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Damian DeadLove posted in the group Music is Art
Music fact: Steve Vai plays guitar on this one check out that solo..
“The blind king has secrets dark and morose
He’d like it if we were like him
All the dark days spent in the maze
Have made a new man of him.”Lemmy Kilmister
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Damian DeadLove posted in the group Music is Art
Very underrated band. I’m a huge fan of the group, but most of all Vito Bratta is an amazing guitar player. I did a Backstage episode on this band.
“You can walk out through this open door
Just like so many times before
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Read MoreBlood and bad breath The taste of morning Blood and coffeeAnemic breakfast Blood and kissesDrowning in dreams Blood and bladesSink deep in flows Blood and loveA prisoner inside myself Blood and beerDespair to be savored Blood and silenceEmptiness thinks Blood and snowI...
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Read MoreI would love to watch every sunset with you Admiring the array of colors across the sky Feeling the warmth of rays as they fade away Appreciating the pretty clouds roll by I could sit and watch every dusk by your side Seeing that...
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Beautifully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you Damian.
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Benjamin Scraps posted in the group Music is Art
What many may or may not know is that I am perfectly comfortable with being what most reputable intelligence agencies label as “compromised”. It’s fun, but it sure ain’t fer everybody…
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This drips with grit and shadow—each line a pulse of pain and dark devotion.
You’ve poured the body’s ache and the soul’s rust into a river of red, unafraid to bleed.