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The Knowing Experiment

by Earth Snake

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Douglas Gruening Just when we thought the music scene here was all but hopeless, Ed comes flying out of the back 40 with some of the sickest tech-death this town has ever heard. If you don't have this in your collection, you're fucking up. Favorite track: Throb.
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My 2nd Full Length Album.


released January 14, 2012

Earth Snake is:

Ed "[tESs]" Stanley - Guitars, Bass, Synths, Programing and Drums.

Produced by [tESs].
Mixed and Mastered by Tim Gaskell.

Recorded and documented at Trinity Gold Media Studios in Napa, CA.

[tESs] would love to especially thank (in no particular order): Mom, Dad, Terry Stanley, Terry Farron, Tim Gaskell, Maggie Guevara, Erik Holland, Brandon Zahursky, Everyone at Trinity Gold Media, Alain Shaboon, Tino Molinari, Stefan @ SF Intercom, Joshua Ornelas,, The League of Extraordinary Djenltlemen, Kenneth Lauguico @ Hi and Bye productions, as well as my close friends and family for all of the unconditional support throughout the years. I love you all. Thanks again. This is only the beginning.

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My name is Ed. I have been writing for Earth Snake since 2009. All official Earth Snake releases can be found, listened to, purchased and/or downloaded for free here. Thank you for listening.

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Track Name: Pencils On Our Canvas ("Precursors" ft Erik Holland)
I'll take this up with you.
Until these tears bleed down,
A waking sun rises at noon to bring the plague.
And all this shame, I break.
The gaslight reads infected with seconds to blow.
You cannot just say goodbye
And expect my heart not to skip.

Red, Torn and Empty;
Like this pack of cigarettes.

These stakes are deeper then the space we live.
Rip them out.. and call me Shirley.
Have you ever held the hand of a star?
What more do you want?
I can only give you so much.
You ripped out my heart, and fucked it up.


You cannot tempt me under this throne
Pieces of this chest are laid down under this burden
Of you and me.
We lay without remorse.
We lay on our backs... but that's not dirt baby.

Tell me, do you still love me even though you broke my heart?

[Tip-towing on these crutches; through these chambers of dust and dawn. I will not touch the ground—for I know this lava is cold. I can only speak my mind with my words, baby, so you're coming with me.]