“Dreams Within Nightmares”

(Click Pics To Enlarge) These are some works form Ramble Co. that you can use for your zine or blog! They are meant to be read color by color, with each individual shade making its own complete idea, and then all together at the end- combining each independent thought into one whole poem! Awesome right? I love these little poems, be sure to tag @ramblecorecords or @haunting.you on insta if you use them!!!

 

Long Sought Rest - "Negative Space"

the road less traveled is the only road
when you've got no home
you're just wandering
make a blood offering to my sadness
cos somehow i'm still standing
existence is a trespass
degraded, our bodies are passed out
like a pamphlet on 12 steps to recovery
my brain is worn out, it rots with insecurity
my words have no agency,
i have no fucking identity
i'm not okay, but it's okay
i just can't stay
i'm going somewhere
i don't know, it don't matter
but moving, to me, is the only thing that matters
would you pick up your phone
and tell me everything's gonna be all right
tell me that lie
the voices inside my head
yeah the voices inside my head
are telling me i should be dead
they're telling me i should be dead
well, i just try to tell them day after day after day
to wait till tomorrow
well, i'm just trying to get through another day, another 40 hours
sometimes the last resort's the only way of getting any power
oh, i'm not okay, but it's okay
i just can't stay
i'm going somewhere
i don't know, it don't matter
but moving, to me, is the only thing that matters
would you pick up your phone
and tell me everything's gonna be all right
tell me that lie
for too long, things have been the same
i've been in the same place too long to be sane
got a fear of missing out, i'm always thinking of checking out

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Cousin Boneless - "Point of You"

 Everybody's got soapboxes in their back pockets

Umbilical links to power sockets

Acting so shocked at the slow progress of their causes

As if virtual words could descend like rockets

Identity age has given way to wage slaves that crave the stage

Construct them from the confines of an online cage

The only book you reads a feed on a screen filled with meaningless drivel

Your brain lies shriveled

All these glass house stone throwing saints

Every acquaintance a prophet self proclaimed

If Sisyphus gets sick of this his mission will be stolen

Throwin' hissy fits and sippin' fifths it get our own ball rollin'

Sissies piss in the abyss thinkin' this is how we get growin'

The seeds of our beliefs finally feigning fruition

Siftin' through the symptoms searchin' for human conditions

But the cancer surrounds

No answer is found

No stance is profound

Just dance to the loudest sound

What we got's monotony

Rottin' for monopoly

Zombies of technology

Trottin' towards the top of the

Cliff but we miss the whole point of view

This shit is a diss on the whole point of

Jonas Goon-Face

Check out Jonas Goon Face on Tumblr. Loads of awesome material on the site. There are info links there. Contact him if you have an idea for some album art or want some comic illustrations/commissions done, he will make you something awesome. This amazing artist agreed to share his art on zinepool, so if you use an image in your own zine or share on your site- link back to the tumblr and contafct info!

Blackbird Raum - "Rubicon Drawn"

I've been trying to tell you 

This is just the lag time 

Waiting for the other shoe to drop When do we draw the line? 

Where do we draw the line? 

When do we draw the line? • If not when the river's dry 

I'd like to burn off the hat and mustache of the clown • Who runs the show

The illusionist and the whisperer • Presiding over cardboard cityscapes

When do we draw the line? • Where do we draw the line? 

When do we draw the line? • If not when the river's dry 

The storm is just a sheet just a sheet of tin • The grain is eggshells 

This is not music • It's doomy fanfare 

It's just bloodless • Escape artists 

Well I'm not one • Rubicon drawn

If not when the oceans die • If not when the river's dry 

Where do we draw the line? • When do we draw the line? 

Where do we draw the line? • It's just bloodless 

Escape artists • Well I'm not one Rubicon drawn

Brendan Roberts



Contact Brendan Roberts if you have an idea for a comic or illustration for something youre working on. Here is a strip he did for an upcoming zine being put out this fall.

Contact: Brendan Roberts



Jonas Goon-Face

Check out Jonas Goon Face on Tumblr. Loads of awesome material on the site. There are info links there. Contact him if you have an idea for some album art or want some comic illustrations/commissions done, he will make you something awesome. This amazing artist agreed to share his art on zinepool, so if you use an image in your own zine or share on your site- link back to the tumblr and contafct info :)

Cousin Boneless

I walk a daggers path through a city of masks
Eyes downcast because the walls stare back
Careful not to get caught in the current of the crowd
Mesmerizing sights hypnotic sounds
We know why you came to this part of town
Memories escaped and sorrows drowned
With my case I drop anchor 5 bucks place both bait and bet
My voice chums the waters 5 strings cast a net
Come, come make an offering to the dead
Lest they get restless half-drunk and half-fed
The human tides subsides I’m left alone to collect my catch
And cling to last call with fellow urchins
And the litter the living left

Thought you knew the odds
But the house always wins

Days N Daze

Empress Bridge by Days N Daze

a concrete monstrosity to replace the place you loved. you told me all those stories now those photos that you took are all thats left besides the memories. they tore it down brought in machines to lay the concrete paint the lines you didnt even get to

