Poetic Records is a thoroughly fed up, Glasgow based record label run by two barely-functioning alcoholics: Fingers McNeill - an utterly indifferent yet cynical bastard with an emotional on/off button, and Half Man Half Debauchery (World's Strongest Man Runner-Up 1997) a self-loathing underachiever out to destroy himself.
If you think this sounds like an appalling foundation for a productive record label then you're probably conscious, but neither of these men care much for thought, so to think anything at all of them would be a waste of your own time. However, it is highly unlikely that Fingers and Debauchery will ever put out a record (even if you do it for them) so there's really no point in this profile.
Thank you for being our friend. We hope you will stop by http://www.uncledoodad.com/ and check out the live recordings we’ve posted from recent shows in Seattle, Portland and Bellingham. Lots more streaming audio for free on the site too.
This is a compilation of some of the poets/spoken word artist that bless our mic every Friday on Poetic Flows. The order of this list was soley determined by voters that visited Beautifully Spoken's page
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4 track EP, titled Call Signs, it provides the perfect introduction to
the band prior to the release of their debut album, Grappling Hooks, in
early 2010.
Our song "GOOD MORNING GLASGOW TOWN" has had over 350,000 hits on ReverbNation, reaching No.2 on their Scottish Folk charts + No.5 in the UK. Hope you like it too.
｡☆* Hi .. Hope alls well with you ,,i thought i would post the player again as it has lots of new tunes and 2 new vids now. Hope you enjoy 〩 and Hope you have a great day!!
Thanks 4 the ADDD! here is a lil sum 4 ya hope to hear back from you soon...
I am not my scars I know you see my pains reflection through the window of my eye Every let down, misconception, every hurt, and every lie. I try to cover up, yet my nakedness still shows, You see me, in my truest form, I am vulnerable and exposed. Sometimes the phantom of my past appears, though I try to forget Even when I hide it in the darkness, I still see its silhouette. So why do I regret…? These events are the fabric of who I’ve come to be Every instance like a fiber woven in my life’s tapestry. I can only look back for wisdom, I must let this be my strength But even I have yet to discover the true extent of its length. I have only gone so deep, on the surface it hurts so much When I feel my ugliness visible, I just want to cover up. But these memories, the pain from my past, and what I see… This is only an illusion, not the definition of me. I am not my downfalls, and I am not my mistakes, Yet when they look at me, this is all they seem to take. But look at ME, look into my soul… Look at who I really am, not the scars that clearly show. I have to remind myself who I am every day, Because everyone and everything tries to lead my mind astray. They want me to believe I am who they see me to be… They try to show me what I’ve overcome as if it’s still me. Will I live up to be the conceptions as they have made Or will I make my own path, let the past lie where it may See, I am not my scars, my scars are just the proof That I have healed from my afflictions, and I have made it through. -Fiyah Shoot ur email addy over to get on my mailing list! have a great day! =)
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