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whats up man, just stopping by to check out your site and to let you know that we have a lot of cool new music that you might want to listen to. our two sites are www.jeejuh.com and www.soundclick.com/jeejuh

Yes, Marmaduke is going through a "face lift", as well as Maudlin Matter. They haven´t been mixed yet but they will be on the cd as well as three more songs nobody haven´t heard yet! Thanks for asking!

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cool stuff you got keep it up

Hi Avalon,

Thanks for the kind words... coming from excellent artists like you, I feel honoured! I am listening again to your great songs...really, really amazing !

Best Regards,
Paul

Hi Avalon!

You have some really great songs here! Very well produced and played, the vocals are also amazing! I really loved your sound...
Congrats guys!
Best Regards
Paul

'THE DREAMER AND THE DREAM'
as told by Bruce Henninger, percussionist for AVALON USA

(This is from our upcoming CD. )

(SWAMPFIRE)
It started with a dream.
Actually, it all began way before the dream, years before, in the
mind of a man the dreamer had never met. You would probably know the
place he made, but I can't name names (copyright laws can be such
messy affairs). Suffice it to say that our dreamer dreamed himself
into his own version of this place, drawn by the comical, friendly
innocence and simplicity of the inhabitants of this land.
A nice place to visit, but…As the dreamer quickly discovers, there
is an unwritten law against leaving this land - which might not have
presented any problem, were it not for the fact that unheard wears
the appearance of one of these mythical folk, and none of them have
guessed that he is actually a stranger among them.
Time for a modicum of subterfuge…the dreamer conspires with himself
to play the part thrust upon him, while at the same time laying
plans for a quiet, unnoticed getaway, so as not to disrupt the
harmony of this dreamland. But as they say (who are they?), the best
laid plans may burn your bridges in a pig's eye … his scheming is
discovered, and the dreamer must fell toward the edge of
consciousness, seeking to wake up before all hell breaks loose.
Some of the town's most prominent citizen's pursue this new fiend
that has shown itself to be in their midst; perhaps they're not
quite sure of what they are doing -
-and then the dreamer wakes up. But the dream, now tainted with
reality, continues…
The dream creatures have chased him to the end of a swampy lake: the
line between dream and
reality. Trapped, the half-awake dreamer supplies his dream self
with a gun …and the dream-folk
grind to a halt in disbelief, for they recognize that this
particular weapon, forged by a partly wakeful
mind, is thoroughly capable of killing them - a jarring realization
for the beings who would otherwise
immortal, to whom death is unknown, talked about but never
experienced, for how can dreams die?
The dreamer, who was basically a pretty all-around decent type of
fellow at he start of all this,
Implores them to understand that he doesn't belong there, that he
doesn't want to hurt anyone
But must be allowed to leave. The dream-folk can do nothing to stop
him at this point; the power
Of the impending reality is too strong. A boat has appeared at the
shore, a simple wooden rowboat.
The dreamer steps into it and pushes off, and still the dream
creatures are reluctant to let him leave,
for they know that when he finds wakefulness, he will cease to
exist. Sure enough, as the boat moves
far offshore, an enormous face rises from the water to confront the
dreamer: it is the face of the real
person that he is. Face and dreamer both vanish. The dream-folk turn
and head back for home;
They can't say they didn't try…

(BRIEF RETURN)

You'd think he would have learned after all that, but some time
later, the dreamer returns to this
place, unable to keep himself away. He wears the same shape as on
his last visit, and the dream-folk
recognize him for what he is. They still remember his first stay
among them, and they are fearful of
what he might do further. Struck irrational panic, these normally
peaceful, fun-loving creatures
decide this stranger must die. A rope is strung from a tree atop a
small hillock, and the noose slipped
around the dreamer's neck… not exactly the perfect way to end a
pleasure trip. Just before our hero
is set to danger, one of the most highly-regarded and gentle of the
dream-folk comes forward and tells the
dreamer that it doesn't have to be this way, that maybe together
they can make the others understand that
this need not happen. The dreamer responds that perhaps this is for
the best: he doesn't want to keep
coming back to this place and causing so much unrest, and maybe if
he's hanged he'll return to this land
never more. The block is kicked, the rope snaps taut, and for the
first time, death has come to this mythical
world. The body hangs for a long time, silhouetted by the setting
sun; the dream-folk, shocked by what
they have don, cannot bring themselves to cut it down.
Their world will never be the same again.
But this is not the worst of it all, for something far more terrible
has happened: the dreamer wakes up to
the real world remembering this indignity to his dream self.