CHORUS: say good bye to something beautiful goodbye to something pure it seems that overnight those bastards changed the wood to stone that bridge might just have been the final anchor holdin' this ship down at port now they'll set sail for something better but find their compass doesn't work///.

a desolate wasteland a desert of pavement were spiraling deeper yet most are complacent the green has vanished and the grey has taken over (the world is becoming so monochromatic) when the sun goes down the stars dont shine the night sky is polluted with light and at dawn the smog fades colors in the sunrise

/// CHORUS///

a field for a blacktop a tree for a pillar unchain mothernature with stripmalls youll kill her a blanket of concrete to cover the planet they need it to live but they take it for granted so tear down and clear out and build up some more replace all the forests with theme parks and stores what the fuck are you waiting for go on drop the bombs

///CHORUS///

plant shovels in my chest to dig out any hope thats left replace my skeleton with rebar my blood with gasoline my heart is just a cold steel engine now my veins are copper wire i feel nothing except gears turning to pave the green away.

TheDead Left (Collective)

The Dead Left is an art and music collective based out of the NY tristate area.

The Dead Left Soundcloud.

MIGHTY KASEY

MIGHTY KASEY: "Born in 1911, this time traveling baseball player, musician was struck by lightning at a game in 1931 and has been traveling time since, influencing History and helping World events along. Has been from 350 to 2371 Influenced the creation of Santa Claus, Dracula.. taught Robert Johnson the Blues... Ben Franklin.. the kite experiment ,, stopped the TMI and Mayan disasters...and fought in WW2 twice and the Civil War once. Now the Guardian of the Free World, particularly the Western hemisphere , and the last known active OSS agent since its' disbanding in the Nineteen Forties. Time travel has slowed his aging process, but he is estimated to be about 375 through the many centuries past and present."

Chase Bartels

Chase Bartels Music/Contact

Well all aboard with your feet up high let your toes feel the wind from deep blue sky
Slip and slide took credit for all the violence another man angered the great god Poseidon
The timing just seems to good I want to burn all the false idols in Hollywood
Just like I said would probably heard that I should build a contingency plan from where I once stood

Set the stage, listen now, let them sing, be proud

Because you know how it goes bribe to let it go wash the other hand the angst that makes you so fucking bold
A beer thats cold, a fireplace thats warm, the first block we built henceforth
Concoction of the pulp and parking lot mixed in stew pot blood boils and sticks together into a clot
Lust I must but also with that hunger I’m going eat and spit you out like rolling thunder

Set the stage, listen now, let them sing, be proud

Chorus:
Nomadic Carnival Thespians
Please hurry don’t worry about the messy kitchen
The more I say the less that I know
This will be the foundation of a home

I don’t want to keep pissing, missing, kissing, finger licking, Oh lord save me from faceless remissions
Nightmares you don’t come back from, give me equations I’ll solve them put your stuff in back
Give me a song and I’ll strum one
Running like the kid in Fear The Walking Dead TV is my mirror and the end of book is my bed
Need to rest but instead I keep lookout up ahead keep watch over the homestead

Bio: (Soundcloud) Singer/Songwriter from the U.S. living in California. I first started busking in San Francisco's Tenderloin district and there I met a homeless man who called himself Sunshine Bear. He had a dog, a beaten down guitar, and a shopping cart filled with food for his dog and himself. I sat down with my guitar, we shared food and we played music together off Union Square. I kept seeing him day by day and playing music with him sharing money we made and food and after sometime he had heard a few of my songs. He told me "You know you're music is really unique like psychotic but poppy, its like dark psychopath pop!"
Every since that day that's exactly how I would describe my music. When I played gigs or busked in Austin people would ask me to label myself, I would say "I'm like a much sadder meaner Jack Johnson."

Strawberry Riot

I can roll cigarettes in the rain
I can climb on top a mountain
And shoot lightning in my veins
I can crush a lightning bug and make it die
I could do the same thing to myself
But I won't try

Seems like I gain a year every thousand miles or so
And I call into question the things I think I know
Like human apathy and friends and loyalty and
Punk rock unity and vast uncertainty

Portland isn't important New Orleans is nothing new
Sacramento didn't leave me mementos Sun City left me blue
I've seen enough parking lots and goddamn rooftop squats
To know it doesn't matter where you go

I can roll cigarettes in the rain
I can watch the lights dim and flicker in my brain
I can watch sunsets turn to sunrise
As the pupils grow and shrink inside our eyes

I feel like an empty gas tank
i feel like an unlocked car
I laid back down in the gutter
And I saw a shooting star

Kill The Locals (Distribution)

here is an amazing bandcamp distro archive of punk stuff from Pennsylvania. share it in your zine or blog!

Kill The Locals Collective/Distro

"Kill The Locals is the brain project of Jimmi Buskirk & John E. Knep. We then added the aid of Daniel P. Casanova and Jeff Kosa.... The goal is simply to help get our favorite local bands get heard. You can stream directly from the site, download any album you want and to order directly email jimmibuskirk@gmail.com"

Carl Lewis: Track and Field

Here's some awesome music from the UK! There are no lyrics posted on the site, but you could put this link in the music section of your zine!



Heres their facebook info too, for contact purposes: Carl Lewis: Track and Field facebook page.