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Jeff Red

About Me

It was in the end of August. The summer persistently faded into fall and the last birds of the summer chirped for the self-lamenting and for the sad. It was in this frequent existing false-alarm, four men, with their horses, met in the great pub of decadency. They were all legitimatized dressed in black, this as a solemn sign of their freshly emancipation from the clinic of weaning. This clinic had caused a great lack of expressive result to all of the four horsemen, and they were now on a sacred meeting that would reclaim these lost years Big brother had stolen from them.
While they were sitting in the darkest corner of the pub, where the smoke laid mean and compact as the fog in Germany in the barren November, someone came up with a plan, a plan which resulted in great agreement. It was a plan comprising the courage of heroes and demons and the cruelty of Caligula and Mr. Crowley. As you can understand this plan was demanding and took a lot of effort from our four fighters, who now became more and more exited for what the future would carry in her bosom.
- Consider it done, they all said in chorus, while slamming their fists to the table so loud that their horses, who where standing in the cold, outside of the pub, got frightened and stamped the ground, and their monstrous snorting, which also was an effect of their unpremeditated act, could be heard all the way down to Hades and his friends
After a couple of more golden beverages, it was four concerned men who rose from the corner table and stumbled across the bar, ready to implement their plan.
Coming out of the pub, they untied their horses and proceeded down to the harbour, where their old friend Charon the Boat-holder sat smoking. After asking nicely for a boat, they could finally begin, and cover the first mile of the way to the end.
So out to sea they went, hopeful and impatient to cross the finish line. And now we’ve cached up with present time; The Four Horsemen, Jeff Red, tackling on the billowing sea, on their inevitable way to success and glory.
Please, support and follow our four men of honour on their way to eternal enjoyment!
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Member Since: 16/10/2007
Band Members: Martin, Simon, Jake & Dane
Influences: Old, wistful seatunes and a bunch of mexican rock 'n roll combined with wonderful segments of sudden south-american rage
Sounds Like: Deceitfully ripe country rock without refrains
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Vi dör, vi återuppstår

Visst är det sant, kära läsare, att ingen ros lever för evigt, inte ens den vackraste. Men misströsta inte! Endast de veka, och möjligen ett hundratal poeter, ser ett slut av fallna rosenblad, endast ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 20:10:00 GMT

Vi lever, vi dör

Likt en nyutsprungen ros blomstrade Jeff Red, och i dess grönska och grannhet skulle ingen, jag vågar säga ingen, misströsta, lida eller hata. Det var ett livets klimax som omfamnade närvarande själar...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 11:38:00 GMT

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Det fanns inga ord.
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 04:33:00 GMT

Telegram från ett gammalt bergtroll

Med kärlekens spirande vind i seglen har maskineriet Jeff Red gått i hamn. Av gårdagens låga finns nu blott en glöd kvar. Men glöden lever, ja o ja, kära vänner. Glöden lever! Men elden är inte lös. Ä...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 13:13:00 GMT

Med hamnlivet och kalmarsund för tiden

Med en bristande vardag lämnar vi nu sovstaden i jakt på de lustfyllda äventyren, det erotiska Aten och det ekivoka hamnlivet i Rotterdam. Förhoppningsvis hör man av oss, men om en rapport uteblir, rä...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:19:00 GMT

Rapport efter den lyckliga korvfabriken

Efter att ha slitit bland proletärerna finns det nu en hel massa arbetarblod som kommer kunna färga den kommande sessionen med ett lyriskt hat. Håll till godo.Tills dess, förbli sjuka.
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 07:21:00 GMT

oscar

Ja, vi lever! Men saker har hänt. Håll ut!
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 12:11:00 GMT

Angående senaste spelningen på L’Orient, sent om en försommarafton, 2008

Igår spelade Daniel bara fel hela tiden. Om detta bristfälliga beteende upprepas tvingas Jeff Red att vidta åtgärder.Annars var gårdagen en segerns dag, en befrielsens dag. Jeff Red visade återigen at...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 09:51:00 GMT

Jeff Red - Det sanningssökande bandet

Visst är det så. Livet är svårt, jorden är bräcklig, vetenskapen rik på kunskap men fattig nog på praktiska resultat. Och Pelle Gunnarsson sitter på sin kammare och röker John Silver. Det finns få som...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 07:04:00 GMT

Angående balen på Grönlund

Idag ska vi inte repa för vi kan inte bli bättre.
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 07:00:00 GMT