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.

Rusty Things

from the song "bliss"

Our ears our ringing with a sound so curious resonates reason in our brains a taste of treason flowing through our veins we're singing our voices furious fueled by the fire in our hearts but ruled by salaries and shopping carts we say this for those oblivious went tides rise higher than before and when the suns aren't shining anymore betray this sense of remorse for us we never felt quit like this since ignorance is bliss we'll think this isn't real

We weren't ready for this existence or its consequences this world's a twisted place within us We bite more than we can chew indulgences instead of values have become what we wanted we wanted everything

The names of angels held less notorious than names of evil men at best in mobs in gangs who slay the innocent our children shall hold them glorious and don their faces on their walls and find them places on their pedestals a future far from victorious is likely what we're headed for unless we learned to live for something more the answer so much more obvious than why the moth flies to the flame and why we're dancing while we're lame and falling over

Copper Iscariot

Here's some cool stuff just posted in submissions. Make sure to check out the rest of his videos..

"Lions Cant Be Tamed" - Copper Iscariot

I hate the government and I hate my mind
cause I don't know whats true or not as I walk over lines
am I just another basket case or one of a kind
victimized by mk ultra propaganda drugs and time
and it seems nothing has changed..
is it getting worse or do i just feel no pain..
no lions cant be tamed...jus ask siegfried and roy about the one that got away...
and no one cares about you until after you die
but after your dead youve got facebook friends for life
as politics divides our nations circus morality,
i forgot the words again so i dont know what im saying

Black Rag Graphics/GI Shane Productions

Black Rag Graphics is a graphic design company that brings you unique hand drawn and/or computer generated art including silk screen patches, band logos, and flyers. Contact them if you want some cool stuff made!

https://www.facebook.com/blackraggraphics/

Also, here is a link to a booking, management and show production collective from Olympia Washington. 

G.I. SHANE PRODUCTIONS

Out of System Transfer

When we first came to the end, you tried hard to pretend, you were shocked and surprised, it rang hollow.
'Cause just who'd you hear say, that it'd be any other way? Just whose sweet, charming lies did you follow?

Chunks of the Cyclone, warped and scattered.
Belt Parkway stopped around the bend.
Ain't nothin like storm clouds over Manhattan, to get you in the right mood for the end

Now, just where'd you get the gall, to think you'd never fall, and just when and by whom were you so anointed?
And that first fish to grow feet, and step out of the sea, you must think he'd be so disappointed.

Wonder Wheel washed up on Staten Island.
Just glad it made a hundred years.
Ain't nothin like storm clouds over Manhattan, to put perspective on your fears.

At last, have you nothing to say, have you nothing to drink, have you nothing to prove?
At last, have you nothing to preach, have you no one to reach, have you nothing to do?
At last, have you nothing to save, nothing that might remain, is this nothing to you?

Now, just what d'you want to hear, to calm your rage and fear, with the signs of your doom all around you?
That there's time to see the light, that you've fought a real good fight, that it won't be the same without you?

Parachute Jump is halfway under.
No one's sure quite what that portends.
Ain't nothin like storm clouds over Manhattan, to get you in the right mood for the end.

Now the boardwalk is in tatters, and the bridge is in decay,
But the stars are shining brightly, hanging over JFK.
And I think I saw a mountain lion on the Palisades.
And when Inwood Hill meets Central Park, at least we'll all be sitting in the shade.

Saw Mama

Mannegishi

D. Bramble

and what will we do?
to make our way through this world,
carrying the bones we carry.
ill try to stay true
and ill try to stay free
and all the possibilities I see are coming down upon me
and as they make their way into my world I swear I hear a warning
"youll be sorry, if you don't take your own way
if you leave yourself behind."

and I hope that I don't fall down dead
and if I did do you think that
they would listen to the words that I have said
and if that's what I gotta do
ill just sing my song to you
and all our hopes and all our dreams
they will be washed right down the stream
if we don't take the time to sing
are you with me? I can see it in your eyes
don't wanna leave yourself behind

Local News Legend

Check out a new album by Local News Legend from Pennsylvania!

i wish that there weren’t politics
cause everyone seems to get a kick
out of letting some big ol company
run their boring lives and my country

have you ever left your state
have you seen all the changes that people can make
have you tried to even take a stand
instead of pledging your allegiance to the man

there’s lead in the water and shit in your head
your lovely representative wants you dead
all the protests for the men who died
have given up saying at least we tried

i wish that there weren’t politics
cause everyone seems to get a kick
out of letting some big ol company
run their boring lives and my country