Death By A Thousand Cuts (Words and Music by David Stephenson, Copyright 2013

I run and I hide from the monsters outside
I'm not safe I'm just scared anymore
Wishing and washing, hemming and hawing 
My calliope crashed to the floor
A faucet is dripping, my mojo is rusting
Like fencing I lost in the flood
The chickens are bloating
My cattle are floating
But I'm still alive after all

Death by a thousand 
Death by a thousand 
Death by a thousand 
Death by a thousand cuts

My head's in a hole, all the time growing old
Love poetry glued to the door
A meteor shower destroyed all my flowers
It's not safe in this world anymore
Distant drones humming
The Authority is coming
To burn my compound to the floor
But they better hurry cause I'm sick with worry
It's not safe in my home anymore
 
Death by a thousand 
Death by a thousand 
Death by a thousand 
Death by a thousand cuts

Death By A Thousand Cuts (Free Download)

Mix and Arrangement of a song by Chad Nixon.
The sequel to hamsterdance.

Website Mix 2

Space Wanderer

following the beginning of the end of the sun of baphomet... who sought hidden knowledge in the shadows... and discovering that which tries to control us and that which shall set us free... we look to the natural wisdom of Sophia... who guides us along a tight rope walk between the sun, moon and stars... we look within... to find spontaneity was the true religion... & jam to...

the sun that shines without so it gives us life... so we may find the sun that shines within... the sum of the sun om sun... the kingdom of heaven is within...

our complete discography is available free here:

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and available here with some remixes and remasters if you'd like to support us:

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Children Of The Sun

My Hometown

Collaboration between Jackson Gilman and Graham Burks.  Jackson on the ElecTribe SX and Graham on a bunch of iPad apps including Gadget, Samplr, Z3TA+, and Cubasis.

Egg Tooth

This is the very first song I ever self recorded. After this, I was hooked.

You can buy this track here:
http://lolademo.bandcamp.com/track/rollercoaster

Rollercoaster

Pick me up
Pull me over
Got my luck from a four-leaf clover
Had you on my mind
Lost you somehow now I’m moving blind
Had you now your’re gone
Count on me to get everything wrong

Chorus
I’m on a rollercoaster baby
Got my foot on the gas getting ready to crash
I’m on a rollercoaster baby
Had my last drink
Last pill
And thought of your love on my mind

Hold me down
Roll the thunder
Had some love until it pulled me under
Had you in my head
Moved around it till you killed it dead
Had you
Now you’re gone
Count on me to get everything wrong
Yeah Yeah

Chorus


I want you back yeah

Chorus


Rollercoaster (my first)

Just something to put over my Train sound effect that I recorded in Yosemite national Park.
There is a link to a video of the train.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwuwGMbzq7o

© 2016 Conover

Train Time

This track was mixed a couple of weeks ago for the upcoming second Crayola Lectern album. It is the centrepiece of the album like Trip In 'D' was for the first.
I'd been in touch with Robin Williams' fan club asking about how to get a copy to him for his approval and had received a reply. Then, a few days later came the awful news of his demise.
 Ironically, this song is very much a celebration of the magic spark that ignites the spirit and gives life; it even charts a life, starting at the crib and ending with old age. Robin Williams, to me, always had a unique way about him which cut through to the essence of humanity and my 'Mork' was just an attempt to use his character to make that representation, in a way which celebrates our existence on this planet.

Crayola Lectern - piano, vocals
Jon Poole - keyboards, timpani
Alistair Strachan - cornet
Bic Hayes - electric guitar
Bob Leith - drums

Rest in peace, Robin Williams


Mork - Crayola Lectern

On A Clear Day (Conover/ Phil Brown)

Reed's Theme

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A purveyor of sounds, sentence stringer,  informed by the old as much as the new, the woods as much the office building, the playground as much as the television commercial.