Invisible Monsters

Added drum work by Nicholas Caruso AKA DadBod Drumming. Bass and keys next, and it will be close to a final demo.

Erie Song DEMO © 2020 PCE

Big Brown Bottle

Caravan

Black Diamond Girls

Brain on Fire
Music & Lyrics Copyright 2023 Preston Clark Edmands
Recorded Key: Am
Time Signature: Common
Am
Ya fed the fire fiercely, now look what you’ve done,
   G                                     
A spark has led to a second setting sun.
          F
And it’s bril-liant,
                   C
The brain is re-silient.

And out of the ashes arose
A haunting specter, another Holy ghost.
And it’s in him,
Can’t burn out this demon.

Am7       E  F
If he was a he-ro, 
        G
So am I…
Am   E7               Fmaj7
As He wrote upon the sky:
G
“When it’s sink or swim, you better drown in my fire.”


A ghost that will linger along with the dumb.
Waiting by windows for what will never come.
Now it’s in him,
The burning will begin.

CHORUS

E               Am
He’s burning bri-ght,
E            Am7
To feed his fri-ght.
G
He’s just
F           C
Mis-under-sto-od
F           C
In his own ho-od.
F              C     G/B
How does it feel to be good?

Am   E7               Fmaj7
As He wrote upon the sky:
G
“When it’s sink or swim, you better drown in my fire.”

Brain On Fire DEMO © 2023 PCE

Flipping the 'script without flipping out,
Knowing nothing while holding onto doubt.
He's the one reminding what it's all about.

Grab that bottle,
Make sure it's full.
'Cause losing out has its own pull.

Draw it in deep,
Losing that sleep.
Exaltations, exhalations, good vibrations...

Flipping the 'script without flipping out,
Knowing nothing while holding onto doubt.
He's the one knows what it's all about.

Grab that bottle,
Make sure it's full.
'Cause losing out has its own pull.

Draw it in deep,
Losing that sleep.
Exhalations, exaltations, good vibrations...

Whiteout DEMO [WIP]  © 2023 PCE

A heartbreaker working with a broken heart.
A subject inside her own work of art.

Temporary fame is a game that the birds play.
You’re up there, in the air with the birds of prey.
Stars ap-pear when you’re near,  to this day.
Marry me, what do you say?

Who wouldn’t live inside that broken dream,
A mansion that’s built on stilts that can lean?

Pennylvanian raised, and in place of a childhood,
You and me, we have seen what the others should.
Stars appear when you’re near, as I knew they would.
Marry me, what else is good?

Temporary fame is a game that the birds play.
You’re up there, in the air with the birds of prey.
Stars ap-pear when you’re near,  to    this day.
Marry me, what do you say?

Taylor Made

O Captain! My Captain!

Brain on Fire DEMO © 2016 PCE

You’ve been trying to tell my story,
Long before you knew the plot.
Devices you’ve used for glory,
Were originally my thoughts.

Oh, you’re narrative touch is heavy,
Every scene its own cliché.
Like a song without a melody,
You got nothing you have to say.

First-person view you never learned to respect.
So much to lose when you lack my perspective.
My life’s not your movie,
It’s my music.

It’s like other people’s problems
Are always in your sights,
And your framing of the heroines
Just robs them of their might.

First-person view you never learned to respect.
So much to lose when you 
Lack my perspective.
My life’s not your movie,
It’s my music.

Bridging our brotherhood is like burning down the town.
‘round me it’s understood, brothers always will be found.   
Where were you when shit was really going down?
Where were you? Where were you?

First-person view you never learned to respect.
So much to lose when you lack my perspective.
My life’s not your movie,
My life’s not your movie,
My life’s not your movie…

My Music

Glory Days
Music & Lyrics Copyright 2023 Preston Clark Edmands
Recorded Key: G
Time Sig: 2/4, cut-time

G                                                     C
Picked up my old guitar, put on a new pair of shoes
D                                                G
Relaxed my frown so I could smile at the blues
G                                                     C
Ran my fingers down the strings searching for the sound
D                                                G          D7
Stepped out the door to show ya’ll what I found

G                           C
Oh, my! Glory days are comin’.
G                             D
Don’t buy the story of our fall.
G                           C
Yes, Our Gory days are comin’.
        D
Just a few more nights of terror,
      C     G
Are all we got.


Sold all my shoes again, picked up my oldest guitar.
Ran around town and ‘round the local bazaars.
Swept off my side and said, look at my neighbor's front lawn.
All overgrown and a sign saying “strangers be gone!”

Whiteout DEMO [WIP] © 2023 PCE

Preston Clark Edmands

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