Odin Punch

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lyrics

It’s on til it’s gone.

I’m coming live from this landslide, trying to find a point of you.
Lifting my weights at the bar, racking my brain for the reasons I do what I do.
Lacking the means to pay all my dues, counting in threes and moving in twos.
Consuming the beat and becoming the muse, Feeling the heat-
From all those summer nights, so lusty and nefarious, times were so hilarious,
I caught a busty sprite Aquarius, now life gets so precarious, so I live it like it’s ending. Catch the drift, I found the love I lost when I stopped pretending-
We’re on the same path and all the others have gone astray. Try to find a balance, smoking roaches in the ashtray. Looking for my coaches while I alley strut,
Listening to Cali-smut, breaking up that Oregreen. I’m on the road til bust, I’m smoking that coat-tail dust, I’m not like most of us, I’m craving the deeper waters. Stuck in the crust, on top of the cusp, Life is a bitch, but that is a crutch, this is my dawn until it is dusk, now watch me kill hours for minutes to busk.

It’s on, til it’s gone.
I keep moving the goods by finding the bids & seeking the truth to humble the kids,
Reaching for youth while breaking the skids, creating a movement to die in the rift.

I’m back on it, heavy hits of the chronic, a voice so analog, and yet it feels so electronic. Staring at the super moon, sipping the eclipse, base my timing on the lunar cycles of my lady’s hips. I work a double shift, and practice til it rips. I’m eating up the competition with my vocal trips. I’m riding tidal waves, a shifted moon consumes the planet, Staring at the sun and howling up at the Apollo Landing.
The ground is granted, my thoughts are tandem, This universe is never random, depending on your rhythm, consistency and vision. I make vivid tracks to follow; these conditions are hard to swallow. Yes, we’re predatory beings and we’re preying on tomorrow, so make timeless music, because all this time is borrowed. Hollow as the moon, as brittle as the earth. I make apocalyptic tunes; that’s just how I define my work.

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from Forth World, released May 29, 2015

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Device Grips Portland, Oregon

Flashy horns, vintage beats, crunchy funk guitar, power hungry bass lines, Vocals like titans, anthems of the demi-gods.
Forged from cast iron, sent to earth on meteorite: Device Grips is a creature birthed by Aphrodite and Mars {son of Zeus}

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