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Genre:	Hard Rock
BPM:	140
Released:	April 2020
URL:	/sndblnd.co/4Cwk

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Composition

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Sound Recording

	Steffen O ("stoman") Mix & Mastering Aachen Germany	More
	Chris Bouchard ("dwfreak") Drums DWLand Woodshed Canada	More
	Russell Edwards ("fergusthunderthumbs") Keyboards Melbourne Victoria Australia	More
	Jon Garcia ("JonGarcia") Bass Valladolid Spain	More
	John Heavern ("Deeptrope") Spoken Vocals Buffalo New York USA	More
	Michael Orr ("Mcorr57") Harmonica Port Townsend WA USA	More
	Edu The Giver ("EduTheGiver") Creator & Guitars Mordor Spain	More

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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.