Kevin Trent Boswell

Roll

Roll – A trippy, psychedelic journey through space and time, nothingness and everything-ness, being and non-being. Take the ticket, ride the ride.

Recorded live at Lucky’s, in Wilmington, NC, by Magus & The Plastic Infinity.

Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Skip Eames – drums

Wayne – bass

Words and music by Trent Boswell.

Lyrics

Roll

When you lose control
And door dogs yelp for your soul
The world just frays apart
But we know where to start
To pull it back together
And this time for the better
Now we know we must let her
Slip inside our minds
She protects us in the climbs
We climbed a little too high,
Passed through the fear to die
We know that space and time
Is not where we stand
Don’t you think we would understand?
If we were supposed to know
But here is the matter at hand
We know how to roll
We don’t need no control
Over all that we have known
We know how to roll

II.

The world it moves too fast
Then it moves too slow
And then it moves too fast
But don’t you think we know
The confusion that we cast
It all comes back together
But never quite the same
Now you’ve been and you know
I was there and I saw you roll
I watched you lose control
Over all that you had known
Watched you pull it back together
And this time for the better
Now you know you must let her
Slip inside your mind
She protects you in the climbs
You climbed a little too high
Passed through the fear to die
But we know that space and time
Is not where we stand
Don’t you think we’d understand?
If we were supposed to know
Well here is the matter at hand
We know how to roll
We don’t need no control
Over all that we have known
We know how to roll

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For all of the really cool footage, photography and visual special effects, a very special thank you goes to all of the following people:

Eugene Vasilevich

cottonbro

KoolShooters

Stef

Tunnel Motions

Dmitri Posudin

Rostislav Uzunov

Joseph

Thanks to each of you for doing what you do.

The Gold, It’s In The…

This song is a Pink Floyd song that we did. This one isn’t very well known, except by the most hardcore Floyd connoisseurs. The tune is from an album entitled More, which was the soundtrack to an even more obscure movie by the same name.

Recorded live by Magus & The Plastic Infinity, at a club in Wilmington, NC.

Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Skip Eames – drums

David Fleet – bass

Lyrics

Come on, my friends, let’s make for the hills
They say there’s gold but I’m looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because I’m only coming along for the ride

Well, you go your way, I’ll go mine
I don’t care if we get there on time
Everybody’s searching for something, they say
I’ll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the sea
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don’t change

All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling
In those far distant skies
All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey,
Don’t expect me to stay

Music and lyrics written by Pink Floyd (Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Nick Mason and Richard Wright). All rights to the song belong to someone else, someone really, really rich.

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Into the Fold

Music video for “Into the Fold”. Song was recorded live by Magus & The Plastic Infinity, at a club in Wilmington, NC.

Guitar and vocals by Trent Boswell. All music and lyrics written by Trent Boswell.

Lyrics:

Into the Fold

Please bring me into the fold
I long for warmth from cold
I can’t seem to bear the load
And my anger like a stone

I’ve been let down again
They slip right in and call me friend
Lunged at again
I’d prefer another end

Before they leave, you know they lie
Infiltrate and try
To burn my hopes alive;
Cast my dreams aside

I need myself a family
That can protect; I cannot feed
The one I have is so in need

You see the way the story goes
The king is allergic to his clothes
The tragedy is known; it shows

I’ve no idea to ride
The coattails of another’s pride
But if it were to mean my hide
Suppose I’d give it half a try

It has come to seem to me
That the mafioso creed
Is a safe bet when in need
Of a haven in which to bleed

She will kiss and he will crunch
Her kiss hurts more, packs more punch
Unfortunately, not a hunch;
It’s all out to lunch

I need myself a family
That can protect; I cannot feed
The one I have is so in need

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Requiem For A Fool

When you hear that I am dead and gone,
Once it’s official and you’ve dried your eye
I’ve only a few very simple requests
With which I do truly hope you’ll comply

Little things, but the first is important,
So much so that I’ll say it over and over
You can pray or not; it doesn’t matter a bit,
But don’t forget to play Crimson and Clover

I don’t need a fancy, expensive coffin
Keep the money; I don’t need a new suit
Incinerate me and spread my ashes
Where trees and flowers will happily root

It matters very little to me whether or not
People say they’re coming or if they arrive
Please don’t allow anyone into my service
That I didn’t care for when I was alive

Unless I loved them ever so dearly,
Show them the door and tell them “Ciao”
I never wanted them around before;
I’ve certainly got no use for them now

Let everyone be happy and have a party
Pouring me a libation might be nice
If you do, do remember I like good tequila
Or bourbon (no Scotch) and Coke on ice

But sincerely, I don’t require any fuss at all
I don’t give a damn; for me, it’s all over
I really don’t care what you do, except…
Original (long version) Crimson and Clover

I could provide you with a whole playlist
Of songs I adored and loved to share,
But attention spans… most people only
Hear themselves; they don’t really care

Long story short, the bullet points are:
Tequila, bourbon, fire and ashes, no box,
Real friends only; not sure how to enforce
(Maybe a secret handshake or knocks?)

But leave me thirsty, in a wooden crate,
And invite my least favorite people over;
It won’t even matter, as long as you
Don’t forget the most essential thing:

Remember to play Crimson and Clover

Below is the video for Crimson and Clover, by Tommy James and the Shondells.

VIDEO:

https://youtu.be/XS0niyiKlcw?si=WsldE31Uf43wMRNk

Fear & Lies

Music video for “Fear & Lies”, a song from the album Flagship by Trent Boswell.

Lyrics:

Fear & Lies

Many are they
Who have whispered lies
Many are they
Who have made me despise
Many are the lies
And many who have heard
She knows that I could love her
If not for fear of that word

You know that I’ll try
Put a little sunlight in your eye
You know that I’ll try
Put a little shine in your smile
And you know that
You can come with me, anytime
But you know that I have fear
Of the fear and the lies

The album, Flagship, is available at: