(Lee M) You can find more songs on that ghostly myspace website until more are upload here in due 'time.' Free albums will be released shortly but we accept donations of smiles from anybody and kisses from the misses, or blank CDs will do just fine. We also have our own website with song lyrics and pretty little poems for you to read. Dylan P was born in Possumville,CT with a family of 12 brothers and 8 sisters. At the age of seven he took his pet dinosaur Marcus and left with his guitar and tamborine to go out and play music so he could send shillings back home to his family to support them. Travelling through towns one night there were no hotels available through the spacious encaves between Rustown and Crud City, so he took refuge amongst a Millhouse by a thick stream for the night. Unpacking his travel supplies, The area was far outward from the small silent town and full of deep forest and seclusion. After the fire was started and the area was sunk into by Dylan's comfort he noticed a ruffling of the leaves on the ground. The ground, starting to shake, It all felt a little odd, Just a bit strange! "There's no EArthquakes about these coordinates" he thought to himself. It was shortly after strumming his guitar out of habit and passing of time that these rumbles had occured. It shortly stopped after the playing. Hmm, How odd! He thought, but unalarmed by it due to the area's calm nature he fixed a small meal over the bonfire and heard the rattling of tree branches against one another as the local animals scattered amongst the area through the skies and up the bark. He picked up his guitar once more and started to play. A few moments later the local ground started to shake once more. Strange, Indeed! He kept playing, and the rumble grew faster. A crevice began to open beneath the soil in the ground and he started to see.... He started to see a hand appear out of the ground! A hand! Interesting... Because this was after the last crop of Zombies, no, it couldn't be that. He played more and more and the hand became an arm, and the arm became a shoulder... The sound of music conjuring this hand, Finally this.... He, He was fully emerged out of the soil! "Hey'a, You, Do you need some harmonica playin'?" He spoke again: "I thhouugghhtt I heard some strings playing, bending in the wind! Man, It's been.. It's been decades!" He came from a hole in the ground but without much interference from the confusion, They immediately began to play music. Later: "So why were you under the ground? Where did you come from?" Dylan had inquired. "It beats me!" Lee responded. "I've been there for a long while. The notes of music finally released me, or interested me enough to bust out of my hideout. The ginger-Ale and potatoes, And Cider and wheat to feast upon are all lovely at first, but boring after the first 500 years." "Well then, let us play music, To seal the enclosure" Dylan offered, and so tunes came outwards to fill the skies. Sattelite dished died in the air and some sort of majestic harmonic wave overcame, Reaching the sky with energies of highs and lows...