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Some new stuff with BHA

Jeremy — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 03:28:46 +0000

Big-Hired Assassin site has been revamped.
You can now ‘Hire An Assassin.
New Big-Hired Assassin album is almost done.
Listen to one of the new spoken word tracks…Booby Trap below:

Download audio file (BHA-Booby_Trap.mp3)

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Some new stuff with BHA

Freedom Of Existence | Phantom

Jeremy — Wed, 21 May 2008 06:43:22 +0000

This track was not on the Desensitize album, but was the last track that Greg recorded prior to his death.

Download audio file (FOE-Phantom-444.mp3)

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Freedom Of Existence | Phantom

Press Stuff

Jeremy — Tue, 20 May 2008 05:44:08 +0000

C.C. Chapman from accidenthash.com did this special podcast for OTP Records on 02.15.2005

Download audio file (OTP_Accident_Hash_02-16-05.mp3)

Live ROCKLINE interview with Robert Camassa featured on CYBC radio station in Cyprus (2005)

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A Cold Road To Follow

Jeremy — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 14:33:57 +0000

This track was recorded back in 2006. It was my second GarageBand track and the melody/words were improvised on the spot. The craziest part about this is that the microphone that was used to record the vocals was the actual internal mic on my MacBook!

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Where the darkness stays upon you
Where you stay for years
It’s just like time to take upon you
Could I find you there
It’s a cold road to follow
Harder than you think

Better not be looking over your shoulder
Because there’s a lot of people there to see
If I was gone from your vision
A deafening sound to your ears
You think it’s over, but it’s just begun
Time to take it home my dear
Time to take it home
Time to take it home
Time to take it… home

Take it home

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A Cold Road To Follow

North Country Blues

Jeremy — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 08:57:06 +0000

I recorded this Live studio cover of Bob’s song (The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan) back in 2006. He didn’t add a harmonica part to it, but I decided to do one anyway. Everything was recorded as is, completely live, including the harmonica. This was the first song that Dylan wrote from a female perspective. I find it to be a great story, and since I am from the North Country and really liked the song, I figured… why not.

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Come gather ’round friends
And I’ll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty.
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty.

In the north end of town,
My own children are grown
But I was raised on the other.
In the wee hours of youth,
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother.

The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door,
The drag lines an’ the shovels they was a-humming.
‘Til one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him.

Well a long winter’s wait,
From the window I watched.
My friends they couldn’t have been kinder.
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner.

Oh the years passed again
And the givin’ was good,
With the lunch bucket filled every season.
What with three babies born,
The work was cut down
To a half a day’s shift with no reason.

Then the shaft was soon shut
And more work was cut,
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
‘Til a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin’.

They complained in the East,
They are paying too high.
They say that your ore ain’t worth digging.
That it’s much cheaper down
In the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing.

So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
Where the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking.

I lived by the window
As he talked to himself,
This silence of tongues it was building.
Then one morning’s wake,
The bed it was bare,
And I’s left alone with three children.

The summer is gone,
The ground’s turning cold,
The stores one by one they’re a-foldin’.
My children will go
As soon as they grow.
Well, there ain’t nothing here now to hold them.

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North Country Blues