The Cyclone Waltz​/​Slugs singles

by Our Maddest Edges

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One hand on the bible, One behind her back. Too long in denial Two hearts kept apart Just say you love me and I'll be your baby, it’s maybe or never, decide now! Dance the cyclone waltz. Maybe I'll be there and Lately, I've felt it, I'm Breaking down castles inside, now. Let the sun shine through. Focus on the beauty Not on what we lack You suffer from giving Me from holding back Trapped in a cyclone, your feet never touch down You’re spinning in circles imbibing Potions, prayers, abuse. Maybe I'm strong enough To quell the cyclone or Perhaps it will lift us both up Find the will to choose You come to me, with Spirit so lonesome Too long... You come to me, with prayer so sacred to love no one before you love yourself; to love yourself.
2.
The straight city lines clamp my brain, push me forward down a tight, black tunnel. Thighs pump in lugubrious haste, giving chase to the bones of those who couldn’t keep pace; churning in monolithic waves of burping charcoaled waste. An unfriendly reminder that people don't get kinder when you hinder their mind with sine waves undulating between gas lighting and mad hyping. These fine lines in the sand might not be drawn by the toes of a man, but by a tightly coiled side winder, ready to drag any taker down to that glowing hell. Their bloated, sweaty bodies scrape against mine, unaware of our connection. A crusted growl fowls the ears of a passer by, smoke scolds in jealous whispers, and a box of chewed up chicken bones scatters across the sidewalk, like a voodoo ritual for the ghosts of futures lost. Four loko, impossible burgers, peanut brickle and 600 types of deep fried fuckery leak from their every orifice, in perpetual hedonistic suicide… No passion in your replies No sunrise behind your eyes The life force inside you is fading The visions we once had Froze flash like Pompeii ash If wishes were horses then beggars would ride Out in the sun Out in the sun
3.
I am divinely guided and protected. I am one with the power that created me I am a beloved child of the universe, and the universe lovingly takes care of me. I am totally open and receptive to the abundant flow of prosperity that the universe offers All my needs and desires are met before I even ask. I rejoice in others successes, knowing there is plenty for all of us I love myself, therefore I live totally in the now, experiencing each moment as good and knowing that my future is bright, joyous, and secure. I love myself, therefore I totally release the past and all experiences, I am free.
4.
Don’t mean to grandstand, but I’m feeling wonderful Just like a songbird, singing my elation I see that fight stance, I counter with a punchline I leave the one eyed cult seething in frustration You bring your best dance, I’ll bring my song of triumph, These simple joys are built in our foundation. There are no last laughs, Only flirtatious quips Nothing but everything you’ve always ever wanted. All great spirit, buzzing with elation All I feel is love All I bring is love The long divide from eye to I, seems not so long, and not so wide Bending space and sucking time, when we are one, I never mind.

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In the context of Peculiar Spells, both Cyclone Waltz and Slugs appear in the midst of a medley, meaning the beginning and ends of the songs were modified by the flow from the previous/following track. This gives you them as stand alones!

Also, I decided to sneak the 2 secret songs on the album onto this single. Why delay? I couldn't get the physical copies made in a timely manner, so I'm not gonna keep the music and potential healing from anyone.

In the flow of the concept, as 'Red Giant' fades out, our minds are calmed by the 5 minute silent meditation, only to be awakened by my fibonacci tuning forks in 'Divinely Guided'. The words of Louise Hay, once again, read by Whitney, this time affirming our beautiful evolution after the turbulent transmutation of the album. This track was meant to be listened to over and over again, to create a positive, loving and forgiving mindset, so that you may heal. Start it and meditate for 5 minutes and let the forks bring you from your meditation; keep your eyes closed, taking in the words.

We are bumped right into 'Stay Gold' which is one of the most, if not the most positive song I've written. This is what is waiting for those who have the patience to see their changes through. Unyielding positivity and seeing the world for its beauty. The playful tone switches to one of calm power and confidence. That end, with that huge riff in 5/4, is one of my favorite I've ever written. The solo is by Frankie Groscholski; an old friend and the current lead guitar player of Cowboy Mouth.

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released November 20, 2023

All songs and lyrics written by Jeffrey Conner.

Jeffrey Conner- Vocals + Guitars + Bass + Synth + Percussion
Brendan Clarke- Bass
BJ Kerwin- Drums

Kim Gravatt- Flute
Alisha O'Malley- Violin + Vocals
Brooke Hartley- Cello + Vocals

Mike Miller- Trumpet

Frank Groscholski- Lead guitar

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Jeff Conner Baltimore, Maryland

Eccentric weirdo with a Grunge core.
Jazz, Metal, Oldies, Prog, Classical, Hip Hop, Reggae, Avante-Garde, pre 1980 Country, the list goes on.

Health & Wellness, Alchemy, The Occult, Regenerative Agriculture, Nature, Psychedelics, Fitness, Art, Meat, and Wild Women.

Check my new psych rock band I sing for, Crooked Plants, and old project I toured with in my 20's, Eat Your Neighbors.
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