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The Earthly Frames are a one-man-band from Maryland.
Posted 2 months ago
Status update on the Hoarding 11 Project:
1. Book is finished.
2. Game is in layout mode.
3. Film - Picture Locked. Almost ready to Mix and Master!
4. EP - Sadly… still a long was to go. But the “bones” of six tracks are ready to go.
Posted 1 year ago
Posted by Sam AB on July 24, 2010, 07:24 Man I have no idea how this Forum works. but I tried to start a new thread called shares and I can’t find it sorry dude. anyways here’s the file I got for anybody whocares. you can use that media fire. it seems to work real good. Gabe, reading this again your one weird dude. Is this like one of those treasure hunt things you always used to try to get us to do in high school? -Sam
Posted 1 year ago
“From Sammy to Steve where theres some grass carpet that squishes when you move your feet”
Sent in by Erin Holloway
Posted 1 year ago
Good as Gold from Earthly Frames, Volume 1
Are we still awake?
There’s some things I have to say…
‘Been thinking about what’s at stake
Hear me and decide, then we can say at least we tried.
Don’t know how we hide, look out the window - you can’t deny
As this house settles into stone it’s like a solider who’s coming home
I don’t think it’ll stand ‘till we’re old and that’s when you say ‘We’re good as gold’
For years every step outside, seemed a trap.
Every telephone ring a chance to snap.
But I hope you know you’re my way back.
And of course you’re so very right, for you to question my second sight
What good is it just to see only misstep and misery?
Hear me and decide, then we can say at least we tried.
Don’t know how we hide, look out the window - you can’t deny
As this house settles into stone it’s like a solider who’s coming home
I don’t think you can stand me ‘till we’re old and that’s when you say ‘We’re good as gold’
Posted 1 year ago
Pike from Earthly Frames, Volume 1
The sand-light plays the wrecking ball to the timeline.
Was it last rights or only shades confirmed?
I know now what I seek to see
Tripping, trapped along the long wadi
Right now, I hear you call from the dead sea
So you tell me if this be heresy
My son, my son, my holy ghost,
the moonlight sand - our only host.
I know now what I seek to see
Tripping, trapped along the long wadi
Right now, I see you crawl from the dead sea
So you tell me if this be heresy