Timber Timbre is a Blues group from Canada, I beg you to check out their thrilling, slow burning tracks. If I could force it into your brain, you’d be listening to these two tracks

Magic arrow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icJOkfS7ImA&feature=fvwrel

And, Demon Host (which has a chilling video to match)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tfw8SqeFEE&feature=related.

These two aren’t here, nor are they there. not sure if they are anywhere. If you have seen these two individuals, please let them know I said “Hi”.

Jerp Hasn’t been here lately. 

Is a floating brick

Is a dramatic gaze

is a work-safe paradise

Is a workers compo guide book

Is a sacrificial worship

Is also quite loose..

thankyou for your time, jerp is here cause he’s not fucking there. where did he go?

Well it’s far and away, not my place to answer
Any query of life at all, but I believe
Those who can choose and choose to stand in silence
Do a great disservice to those who cannot speak

And you may well decide that the right is clearly wrong
But don’t just blindly back the other side
We’ll be just as fucked with all of our money gone
Not just for you, you decide
Millions more are dying for you to try
Looking in from the outside

I’ve been wracking my brain, I wish someone could answer
What duty do I owe this life? Am I to believe
That in just 20 odd years of existence
One could be burdened by the crimes of racism and industry?

Still I had to laugh at the anger in my eyes to realise liberty and equality
Often find themselves fighting on different sides
That’s not our plight, that won’t stop the waves and plagues
But it don’t mean we can’t be timeless in our time
The guilt that I feel as a white kid is an Adam & Eve of kind
See we’re all born into sin
The sin of the father’s passed on to the child
To him and back through time
Tried to see more evil in the world than they’d leave behind
At least in their eyes
All right

So could it be that it’s our lot in life
To clean up the mess we left when we came so far, so fast?
It seems like it’s our mess, ‘cause we’re the first to realise it
It’s not glamorous and we must do it in spite of
Those terrible tribesmen who never perceived their own actions as crimes
Yet they’re both demanding justice
Yeah, well surely man, that can’t be right
There will come a time
When we finally look forward instead of always behind
I hope I live to see that day

Jerp

I hope the neighbours enjoyed NRBQ and Smog and didnt mind dad leaving on the speaker outside whilst we were at the cinema.

Oh and here is Unkle Fingers

In Jerp We Trust

A kind friend of mine lent me a fisheye. These are my findings.

Kind regards, Jerp