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

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

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."

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

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.