The Red Planet: Courage

An ooze appeared like a viscous red soup that drips when you tip it and plumps with more bread, a delicious red soup that will get you in the end. Where do we go and who do we follow, and will there be garments provided at the gallows? I’m sure we all know that siphoning is silly, but are we sure now that we’ve not gone too silly? A temper teem strut is like a thick board of white sashes, and I’ll let you know when I’ve got my own ashes.

Guys, guys, GUYS!

It’s red all over… the world is red!

Our world, this life!

Where will we go? What will we do?

Panicking won’t help…

Hellllppp!

HELLPPPPP!

Please someone, help us all!!!!!!

He screamed as he drove through the night.

The fires had been burning for some time now, so long, in fact, that he hadn’t realized it was 12pm the next day.

Safety was nowhere to be found except while always moving and driving the obstructed roadways in his 4×4 Jeep Wrangler. He knew it would come in handy one day, like for real, a bonafide challenge vehicle.

What he didn’t expect is all of this.

Where did this come from?

How did we get to this point without realizing sooner?

Why is it so hard to reach people these days?

I’m going through pain, and I can’t even begin to express what it feels like, least not without a long period of grief, and all gamut of other emotional positions I will soon sequentially occupy.

Time, the real currency.

So how am I supposed to convey to someone out there watching this unfold that I am in distress, like for real – bonafide!

How can I even begin to imagine what it’s like for someone else with a traumatic experience . . .

People mock you, in their little bubble half a world away . . .

I also think this outward pouring of love and charity has been amazing.

What I would like to see is a spiritual shift.

Spiritual meaning presence of mind.

Shift meaning collective presence of mind, or mindfulness.

Our Story is a way for you to help create the story of Life on Mars, the same name for music releases by the Cosmic Cowboys.

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January 8, 2020 1

Cosmic Home

A story about coming home

A character born in the abyss and raised by the sands of time

Moving into nothingness

A cosmic cowboy

Deep interstellar space is a place where I’d like to be. Apart from all the suffering of our own biology, and where we once came from in another form of matter. I’d like to be with you before I go splatter. The you here is we, and we are debris, from a regenerative force that continues to be… but where does it end and why does it matter? We’ll know sure enough when we go splatter…

A shadowy figure enters the doorway as my eyes lay claim to the rounded silhouette. I wonder if it’s him, the ragged drifter I’ve heard so much about around these parts. He walks with a limp from a shootout that nearly took his leg if it weren’t for the townspeople helping him. They were caring and providing for his well being throughout his recovery. I think we all should strive for the same fastidious presentation of purpose and community, especially when you’ve got an injured cowboy on your hands…

The next thing that happens brings a crowd to gather as he slowly approaches the bar… “a shot of root and bottle of your finest whiskey…” You see, cowboy here had a knack for the high life, what with his conquering riches amongst a competing vision of the land. He took what was in plain sight for the taking, while others sought to organize welfare systematically as a sliding scale of victory over the defeated.

I once saw a vision of the future in which all people were bubbling from a seemingly permeable force of love and understanding. I want to understand this further and I Think this is what should be the most important thing for humans…

Cowboy leaves the bar and heads out the door…

September 5, 2019 0

Maybelline – New Music Single

Listen to my new music single on Spotify, Soundcloud, Apple, iTunes

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Having grown up in the bar business, Riley operates Shannon’s bars, restaurant and entertainment venue with his family.

Over the past few years as the Shannon’s businesses have grown, Riley has endeavored to focus more on creating and playing music. His latest project is Life on Mars. Check out new music single releases every month!

Life on Mars is an Americana Music Album with eclectic elements that was inspired by a journey through Iceland in 2016. The song Live One writes about this experience, asking, “What’s it like to be a stone shot into magma bursting out?” From there the album took shape as a metaphor for life on Earth, what we’ve done here, how we’ve grown, our follies… and if we went to Mars, what would we want to bring and do differently?

Maybelline is about strength, diversity, equality and empathy for others.

News out of #Alabama is troubling… my new song “Maybelline” was written with #WomensRights in mind… the idea was inspired when my mom, sister and others attended the march in Washington 2 years ago! 💪 In the opening lyric I sing, “She wanted to go real far, like Alabama won’t you take me home to Mars…” 🎶 I did not expect the example would be so poignant and coincidental during the week of this song release… Fuk those idiots who try to regulate bodies other than their own! Choose #LoveoverFear ✌️☘️

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News out of #Alabama is troubling… my new song “Maybelline” was written with #WomensRights in mind… the idea was inspired when my mom, sister and others attended the march in Washington 2 years ago! 💪 In the opening lyric I sing, “She wanted to go real far, like Alabama won’t you take me home to Mars…” 🎶 I did not expect the example would be so poignant and coincidental during the week of this song release… Fuk those idiots who try to regulate bodies other than their own! Choose #LoveoverFear ✌️☘️ . . . . #lifeonmarsmusic #perspectiveinsound #OurStoryLOM #ourstory #changeisgoodforthesoul #alabamaabortionban #embracechange #guitarist #mybelief #humanrights #prochoice #prochoiceisprolife #criticalthinking #learntoloveyourself #beliefs #womensrightsarehumanrights #singersongwriters #newmusic #songwriting #whatibelieve #autonomous #autonomy #musiciansofinstagram #newmusic2019

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“She wanted to go real far, like Alabama won’t you take me home to Mars where I can sleep among the stars at night? She never cared for darkness. If we come apart at the seams, will we still share these old jeans? If we can’t stop fueling the fight, will we walk together tomorrow, or will we wash away? Will we wash away? Maybelline, Maybelline… maybe, maybe… never thought I’d fly without ya… Walkin’ alone again I’ve seen your face before and look at your eyes so blue, dressed to chill another Friday night. Why can’t it be just like this?” © 2019 Riley Hodges

Riley Hodges: Lyrics, Piano, Hammond B3, Guitar, Vocals
Rebecca Gurnee: Backing Vocals
Robbie Allen: Bass
Antoine Arvizu: Drums

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May 17, 2019 0