a collection of covers crafted in a crucible of complacency,
these are the scribblings and droolings
of a sad, sad victim of hatred and maniacy,
ruthless and dark in its ruling. 
an album laced in contempt.
with naught but malice intent.
the etchings of a fool, under depression's rule,
covered in discontent.

Alone With My Thoughts

K. K. Cruisin'

My first-ever Original Album! 
Comprised of songs written in 2019 - 2020.

does it sound familiar?

To Toe Dead Lines

The Ship of Theseus

Hollow Steps

K.K. Cruisin' (Solo)

take u out +racky+

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[Lyrics]
Oh they’re dropping bombs on Nomans Land 
Those fire breathing demons screaming upside down
Blowing up the bunnies burrowed in the ground 
For no damn reason only that they can

Oh the bombs rained down on Nomans Land 
They cracked those rocks with the fake norse runes
And blasted the nests of the cormorants
While the gravestones slip into the dunes  

Oh they dropped all those bombs on Nomans Land 
And left hollow shells across her broken beachheads
And a lonely shadow of a long lost homestead
She’s saved forever but lost for all time

A scarred lonely beauty signals from the horizon
She beckons me with her pretty stones
To frolic free with the unpopped bombs
With her siren songs sent straight to my soul

I’m going to Nomans Land
That’s where I’ll stand 
With the bombs in the sand 
Going to Nomans Land

I’m going to Nomans Land
Going to Nomans Land
Going to Nomans Land
I’m going to Nomans Land
Going to Nomans Land
Going to Nomans Land

Oh Nomans Land
With your windswept ancient fields
And your solitary sea soaked soul

Oh Nomans Land
May a solemn breeze heal your scars
From the bombs dropped on your old stone walls

Oh welcome me
To your new found life of peace
Our restoration of dignity

Oh take me home
A place to heal our broken bones
A place to heal our shattered souls

Oh take me home
We’ll let the trees sprout between the bombs
And let the bunnies breed in the wounds
And let the terns nest amid the ruins
We’ll let the wind scour the crater holes
And watch the gulls soar above it all
We’ll welcome storms and the raging tides
And the wind will lash the old cliff sides
And their graves erode into the sea
And their bones will wash into the sea

Oh Nomans Land
Please take me home

Oh lost Nomans Land 
Please take me home

Oh sweet Nomans Land
Please take me home

Oh Nomans Land

Oh Nomans Land

This is no man’s land 

Oh Nomans Land

This is no man’s land

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A meditation on a journey of trauma, loss, hope, redemption, and ultimate failure. It’s a dark world right now.  Much love, friends. 💛

The Ship of Theseus

Chonny Jash

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