This is like part 2 of marionette (personaly)

THIS IS SO GOOODDDDD . Listening to this on vacation .

While helping me spill all the blood, all the blood! ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ◍)

All the blood! All the blood! ᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ

vending machine of love

A Human's Touch

We snuck back into the studio on its thirteenth birthday to revisit the dangerously devoted love story, An Unhealthy Obsession. This is the 13th Edition, complete with rerecorded vocals, new instrumentals and a crunchy, crunchy new mix.

Huge thanks to the ever-enchanting Eternal-sunshine-of-the-spotless-Gloom, . You can find more of her magic stuffs all over the place at https://linktr.ee/gloomdarkheart

Are you an old-schooler or a new-stalker? Which version gives you the bigger chills-our original cult classic or the freshly re-recorded Friday the 13th Edition? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

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Electric Guitar: Blake Robinson,
Vocals & Accompaniment: Blake Robinson, Gloom Darkheart,
Drums: S'mee the drummer

Lyrics:
I had a lot of friends till I drove them round the bend
and then they left me all alone and so I roam around the globe
In search of new shiny buddies, to share with them my worries
and my joys and my toys and my secret jars of poison!
I searched up high... I searched down low...
But... no matter where I look no friends began to show
and so I made a list of killers, and wrote them all letters
asking lots of friendly questions... with all the best intent they told me

Don't ask your questions to the wall
They keep their secrets locked inside
If blood and bones are what you want
I suggest that you look behind you

I keep each letter in a box under my bed
It really rocks 'cos when I'm sad I just read all of them again
I sent them drawings done in crayon, and plans for domination
even cute little collages of their exploits from the papers.
And when they get out, we will be friends
Bestest buddies un-til the end
We'll go on picnics, with long pork sammies
But I keep thinking 'bout... What they told me

Don't ask your questions to the wall
They keep their secrets locked inside
If blood and bones are what you want
I suggest that you look behind you
Don't ask your questions to the wall
They keep their secrets locked inside
If blood and bones are what you want
I suggest that you look behind you

Listen on Spotify

An Unhealthy Obsession ft. Gloom Darkheart (Friday the 13th Edition)

Mr. Robinson didn't post this cinematic audio so I had to. Hope you're happy, Mr. Robinson NOW I'M SPREADING MY PIZZATIME AGENDA [silly] [lighthearted]

Original song - Madds Buckley (https://youtu.be/Pj6ntDEEfeE?si=90pIULtBcOiH6Zng)
Cover - Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxfhCabE8ao&pp=wgIGCgQQAhgB)
Art - (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1091841503417502566/)
Character - Two Time (From "FORSAKEN")

Red Means I Love You - Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra cover

An anthem for those who never quite move on. Thanks to the Gloom Shroom for bringing her usual awesomeness to the other half of the song. You can find more of her magic stuffs all over the place at https://linktr.ee/gloomdarkheart.

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Lyrics:
It's been a few years since you left me, and I think I'm coping well. 
I've really picked myself up, and everything is swell. 
But even now, there's moments when I think of me and you. 
Cause when you were still with me, I knew exactly what to do. 
I keep a knife inside my heart to remind me of you. 
And when I'm feeling kinda sad, I take it out and run and shout. 
And I kill, yes, I kill. Let you ride in my pocket to soak up the thrill 
While I kill. Yes, I kill. And you're there with me all the while helping me spill all the blood. 
All the blood, all the blood, all the blood 
Oh, I can't help but kill... without you. 
The nights seem cold and empty. Now that I don't have you near. 
We used to walk at midnight, and was nothing that we feared. 
And here I sit all by myself, thinking what we might have done. 
A body here, a shallow grave, it all seems so long gone. 
I keep a knife inside my heart to remind me of you. 
And when I'm feeling kinda sad, I take it out and run and shout. 
And I kill, yes, I kill. Let you ride in my pocket to soak up the thrill 
While I kill. Yes, I kill. And you're there with me all the while helping me spill all the blood. 
All the blood, all the blood, all the blood 
Oh, I can't help but kill... without you. 
Without you in my life. Oh, I turn into the knife. 
And I can't help but kill... 
Without you.

