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Some Kind Of Hell. e​.​p.

by Alexander Joe Winterbone

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Face of an animal waking up mechanical heat like a fireball moving away from it all Yeah I still see his face showing in the wrong place never at the right time always in the back of my mind so I found myself a friend down the road we go again we come upon the wishing well got some time for kiss n tell I tell her 'bout the holy man the one who put his hand in mine how he hid his head low and moved into my shadow she said, I heard, bells ring I said, she heard, yells they said, they did, this n that there n then, here n now, Oh.. Now are you looking into the half light see me where the sun won't shine moving slow among the trees blood on hands, dirt in fist, dirty knees Hear a distant train go by wonder if we catch a ride best friend by my side eyes watching every move Going with the ebb n flow knowing every thing I know eyeing up the hungry ghosts see 'em moving in the shadows Look towards the Holy Man calling in the dead of night not for the first time see his bloody hand in mine I tried to put that world behind make it to the other side hurt so bad people cried And left me in the shadows We did, Watch that, man come Hot head, eye bright, not good Dark night, loud scream, over there I did, hear it, ALL..!! See the hole I dug, deep n wide I fell in love when she climbed inside Covered us with fallen leaves Find us here, hiding, in the Shadows They said, they did, all they could I said, they did, nothing she said, she could, make it work I said, she could, if she would So we took, that man, to the woods moved rocks, earth and stone Buried him, deep in, dirty hole Left him, turn to, Bone.....
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40,000 YEARS Out in the desert in a landscape so old I met an old prospector looking for gold he told me his tale of a life full of dreams where every thing’s real but not what it seems the endless wars have taken their toll he follows a trail forty thousand years old He's taking a chance... he spoke of the dark and the sound of its breathing the stones and their singing at night like the sirens the panning, the scraping, the digging of doubt the just one more hole before he pulls out.. an endless search for a secret untold on a well worn trail forty thousand years old I love this country I love this land. it wrinkles and folds like on elders worn hands red dirt on my boots in my socks and my nails travelling deep on the wallaby trails its endless horizons and twisting back roads following trails forty thousand years old I wait for a sun rise at Tcharkulta Rocks for the briefest of moments everything stops... . . . . day life is stirring and night life retreats minutes from daylight are seconds of peace from an endless night a new day explodes on a sacred trail forty thousand years old I’m dancing the dance

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an e.p. of one instrumental and for sung songs recorded in the winter of 2018 in deepest dark Northumberland

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released December 16, 2018

all songs by AJ Winterbone except 2, words and music by Simon and Garfunkel arrangement by Winterbone

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Alexander Joe Winterbone Seaton Delaval, UK

A Hobo,. Winterbone's life has always been connected to music. AJ takes listeners on an emotional journey with Gothic-Folk and Americana using guitars, ambient electronica, organic-beats, bass and blue notes.
A self-taught punk multi-instrumentalist and producer playing with the dark-side while singing to the darkness.
Looked down on by sun and moon.
Looked up to by his Dogs.
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