Recently relistened to the original version, and realised there was waaay too much bass, so here's a lighter version.
Lyrics :

Call it bad luck
Or call me a sad fuck
In a world of blood and guts
In this place forever stuck

Their bodies go by one by one
I'm just glad that they're all gone
But shit, one is still alive
Gotta slit its throat with a knife

And watch the blood as it pours
Like a flood onto the floor
Such a horror, yet such a bore
And I'm staring at the exit door (x3)

Cos I'm so sick of this

(Chorus)
Blood, shit and feathers
Doesn't get much better
Be here at six AM
And then stay for fucking ever

Blood, shit and feathers
That's my weekly weather
All over the floor, walls, ceiling
Cleaning takes forever

(Verse)
Time for a break
A coffee and a joint to take
Away the deathly taste
But there's still pieces on my face

I act like I'm okay with it
But inside I feel sick
I feel it crawl under my skin
Bottle's out when I can't bottle it in

I wanna get out of this place
Go home and wash my soul and face
Get the smell out of my nose
Forget the image of the blood as it flows (x3)

(Chorus)

Feathers (A.V)

The marvelous vocal track in this song was composed and performed by Enlia. I purchased it from Voclio, and it's my second production featuring vocals.
I did my best to keep the voice at the heart of the song, tailoring the arrangement to highlight it.
81 bpm

Statue

Übermensch

$ Thanks to all that helped make this song possible!

Please God (Help Me Save America)

Make it real

LoNe WolF - "Terrain"

Album: "Avant-Garde"


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF



#stitches #tracksoftheweek #newmusic

Avant-Garde

Terrain

Fatal Attraction

Lyrics:
The devil was in the swamp this morning
When I pressed my finger to the trigger
Thirteen suns erupted 
His sweating, bloody skin smelt like pennies
Every shadow in the swamp disappeared

He radiated, the place in darkness
The only glow came from below that hood
I made my brother a windfall apple
Black edges of red glaze, shone like they're wet

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

My ears jutted out, sharpened into horns
Skin casting black light that trailed red
From the crucifix, Christ scowled back at me
Mercantile eyes rolled back into his head
Oh how he'll scorch me for such insolence
Hands a steeple, I lay my head to my thumbs
The vessel of the colonial ghost
His veins pulsed with hallowed merchantism 

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

The skin of his back hung loose like a web
From its shoulder blades seeped red and purple
I followed   its veins, splitting and spreading
Six legged spots crawled in and our of the scars

Now come the days of hunger, days of thirst
Mirror image pylons frame the roadside
They bounded straight, endlessly, together
Mocked the heavens, married the city sky


WINDFELL

It's just a little bling, bling vibe to put a smile on your face 😁  

Bling bling

Watch "Rome" Official Music Video: https://youtu.be/bMtgegGapwA?si=tQ7YRstTAS2TsVJ_

Make it real

Bouncyboy