As The Incense Burns
Music and Lyrics by John Hunter

As the incense burns
Your volcanic eyes spit
As the river turns
You run to ride the rift
But the rocks they burn
And pull your feet swift
But the lock ain’t pulling you under
And you burn the rift

So now your faced with haste
And you run the pace quick
And you slap face of the
Splinter that’s breaking your eye
As you dig and sow the earth
With your steel hands
You lift your ice body
And slide it down the face
Of the mountain clean

Now the wind it gleams and steams
Your ice body
Melting your feeling the grip
Of the hard sand
Tearing yah, wairing yah, ripping
Your bones down

It’ll take years to fix the gears to make your engine steer clear
But at least now the phase
Is a clear valley
And the open space
Is a place you’ll face walking
With a mind that’s clear
And free of debree that’ll
make you veer.

Blame The Fall by hunter99band

Guitars, Lyrics, Bass, Drums, Songwriting by John Hunter of

Hunter 99

Mixed and Mastered by Matt Lands, CEO of
IndaMix Productions, Inc.

Lyrics

Gone down in cage
grab your rudder
you’ll only die
when tasered
with gutter

Your northern bow’s
the place on your roster
Your in the phase now
go tell your brother

Hang tight
we’ll lance
out the bottle
we’ll face the sun
and brand up
the rider

Your northern bow’s
the place on your roster
Your in the phase now
go tell your brother

Go tell your brother
Hey

Run bound in reigns
nab your offer
it only dies when paced
up with laughter

Your northern bow’s
the place on your roster
Your in the phase now
go tell your brother

Hang sigh we’ll
lace out the rafter
we’ll slap the face
and gun down
the riser

Your northern bow’s
the place on your roster
Your in the phase now
go tell your brother

Go tell your brother
Go tell your
Go tell your brother
Hey

Here’s some Poetry by John Hunter.

“This was done by playing some improvised guitar and having a poetic and lyric improvised rant. Then working out a short poem based on the same music and mood that’s in my head at the time. Here it is…”

Sliver

Sliver of dust/sliver of wound/Caught in the/running moon

Howlin yards of/broken feet/lifting dust/that block the heat

The sliver breaks/the sliver rakes/the sliver makes/the feet run and wake

For pain it states/and wakes from safe/belaters of morse/code fakes the chase