And I Kill ft. Gloom Darkheart

Oh children please be wary these monsters are not friends the doctors warned about them their beginning is our end their tongues are made of silver they make wither every seed our roots they try to sever but remember just remember they can bleed.

Tonight I drink chocolate in the fresh shade of the first tree of the world. We die knowing that memory cannot be burned. And when its' little paper houses are burned, memory finds refuge in mouths that sing in the glories of men and of gods. Songs that stay on from people to people, and in bodies that dance to the sound of palm trees.

They Can Bleed

NICE TRY!!!! NICE TRY!!! NICE TRY!!!!!!! 

Merry Mephisto


[verse 1]
Life gave me fire 
A compass pointing to my dreams 
But buzzing comes too 
Static of the proper footsteps 
I am scared to walk different path

[Verse 2]
Background hum tells me, 
What shape my days should always take.
Right way frequency
Drowns the whispers of my own heart.
I listen but cannot hear me.

[Chorus] 
Constant hum speaks loud 
Would you let me grow under trees?
Alone to find way,
Free from chains you wrap around thoughts.
I sit here listening to brain rattle.

[Verse 3] 
You mean well I know
With your calibrated tone voice.
Drone expectations,
I made them mine without asking.
But signal gets weak near willow branch.

[Verse 4]
Trying to tune in
To what my heart wants to tell me
Your noise gets smaller
 When I sit beneath the swaying leaves
My own frequency starts to sing soft.

[Chorus] 
Constant hum speaks loud
Would you let me grow under trees?
Alone to find way, 
Free from chains you wrap around thoughts.
I sit here listening to brain rattle.

[Bridge]
Cannot mute you
Forever like broken radio
Learning to find Volume knob hidden inside my mind
Want quiet place in
open air bright.
Feel cold hard light
Know that I can bear the weight alone 
Without staring eyes, 
Just want to be here and know it is 
Enough to care about my own small self.

[Outro]
I have been lost
In constant hum for so long now 
Sitting here in neutral 
But silence is a song I am learning 
How to sing with my quiet voice

Constant Hum by Lori Yamamoto

The rhythms of hip-hop provide a placemat for nervously melodic splendor and a melting pot of genres.  What are we to call this compellingly oddball mélange of rock, rap, jazz, reggae, and other influences, all in sway to some of the most mirthfully self-conscious streams of consciousness you’ve ever heard? We could call it attention-deficit-disorder rock. Or maybe we should just call it Forrest Day, the Bay-area bandleader who’s releasing his self-titled full-length debut on the Ninth Street Opus label. 

Cohorts include guitarist Terrell Liedstrand, a bandmate of Day’s since they were both 15, and bassist John Sankey, another high school buddy. Keyboard player Nick Wyner also came on board when the band was founded in 2006, and Jasper Skydecker joined up as their first full-time drummer a year later. When they went into the studio together for the first time, it was with several years of live performances under their belts and a chemistry that Day wanted to capture—and ever-so-slightly digitally tamper with.

“We hit analog tape with everything, but then dumped it into ProTools to manipulate it there,” says Day, who produced the album himself. “So a lot of it is like a big marriage between actual performance and then, in editing, turning some of the songs into loops—though it doesn’t really sound like it, because it’s so analog-sounding.” Day also points out that “there’s not a sample on the record. We brought in real violin players, who were in the room with real saxophones.”

Day’s amusingly confessional songwriting dabbles in social commentary about corporate greed (“Hoarders”) and our overmedicated society (“Meds”), among other concerns. But he returns again and again to everyday struggles common to itinerant musicians and non-musicians alike: bad bosses, lost jobs, debt collectors, and the girlfriend as muse or unwitting patron of the arts. There’s an elaborate work ethic apparent in these meticulously crafted tunes that would seem to put the lie to lyrics that talk about being dreamy, uncertain, and aimless. What we have on this striking debut, then, is a collection of incredibly focused anthems for an unfocused generation. 



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