Mt Eden Dubstep

I was just looking for Omen videos when I stumbled on to Mt Eden Dubstep.  I can only describe this as an act of fate as this is the sickest group I have discovered, by mistake, in a long while.  I had to drop everything and start painting when I heard the songs below.  All I know at the moment is that I can only find their music on YouTube.  Listen and fall in love with some thick, chunky, crunchy Dubstep.

"The Train Station"

 

Title: "The Train Station"

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Size: 10"x12"

The Train Station...

He released the thick smoke from his rusty lungs and it quietly entered the atmosphere.  A thin layer of smoke hovered above his head like a blanket that moved with his body.   He looked around the small train station.

“Anyone there?” he said.

He brushed his mustache and looked down at his watch.  Does this still work?  He pinched the watch between his tar stained forefinger and thumb.  He drew the watch closer to his left eye to inspect the second hand.  It was moving.

His cigarette dangled from his lips as his mind drifted off… to… the life… he had before.

“Hello!..... Helllllllooooo!!!” he said.

The words bounced off the walls.  

He turned his head to explore the room from his seat.  No one.  Just an empty train station.

What’s it been now?  Six months?… huh, maybe 8?  Probably not 8 he thought.

The dry air in the train station amplified his wet and heavy cough.  He reached for his pack of cigarettes as one still dangled from his lips.  Huh, empty. 

“I should give these up.  It’s been 5 hours and I’m down a pack,” he muttered.

He held the empty carton in his hand.   He closed the lid and placed it neatly beside him.  With his long arms extended he grasped the smooth seat.  Years of weary travelers had worn down the oak benches. 

Any day now, he thought.  

He was told that his train would arrive any day now.  He was told several times it would be any day now.  His gut tells him a little more time.  Trains aren’t this late, you use to be able to set your watch to a train.  The times have changed his mind pondered.

What he left behind was comfortable and easy.  This new path would be difficult but rewarding.

He brought the cigarette to his lips and drew another breath.  He raised his arm to scratch his withered neck.  The lamp that dangled from the ceiling illuminated his face.  The cigarette dangled from his lip as the smoke climbed up.

Any day now…

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Koray (Core-EYE) Salih