Sunshine - Kierkegaard

Grace

By John Loves Julie
Words & Music by Ian Winick
Performed by Claudia Fenslau and Ian Winick

Lyrics:

Hint of Grey

A hint of grey, in the curls upon your shoulder
That frame the darkness in your face
Like she used to do, and probably still does

Paint your eyes, chase the wrinkles and the worry lines
So I can lose myself in sunny skies
With a hint of grey, of sorcery

Heavy is the head that wears the crown
The heart that weighs you down
The love that drags me deeper, deep into the dark
So wear that dress she wore, and wear your hair like hers
And never ask me what I'm thinking now
If I told you, you'd never ask again

Purse your lips, put your hands upon your sullen hips
And pierce the silence with a kiss
Like she used to do, and probably still would

Call my name, I need to breathe that smoky voice again
Rising as I hold you down again
Like she used to do, she used to do

Heavy is the head that wears the crown
The heart that weighs you down
The love that drags me deeper, deep into the dark
So wear that dress she wore, and wear your hair like hers
And never ask me what I'm thinking now
If I told you, you'd never ask again

A hint of grey, when the light falls on those eyes of yours
That shows the darkness in your soul
And with passing time – the darkness in mine

Hint Of Grey (Album Version)

:P I couldn't help myself with such an operatic instrumental... found here:

https://soundcloud.com/alexphott/spoos

First thoughts were the spoken word bits, mainly because it seems like this was a space opera and needed some dialogue and separate chapters to tell the story.  I know it's a little rough given my mixing abilities, but I thought I'd share it as a very fun writing challenge that I enjoyed immensely. 

Thanks for letting me play, I hope you like it :)

“Tell me something that terrifies you in the vast silence of space”
“Can you hear me?”
“What frightens you?  Open your eyes”
“What do you see?”

Everything is ready - Lights are flashing steady - Count down is on – let’s go
Hands a little sweaty - Heart is pounding heavy - In your mind are two words – let go
The world is streaked in starlines spinning almost starblind strapped into the sideline - tell me
can you feel the weight? First out of the gate in this test of will or fate or history

“I’m sorry”
“there’s nothing more we can do”
“you’re on your own”
“good luck”

Tell me what you fear; that when you scream no one can hear or that it makes no sound?
your breath collapses
You are the future built on the past and the ever-present
Were you ever meant to return?
I heard you say you wanted this but now that you are in the infinite of space, can you say you wanted this?
The world is watching, breathless
but until you make it home you will never be the hero they are looking for 
just an anecdote

Walls are cold – cold to touch – the hum of the air blowing just the vent
The words of men - are meaningless – the fake smiles, well-wishers, politicians
The thin wall of metal that separates has all meaning now – meaning now
You were chosen to be lost but here you are… found
You know that out here you can have it all: to be the hero is to rise when your purpose was to fall

Tell me if you’re ready cuz it you’re ready I’m ready – come on come on
Tell me if you’re ready cuz it you’re ready I’m ready – come on come on come on 
I’m coming home




Spoos (Original - rogue Collaboration With AlexPhott)

"where the days are all night"

produced by el-p
additional guitar by matt sweeney
additional keys by nick hook
mixed by joey raia
mastered by joe laporta

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Thanks to the late Manuel Alvarez Bravo for creating the cover art photo “Fireworks for the Infant Jesus”, 1990 (Castillo en el barrio del Niño), by Manuel Álvarez Bravo (c) Copyright 1990 Archivo Manuel Álvarez Bravo, S.C.


