Odds​-​n​-​Ends

by Jeff Sampson

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Things that have been hanging around, or perhaps saw a wee bit of daylight for a wee bit of time.

"Hell Jar" features the amazing rhythmic synthesis of the Serbian artist, Alg0rh1tm. Free download, if you wish - just click on the track title.

"Hair Shirt": 10-11 years back, I was presented with the idea of a concept album based on the trials and such a medieval monk would go through. Not necessarily a European monk. This is the only work to come of it. Only voices.

"Beach Lament": Hank Tilbury created a beautiful instrumental, "Hot Summer Wind" that I've, um, "adjusted". Free download, if you wish - just click on the track title.

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released April 9, 2018

ASH 48005

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Jeff Sampson Colorado

no-rules/ progressive/ electronic/ experimental/ improvised and constructed

“...like being stuck inside a huge, haunted castle, straight out of Poe or Lovecraft, where nameless terrors await the unwary.”
— Cyclic Defrost

“...as if groaned by a lethargic vampire singer. ”
— ambientrance
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Track Name: Hell Jar (featuring Alg0rh1tm)
HELL JAR

caution in the initial steps,
dragging shadows past their usefulness.
beloved believing in their grieving
remainders are reminders of a shallow past.
cold are the thoughts intruding on desire
weighted threats enclosed the hollow throne.
vanquished reluctantly kneeling over mind;
spirit impaled upon the pyre.

lost traction again.
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning away.
that empty frame lying naked in the hall
determines all, the more I couldn't say.
aberrations on the trail lay waste to endless peace,
marking passage built on wanderlust in pain.
rain falls again, washing clean the tainted grief
leaving arrows in restraint along the way.

cried for help, but the damage was done.
turning, turning, turning, turning away.
reasons relinquished were second to none;
dead heart relieved to be a soldier.
crossways in the wrong time, head lost in the roar.
the wrong way reveals a malice grin;
nine locks upon the door, feet nailed to the floor
turning, turning, turning, turning within.
Track Name: Step Through the Valley
STEP THROUGH the VALLEY

waiting for acknowledgement, stamping out the time,
passing through daisies in cotton.
turning in a languid circle to re-knock upon the door,
believing i'm wanted.

trailing in bafflement, unrecognizing names,
smiling as if i'm in wonder.
buried in your questions, the demands are still the same
and i've no choice -
belief's distorted
to the anchored height of hospitality
laughing with cherished abandon
to play without effort
in the frank duality
of mutual acceptance.

i camp by the table
endowed with a spirit of patience
and i long for understanding
but accept the now present tolerance.
the cups carry warmth
but are blind to the reasons why
i really must be going.
Track Name: Tomahawk: Facing the Deep
TOMAHAWK: FACING THE DEEP

walking toward a fading treasure, resigned to the lessons of my pace,
the tines of losing restore surrender.

there is no flavor, there is no taste beneath the hidden story as cobbled wisdom, migrant storms unite to blast another theory.

perhaps a star will shine through the clouds tonight as may the river rise in shadows over light.

a classic case of nurture misguided by blind misogyny;
pretending warriors don't happen without a war to oversee.
timeless colors carefully deployed remain devoid of warmth;
heating moods resembling flameless torches marching solemn without discernible movement.

although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our ashes greet us and our shadows catch us aware of no one there to share.

you can't have it all and that doesn't stop you from trying.
you're ignoring the toll as the bells peel payment from the dying.
patterns near your shielded eyes reflect the grace of painted masks;
pretend there are no buried lies or peel the cover far beyond the sound and ask.
there's a path of infinite seclusion finding it's way through halls of illusion where last is indifferent and first is a lie.
there's a laugh of inefficiency tightly armored with complacency where bewildered are shuttered behind a very blind eye.

corpses rising relive the treason,
play the game, pretend you never cared.
studied reasons, plastic seasons remove the game that was never meant to sharing.
an action seen as hesitation, an action seen as degradation,
seen as normal conflagration in relationships -
teach them to behave.

although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our ashes greet us and our shadows catch us aware of no one there to share.
although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our shadows catch us and our ashes greet us aware of no one there to share.
although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our ashes catch us and our shadows greet us aware of no one there to share.
although the road goes ever on there comes a time when our shadows greet us and our ashes catch us aware of no one there to share.

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