I can't sleep. Ignore the weird sounds. I forgot to cut them out before I uploaded them. It's 4:50.

Stupid Strings at 4:50 am.

I used a mandolin and a ukelele.
I wrote this song today, in a fit of needing to do something.

Lyrics:It’s another night moving into the morning.
And I’m sitting awake because my mind’s moving to fast.
My fingers are getting tired from corssing them  too tight.
And my brain’s weary from connecting dots to lines.

I’d thought, that now I was older, That I might’ve Changed.
But I’m still stuck in my gut, trapped by my heart and lost in my brain.
Putting together pieces that don’t belong
Like the wrong melody to the wrong song.

I can pretend that I’m stable,
But only if we acknowledge that it’s empty
These streets are numbered, but I’m still feeling lost.
I’ve always felt better, when I’m dealing with names.

Instead of the concrete – calculations- of counting.
Myself – in or out.
Because I’ve always been stuck dreaming. My head trapped up in the clouds.

With my feet trying to move me forward leaving everything I thought I knew.
Down In the south. Along with a decade of what used to be me.

It's Almost The New Year

I uploaded this song awhile back, but this time I changed my vocal FX and added drums. I think it's okay.
lyrics:It’s another night moving into the morning.
And I’m sitting awake because my mind’s moving to fast.
My fingers are getting tired from corssing them too tight.
And my brain’s weary from connecting dots to lines.

I’d thought, that now I was older, That I might’ve Changed.
But I’m still stuck in my gut, trapped by my heart and lost in my brain.
Putting together pieces that don’t belong
Like the wrong melody to the wrong song.

I can pretend that I’m stable,
But only if we acknowledge that it’s empty
These streets are numbered, but I’m still feeling lost.
I’ve always felt better, when I’m dealing with names.

Instead of the concrete – calculations- of counting.
Myself – in or out.
Because I’ve always been stuck dreaming. My head trapped up in the clouds.

With my feet trying to move me forward leaving everything I thought I knew.
Down In the south. Along with a decade of what used to be me.

It's Almost The New Year Revised.

Well I finally have a mac and garage band, and I'm living out in the world on my own.
This is a song very dear to me, so I thought why not try and cover it.
It cuts off near the end because of reasons I don't understand but that's about it.
I guess this is a demo.
Right now I'm trying to just get the hang of things.
For the sake of simplicity I recorded myself playing guitar and trying to sing on the same track.
I rush...a shit ton.
Hopefully I get better at this.

First Day of my life cover (a demo of sorts)

Sad songs are always the easiest to write I think.
Anyways, I was moping about and I typed up this little ditty on my phone and since I'm busy shirking off work I decided to try and record it.
It's pretty rough I know, but hey that's life. See what I did there?

Anyway. I'm kind of happy with this(ironically) despite some parts I really just don't like since my voice isn't the best. Anyway.
Critiques would be nice.
So I can make it better...or whatever.
Hey! That rhymed.

fyi: it sounds less bleh with headphones on.

ORIGINAL (DEMO)

I had a little down time and decided to mess around a little. There's numerous screw ups. I was really just dicking around with DADDAD tuning and effects. So. There's that. boredom sated

Boredom in DADDAD

Hello my name is Chris and or Turk. No, I have no preference. Yes, I like to pretend that means something.

Chris Andor Turk