(JUGGERNAUT)

Each of us has many facets to our personalities, and almost
everybody possesses within them the
capacity for both great good and great evil. So much for the deep
psycho-babble: unfortunately for
the dream-folk, the remembrance of all that has been described here
has a profound effect upon the
dreamer's dark side. He once again enters the mythical place of
dreams, but this time in the aspect
of the JUGGERNAUT, a dark spirit of violence and fury. perhaps the
dreamer is not fully aware
of what is playing out on the stage of his subconciousness, but he
has armed the JUGGERNAUT
with the power to kill the immortal dream-folk as they once killed
his own dream journeyer.
The JUGGERNAUT arrives in the guise of a friendly old man, his true
purpose carefully hidden, and
comes to live among them for a long time, winning their trust and
confidence. After a year or so,
paper signs suddenly appear all over the town,, announcing the
impending arrival of a most unusual
carnival: PANDEMONIUM REVIEW, promising "twelve nights of excitement
and terror". Shortly
thereafter, the first of the dream-folk dies.
JUGGERNAUT singles out the one among them who physically most
closely resembles the shape worn by
the dreamer on his first two prior visits. The other dream-folk
discover him one morning, hanging by the
neck from the very same tree from which the dreamer had been hanged.
The rope was made partly of
dark reality, causing the victim to be killed. The townsfolk are
uncertain of what to make to make of
their discovery, but as yet none can guess that the twelve nights of
terror have begun.
The second victim is the overly-righteous blind man, a solitary
meddler who is always trying to stick his
nose into the affairs of others. The JGGERNAUT ties him up and sets
fire to the blind man’s home
but a special kind of fire: one that can burn dream flesh, and kill.
On the third night, the JUGGERNAUT accosts three small tramps,
brother hobos, and nails them
through their hearts, side by side upon the wood of their home.
On the fourth, it is the village beauty queen, a true Mademoiselle,
who meets her sweet end drowned
and sealed into a barrel of perfume.
On the fifth, the town's Deacon, partner in overly-moral crime to
the now-deceased blind man, is
crucified upon his parish wall, impaled through his hands and chest
by three sharpened iron crosses.
With each successive murder, the Juggernaut’s power grows, and his
victims grow more helpless to
stop him.
The town grump, who is actually rather well-liked, is put to slow
death by the insertion of the poisoned
needles of a porcupine, while the unofficial constable is
skeletonized in an acid bath, his bones then
propped up within his uniform in front of his abode - a mocking slap
at law and order.
The town matchmaker, a bi***y spinster, is locked into a lethal iron
maiden, a spear-lined sarcophagus;
the shopkeeper, universally known as a miserly money-grubber, has
his eyes gouged out and replaced
by two rolled-up five-dollar bills; another of the dream-folk is
skinned; and the resident
scientist/philosopher, who has always made a big deal over how smart
he is, is found with his brain
cut out and pickled in a jar of formaldehyde.
In all of this, the dream-folk never once guess that their murderer
is the kindly old man living among
them, who can transform himself at will into the destroyer of the
innocence.
On the twelfth night the JUGGERNAUT goes

Hello Joel,

I'm sorry for not being able to get back to you sooner. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your very kind comments. I really appreciate it!
I had a chance to listen to several of your songs and I enjoyed them very much. Best of luck to you guys and a very happy and successful new year to you all. Sincerely, Joan Morbée

Very nice work on "Once stood a Man" and hey Joel, I love this new look to the website!

Sincerely,
Neal Allen
SouthernLogic & Ash
http://www.evor.com

uploading more new songs !

Thank you Carmelo
VEry grateful for the complement!

One of My favorite indipendent Bands in my Music Collection AVALON USA's !!!!!!

Check this Band out.

Great Music, great lirycs Great Band !!

Carmelo

Suicidal Poets

http://www.evor.com/suicidal_poets.html