Name: Camera Guy by Antiseptic Bombs
Duration: 1 min 57 s
Description: A moody little instrumental track I recorded a while ago.

Love behind bars
That year I came from mars
War with my own ego
she was teaching me to let go
Oh, but I was a fool
building walls with broken tools
while she was bleeding 
into the ocean
that I swim in 

Oh, how it would hurt
every inch of this growth spurt
hear me from the Earth
I am calling for rebirth

Aaaaah, hold me in the sky...

Angels singing blues in heaven 
Calling my own triple 7
Solitary visionary
weary from this load I carry
Longing to be free of 
to flow with the river in me
someday it may be
you'll see

Love behind bars
that was written in the stars
love was all we had
when all else was fucking mad
We wrote songs of liberation
from this goddamned twisted nation
The ward screamed aberration
at every hint of provocation
Oh, how we cried
wiped our tired salty eyes
you never told me why
you would hold me till I died

Ooooh, hold me in the sky

Angels singing blues in heaven 
Hear my calling, triple 7
Solitary visionary 
Weary from this load we carry 
Longing to be free 
to flow with the river in me
someday it will be
you'll see

You flowing rivers
water that has no home
whirling through time and space
but the ocean that you are
just loves to roam
you just need to find your own pace

you just need to find your own pace

I live my life freely
and only for myself
proud of my past poetry
and the songs I sang
you taught me not to be like someone else
but to dive right into who I truly am

Love my cringe 
love my bitter syringe 
love me when I'm bored, unhinged
my broken life on the fringe 

love me lying on the floor 
love me slamming the door
when all I feel is shame 
we all know who's to blame 
love me even though I'm a hore
love me till I can take no more

Hate your texts that never arrive
And with what I see, you don't even try
Hate how you convinced me otherwise
you're all gas, no fucking light
And I let it all consume me
tear me up and humiliate me
Now it feels like there was no before
so love me till I can take no more

This is my lovesick symphony
The siren in me
I'm as crazy as before
love me till I can take no more
This is my lovesick symphony 
The siren sings in me
I'm as lonely as before 
Love me till I can take no more

Love my cringe 
love my bitter syringe 
love me when I'm bored, unhinged
love me lying on the floor
love me slamming the door

This is my lovesick symphony 
the siren in me
I'm as crazy as before 
Love me till I can take no more
This is my lovesick symphony 
The siren sings in me
I'm as lonely as before 
Love me till I can take no more

Love me till I can take no more
(We're as weak as before)
love me till I can take no more
(We still have hell in store)
love me till I can take no more
(burn forever more)

this is my lovesick symphony 
the siren in me
I'm as crazy as before
love me till I can take no more
This is my lovesick fantasy
the siren sings in me
i'm as lonely as before 
love me till I can take no more

My lovesick symphony

There’s no lovelier grace
than this starry embrace
shimmering with green

touching my body here on earth 
a perfect place for rebirth 

Phosphorescence
The essence of outer space
Phosphorescence 
the essence of outer space

This starry embrace
there is no greater space
for love and emotion
earth, body, ocean

my song for mother nature 
cannot even capture
the beauty, the intimacy
of this union in me

Phosphorescence 
the essence of outer space
Phosphorescence
earth’s holy essence
the union in me

Phosphorescence

Demimonde

Heads up I'm a supersonic fuck up
My beat turns you 360, good luck
My feet go 360 chop chop
Heads up, he-he-heads up
Now you, see me blasting through a dumb screen
Boo you, what do you think we're gonna talk clean?
Guess you never, Guess you never knew
Gonna talk clean
Guess you never felt any reason to go insane 
guess you never fell on purpose, hit your head, guess i'm inane 
guess what, were gonna smash our faces anyway
cuz the mothership is gonna hit us with its motherfucking baseballbat
can you spell that
can you write that on your stupid scarlet hat

GU3SS U NEVR

young lovers

f00ls gang

PH0NEADDICT

Thomas L. Bocchi, tenor; Peter Underhill, piano.

I was introduced to the fascinating work of Christopher Smart while taking a course on British Literature. The professor who taught the class presented “Jubilate Agno” as a musical work, and at that point I felt the urge to set the text to music. Smart wrote the poem during his confinement in an asylum— a period during which his cat, Jeoffrey, was his main consolation. While elements of the poem are certainly comical, it is written in the style of a prayer and conveys an ardent gratitude for animal companionship. The present setting is only a fragment of Smart’s lengthy poem.

https://peterunderhill.org/portfolio/jubilate-agno/

Jubilate Agno

A moody little instrumental track I recorded a while ago.

Camera Guy

Antiseptic Bombs

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