fuck that bright shit
the spot or the flashlights 
we in la ducking both 
in the shadows with lead pipes 
the days are all night

see if i pay edison
no medicine
these blues ain’t more better when
my fever rise in the jungle 
as quick as the price spikes
the days are all night

my future snapped like a rubber band
off my fold on a hand to hand
he drew from his waist
i put two in his roof
and i can still hear his screams 
all night 

now they ride their portfolios 
like rodeos
rise every time my cherry glows
on the end of my cig as 
the smoke blows through the bars
and the co’s laugh fades
as he strolls away 
says i gotta pay 
off that roll away 
or its fuck your visitation days
and i pop off so in solitaire 
i dream of offing these fred astaires 
and the skin off my fingers tear 
we digging for windows here 
where the days are all night 

this city’s a trap my partner
under the lights of they choppers
bodies tools for they coffers
not worth the cost of our coffins
i stare at a future so toxic
no trust in the dust of a promise
won’t mark the name on a ballot
so they can be free to devour our options 
and just like you I’m a target
ill defined by the guap in my pocket
but the stage make figures 
as quick as it off em 
what marley  and pac get? 
i put these caps in capitals 
leave minds blazed in they capitols 
i step with a fury so actual fact 
that my offense could be capital 

we digging for windows here


digging for windows (single)

digging for windows

Music by Lazerhawk
Lyrics and Vocals by GUNSHIP

It's a still night and the streets are quiet 
I run my fingers through your hair
Keep moving, there's a ghost in the tail light
Can you feel? I can feel it tonight
There's something in the air

Slow that beating heart, freeze and feel the rush tonight
Sparks are flowing faster than they ever have before

Feast your eyes on the horizon 
Keep your foot pushing hard
Keep moving, there's a ghost in the tail light
Can you feel? I can feel it tonight
There's something in the air

Slow that beating heart, freeze and feel the rush tonight
Sparks are flowing faster than they ever have before

Like you said it would be, I am wrapped around your nightmares
But I am closer to you, there is something in the air

Slow that beating heart, freeze and feel the rush tonight
Sparks are flowing faster than they ever have before
Slow that beating heart, freeze and feel the rush tonight
Sparks are flowing faster than they ever have before

Feel The Rush Tonight (feat. GUNSHIP)

Finding Fruit

A track from the upcoming album, "Subscripts of Our Horizon"
Bury my love
I can't use it anymore
All my limbs were stolen
Everybody wanted more
Take my core
I already know my fate
My life's been drained
of the ichor in my veins

Shapeless dimensions fold at the end of my eye
They circumnavigate, leading to endless guile
Synapses imploding, contracting, exploding my mind
These blossoms of nectarines six feet reposing I find

Decomposing 
Not opposing
He and I are the same
I'm eroding
Inward confessions
Make wonderful transgressions
I've gone beyond
Ordinal sentence

Shapeless dimensions fold at the end of my eye
They circumnavigate, leading to endless guile
Synapses imploding, contracting, exploding my mind
These blossoms of nectarines six feet reposing I find

Gossamer drapes my body 
Yours rots around me
All my past lives regress back to the sea

Gossamer drapes my body
Yours rots around me
I regret everything I did to me

Subscripts of Our Horizon

Ordinal

I have been playing instruments and writing music for well over 16 years now, with a heavy focus on hard rock and metal, including several iterations therein. I write, record, mix and master everything on my own in my esteemed bedroom studio, also known as simply the bedroom. 

I'm always looking to do something new with each track, whether that be unusual time signatures, mixing instruments and synths outside the "usual" genre or exploring lyrical topics. Improvement only comes from trying new things! I write about things that amuse me, or anger me, or whatever came to me at 3AM, scrambling to recall the last feverish dreams of being a tiny, insignificant fly observing the world from the ceiling of a dank room.

I listen to a wide variety of music, and draw plenty of inspiration from it. To name a few; Devin Townsend, Dream Theater, John Petrucci, Joe Satriani, David Maxim Micic, Angel Vivaldi, Rage Against the Machine, System of a Down, Metallica, Slayer, Slipknot, In Flames, Helloween, Falconer, Alestorm, Sabaton, Blind Guardian, The Offspring, Lazerhawk, Com Truise, Jeremy Soule, Hans Zimmer etc... 

Contact: phottmusic@gmail.com

Grace

Phott

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