band stuff

next band song

very rough, needs some heavy rerecording, better vocals and real horns but you get the gist

Anyway, the sunbursts scarlets round my head
Lost in the morning, thoughts that we have left in bed
I carry it with me
I was wiser then 
bathed in the morning light with flames around my head

Keep your head up
You’re always gonna be
Alone from the neck up
You’re always gonna be
Alone 

Anyways, the sun burst a million years ago
Lost in the warming, as the entropy explodes
I carry it with me
Is it now or then? 
I carry it with me
In my porcelain head

Keep your head up
You’re always gonna be
Alone from the neck up
You’re always gonna be
Alone

scarlet (rough draft)

something a bit straightforward i knocked out in a couple hours

lyrics:
michael, laid on his back
cradles a canvas bag
and he knows 
sickness grows
from a long time ago

fox and the crow
turn off your phone
you’ll dive alone
and feel 


michael, on the right track
patient to come in last
so it goes
years flow
from a wound long ago 
michael
michael

fox and the crow
turn off your phone
a drive alone
to feel

michael (rough 1st draft)

needs a lot of work

lyrics:
i was a lonely boy
passing for what you want

here on a lazy day 
cruising to melt away

i’d choke for you
you’d hold me too
slumped in your room
drunk on the fumes 

frozen
ocean
still in
motion
cloven
open 
sinews 
broken

trapped here by open streets
captive to summers heat 

sat by an open grave
smoking in twilight haze 

i’d choke for you
if you want me too
smoke in your room, 
your hair, your perfume

frozen
ocean
still in
motion
cloven
omen 
back is
broken

twilight haze(rough 1st draft)

rough

lyrics: 
from the spot where I am sitting
i can hear what you’re thinking
it speaks lonely, short revisions
it speaks muted television. 

you are bitter, sentimental 
a revolver atop the mantle
it sings sour and romantic 
in the flight path of the planets

satin revolver (rough 1st draft)

lyrics:
my feet are cold my head is wired
out underneath the Judas tree
is an absentee

his eyes are old his head is tired
all pooled up in the fallen leaves
is all he’s seen

these winding years will turn to grey
not knowing what I’m waiting for
what I’m waiting for
these whitened faces turn away 
each one no more than a corpse
more than a corpse

my head grows bald my heart grows tired
not knowing what I’m waiting for
just wait some more

so I stick around and light a fire 
and think “someone was here before” 
here before

judas tree (rough 1st Draft)

i wish i could sing or produce or play synths in time

lyrics:
You were always
Far behind
Speaking peculiar ways
Undefined 

I watched you silently
Run your lines
In our haunted house
Amusement ride

Talk about
Different things
All night

Brainwashed
Christmas trees
Fake light

All went
Different ways
That night

Oh god
Different leaves
Sunlight 

See your old friends
Dewy eyes
Working to the old same ends
A new disguise

You watch me silently
Hit rewind 
Artifice, memory
I don’t mind

Talk about
Different things
All night

Brainwashed
Christmas trees
Fake light

All went
Different ways
That night

Oh god
Different leaves
Sunlight

christmas trees (rough demo)

country ep coming at some point 

humming wires, can you hear the west sing?
I can I see my destiny manifesting 
or maybe just mirage in the road 
toll booth trapped and change collecting 
golem monuments of pain erecting 
their fingers pointing out where to go

man alive, the whole crops infested 
all that’s left is what’s been digested
a barren silent desert nothing grows 
and of the pain that you invested 
the mercy toxins you’ve ingested
will ensure you let feel like letting go

heat flows
out the rim of a bottle
I feel indisposed 
nobody knows
It’s a brief blurb without you
Im here and gone alone

frontier

super rough first draft of a new synthpop idea, forgive the logic default drum loops and simple bass. bare bones.

sordid business but you came unprepared 
to bear witness through chemicals stained air
may I say, blown away
colours in your hair
best behaved, a freeze frame
beauty’s not been spared

silent mistress with deep marble eyed stare
bears no witness to his tangling hair 
may I say, I know shame
colours that we’ve shared 
move in place, we rotate
not moving anywhere

angel lifted by your vulgar night prayers 
tired and listless in truth he’s hardly there
i field blame, all the same 
the truth is hardly fair
through decay, I reframe
the fox becomes a hare

marble eyes (1st draft)

been pretty ill lately so here's an insanely rough unfinished draft i've been working on for ages. i've been working with a bassist and some other collaborators so probably won't be posting much here till my ep's done.

this summers burning out
the silly things we talk about
the wires humming softly to the ground

I will assuage your doubts 
with springtime growing out my mouth
and when I leave I’ll fade without a sound
 
can’t shake the feeling now 
hear footfalls near the hallowed ground
so when I leave I’ll leave without a sound 

so don’t let me go
in my dreams pylons drone
sticks in my throat 
through the woods a dull glow 

this cabins ailing now
these crippled walls are falling down 
the wires tearing softly through the bough

i will assume your doubts
and silly things you talk about 
and when you leave I’ll fade to Tinseltown

cant make a fleeting sound 
just silence near the hallowed ground
and when you leave you’ll bead upon my crown/brow

so don’t let me go
in my dreams pylons groan
sticks in my throat
like the winds ceased to blow

michael (rough 1st draft)

Possum Kid