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A torn and bleak echo exemplify
The pondering on memory over partial time
The years now clamp in twisted trials by
Your tribulation stretching out from console light
These voiceless screams ringing the veins inside &
How the demons reign when all temptations' high
A trailing down to rather close your eyes
For than to lift then up and offer lacking guise
You want to take her by the hands
Desires come with dire plans
This bitterness in motion;
A fluke infatuation
[chorus]
Visioned vices grope upon your functions
Which soon mope you into webs of the weaver
Restless whispers speak: condemning voices as you sleep
You try to dull them all, but you need her
A sacred oath would die to keep those bound-locked chains!
And still you'd strike a clove to greet that haunting day
You're a ridged ghoul, posing a statue stance
Though pumping neon blood watching her club floor dance
Your spoken words are spoken all alone
To walls of silent, sturdy, scratched-up, solid stone
To key in the code as to unlock the prize
Ask are her feelings the same, which she's entombed inside
To take away this pain or take away this plight?
In daze of finer times, to times dressed up in white
Plea for release to snowflake sky
To let her loose as ravens fly
Here winter holds you colder
That frosty friend-forgetter
[chorus]
Jolt upon your soul a rushing blaze
Of drowning senses as your world starts to teeter
A listless gaze retorts you in the mirror &
Yet you'd crawl one hundred miles just to feel her
This lustful longing lie that ties the noose in place!
And still you'd strike a clove to win that night embrace
[chorus]
Visioned vices grope upon your functions
Which soon mope you into webs of the weaver
Restless whispers speak: condemning voices as you sleep
You try to dull them all, but you need her
A sacred oath would die to keep those bound-locked chains!
And still you'd strike a clove to greet that haunting day
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A torn and bleak echo exemplify
The pondering on memory over partial time
The years now clamp in twisted trials by
Your tribulation stretching out from console light
These voiceless screams ringing the veins inside &
How the demons reign when all temptations' high
A trailing down to rather close your eyes
For than to lift then up and offer lacking guise
You want to take her by the hands
Desires come with dire plans
This bitterness in motion;
A fluke infatuation
[chorus]
Visioned vices grope upon your functions
Which soon mope you into webs of the weaver
Restless whispers speak: condemning voices as you sleep
You try to dull them all, but you need her
A sacred oath would die to keep those bound-locked chains!
And still you'd strike a clove to greet that haunting day
You're a ridged ghoul, posing a statue stance
Though pumping neon blood watching her club floor dance
Your spoken words are spoken all alone
To walls of silent, sturdy, scratched-up, solid stone
To key in the code as to unlock the prize
Ask are her feelings the same, which she's entombed inside
To take away this pain or take away this plight?
In daze of finer times, to times dressed up in white
Plea for release to snowflake sky
To let her loose as ravens fly
Here winter holds you colder
That frosty friend-forgetter
[chorus]
Jolt upon your soul a rushing blaze
Of drowning senses as your world starts to teeter
A listless gaze retorts you in the mirror &
Yet you'd crawl one hundred miles just to feel her
This lustful longing lie that ties the noose in place!
And still you'd strike a clove to win that night embrace
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A torn and bleak echo exemplify
The pondering on memory over partial time
The years now clamp in twisted trials by
Your tribulation stretching out from console light
These voiceless screams ringing the veins inside &
How the demons reign when all temptations' high
A trailing down to rather close your eyes
For than to lift then up and offer lacking guise
You want to take her by the hands
Desires come with dire plans
This bitterness in motion;
A fluke infatuation
[chorus]
Visioned vices grope upon your functions
Which soon mope you into webs of the weaver
Restless whispers speak: condemning voices as you sleep
You try to dull them all, but you need her
A sacred oath would die to keep those bound-locked chains!
And still you'd strike a clove to greet that haunting day
You're a ridged ghoul, posing a statue stance
Though pumping neon blood watching her club floor dance
Your spoken words are spoken all alone
To walls of silent, sturdy, scratched-up, solid stone
To key in the code as to unlock the prize
Ask are her feelings the same, which she's entombed inside
To take away this pain or take away this plight?
In daze of finer times, to times dressed up in white
Plea for release to snowflake sky
To let her loose as ravens fly
Here winter holds you colder
That frosty friend-forgetter
[chorus]
Jolt upon your soul a rushing blaze
Of drowning senses as your world starts to teeter
A listless gaze retorts you in the mirror &
Yet you'd crawl one hundred miles just to feel her
This lustful longing lie that ties the noose in place!
And still you'd strike a clove to win that night embrace
Visioned vices grope upon your functions
Which soon mope you into webs of the weaver...
