravity, 

reality is redefined.   

 

Time has shifted and my ship is blown astray, 

Passion drifting in an ocean tainted gray. 

Nothing left to convey, too late to alter my path: 

guess it?s time to just face the fact. 

Choices hold me at bay, I float in wakes of their draft: 

livin? life in the aftermath.    

 

Convention is exhorting me 

in ways I can?t relate. 

The present day?s ignoring me: 

archaic visions have no weight.   

 

My link is shaky to progressive chains, 

some think I?m crazy, just a bit insane. 

A mind has drifted off to live the past, 

but still existing in the aftermath.