Rockhead was a Canadian hard rock music group formed in 1991 in Vancouver by Bob Rock.
Rockhead's namesake, producer/guitarist Bob Rock, formed the group in 1991 with his Payola$/Rock and Hyde bandmate, drummer Chris Taylor, as well as vocalist Steve Jack and bassist Jamey Kosh. Jack and Kosh, as well as keyboardist John Webster, were all local Vancouver, British Columbia musicians. Their debut single was called "Heartland". Rock produced the band's debut effort, which was released on Capitol Records in 1992. Members of Bon Jovi, The Cult, and Little Caesar guested on the album. The singles "Bed of Roses" and "Chelsea Rose" followed, as did a tour supporting Bon Jovi. However, the album did not sell well, and soon after the group disbanded and Rock returned to his career in production.
The Rockhead (Bothragonus swanii, also known as the Deep-pitted poacher or the Deep-pitted sea-poacher) is a fish in the family Agonidae (poachers). It was described by Franz Steindachner in 1876, originally in the genus Hypsagonus. It is a marine, temperate water-dwelling fish which is known from the eastern Pacific Ocean, including Alaska, Carmel Bay, and California, USA. It dwells at a depth range of 0–18 metres, and inhabits intertidal regions. Males can reach a maximum total length of 8.9 centimetres.
The species epithet "swanii" refers to James G. Swan of Port Townsend, Washington. The Rockhead spawns nearshore, during the months of January–May in the California Current region. Its diet consists of benthic shrimp and crabs.
Like serpents entangled in faint starlight black seals entwined in crystal gleam
Dark shapes enframed in a myriad of suns
The infinity ends
The past plains of snow the visions of frozen landscapes flow silent yet charming sights of pale serenity
You've chosen the way
Where patterns of frost lead you astray to the glacial crypt of thoughts
Aside and away from inner space you roam afar from sanctuary of morbid self beyond the reason locked in a rotten shell while lost in everlasting sleep
The path that you walk so gracefully paved with icy thorns led you to the realm forlorn
You've chosen the way
Where patterns of frost lead you astray to the glacial crypt of thoughts
To knowledge that made illusion of your existence fade