ION INDIE MAGAZINE February 2015, Volume 9 | Page 88

Music by TFP “Reflections of Me”

By Shawn Joseph
Hello once again my chaotic creepers. Welcome to the month of love. This time of year we get to reflect upon the things in life
that bring us happiness and sadness. No one is safe from the disease knows as love. It can make a person feel alive, just as
easily as is can make one feel completely alone in this world.
This month in particular I have had to face the torture of deciding between two fine works of art from the same musician. LOS
GILES out of Columbus, Ohio, along with his fellow musician, DONNIE DEAN, both of Columbus Metal band, SANS FEAR, have
worked together weaving these two fine masterpieces of audible artwork. I hope you enjoy as the never before double feather
is taking place right here, right now in Chaos’s Corner! After tasting these morsels please head over and check out San Fear
at the following places:
http://Fearwww.facebook.com/sansfearband
www.sansfear.bandcamp.com
www.reverbnation.com/sansfear
VICEROYS (Of the Void)
Lyrics by Los Giles/Music by Donnie Dean
Viceroys (of the void) like the sons of man, we rose above the odds.
And celebrated Victory with the nectar of the gods.
We danced beneath the pale moon till our bodies hit the floor.
We tripped the light fantastic, then dropped and tripped some more.
Like viceroys of the void, we stood tall the monarch the high.
We quickly played the wild card, on any given chance.
Which seems like super genius, when you’re chemically enhanced.
Unconcerned how the candle burned as long as it was lit,
To light the path we traveled on our way thru the abyss.
It was our moment it was our time, so young & reckless & fresh off the vine.
Like viceroys of the void, we stood tall the monarch the high,
And it ruled one and all we chased hallucinations, for years at a time.
Lost track of who and where we were, some even lost their minds,
Casualties of mortality, we’re born therefore we die.
Like Icarus before us, the price for flying high.
It was our moment, it was our time so young & reckless & fresh off the vine.
Like viceroys of the void, we stood tall the monarch the high,
And it ruled one and all,
like viceroys of the void, we stood tall.
RABBIT HOLE
By Los Giles
It's gonna take more than a potion