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A torn and bleak echo exemplify
The pondering on memory over partial time
The years now clamp in twisted trials by
Your tribulation stretching out from console light
These voiceless screams ringing the veins inside &
How the demons reign when all temptations' high
A trailing down to rather close your eyes
For than to lift then up and offer lacking guise
You want to take her by the hands
Desires come with dire plans
This bitterness in motion;
A fluke infatuation
[chorus]
Visioned vices grope upon your functions
Which soon mope you into webs of the weaver
Restless whispers speak: condemning voices as you sleep
You try to dull them all, but you need her
A sacred oath would die to keep those bound-locked chains!
And still you'd strike a clove to greet that haunting day
You're a ridged ghoul, posing a statue stance
Though pumping neon blood watching her club floor dance
Your spoken words are spoken all alone
To walls of silent, sturdy, scratched-up, solid stone
To key in the code as to unlock the prize
Ask are her feelings the same, which she's entombed inside
To take away this pain or take away this plight?
In daze of finer times, to times dressed up in white
Plea for release to snowflake sky
To let her loose as ravens fly
Here winter holds you colder
That frosty friend-forgetter
[chorus]
Jolt upon your soul a rushing blaze
Of drowning senses as your world starts to teeter
A listless gaze retorts you in the mirror &
Yet you'd crawl one hundred miles just to feel her
This lustful longing lie that ties the noose in place!
And still you'd strike a clove to win that night embrace
[chorus]
Visioned vices grope upon your functions
Which soon mope you into webs of the weaver
Restless whispers speak: condemning voices as you sleep
You try to dull them all, but you need her
A sacred oath would die to keep those bound-locked chains!
And still you'd strike a clove to greet that haunting day
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Five years after the release of Winter Walk With Me, I was offered a proposal by my friend, Jon Grey; to make my track, Cloves, the theme song to his podcast, EvenHubs. Honored, I accepted, and then went through my old tracks, to make sure all sounds were accounted for with a commercial use license, and then to polish it up some for him.
Much to my chagrin, it turns out that the wavs I had were not compatible with the new software I now use. The original recording had been stripped of...well...pretty much everything. In fact, the "Bare Mix" is the exact tune left in its full form. That is all that remains of the original
Cloves, via STEM form. All I did extra, was master it through
majordecibel.com, so you can hear it as is.
So, that was kind of sad. But, when you have lemons, make lemonade:.
I pretty much had to "puzzle piece" the song back together again from scratch. In doing so, I managed to tweak the sound slightly, in its instrumental form, making it more clear and catchy, as opposed to the original track off the first Single, and Winter Walk With Me. During the process, I also made a mix off the obliterated original tune; taking that "Bare Mix", and altering into dance tracks (both vocal "Bock Mix", and instrumental version "Bore Mix").
I then took two other versions; one of my brother, Eric Hasenfang's,
mixes back in 2014, while he was trying to make the strumming beats more thumpy, as well as one the original Cloves version, and mixed them both. Each of these songs are a Lo-Fi version, along with crisper beats layered over the STEMS, to give it a meshed "Krunk" feel.
Eric's (”Brew Mix”) is sped up a little for a speedy rift, and the original
(”Buzz Mix”) is toned down to a "Chopped & Screwed" version. I also did a weird vocals tweak with the “Beer Mix”, just for kicks. So, there you have it. The Drab Bone Mix Collection, along with the Jon-Boy Instrumental Remaster! A fun few days of remixing and dabbling about.
Listen to original version of Cloves at...
Maxi-Single:
hasenfang.bandcamp.com/album/cloves-maxi-single
Full Length Album:
hasenfang.bandcamp.com/album/winter-walk-with-me
released March 28, 2020
This second take on an older single track, is to promote Jon's podcast, which can be found here:
www.eventhubs.com
EventHubs was founded in 2007 and is currently the largest website in the fighting game community. They specialize in covering all competitive FGC titles from Street Fighter to Super Smash Bros.
The site is updated daily by their dedicated staff, who look to inform readers and listeners of the latest news, technology, strategies, combos and tournament results happening within the scene.
If you're looking for the latest news about Mortal Kombat, Tekken, Marvel vs. Capcom, King of Fighters and other titles in the community, this is the first place you should check.
EventHubs' team is actively keeping up with the latest developments in eSports, and the developers and organizers who are pushing the genre forward.
CREDITS
Lyrics: 2020 Hasenmusik
All tracks mixed by Michael Thomas Hasenfang
Additional mixing on Drab Bone Brew Mix by Eric Hasenfang
www.facebook.com/haasmusic
Mastered through:
www.majordecibel.com
Tracks remastered for EvenHubs Podcast:
Special BIG Thank you, to Jon Grey & Co.
Cover artwork from:
www.pixabay.com
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