Break free from your cocoon and fly, little psychedelic butterfly!

Psychedelic Butterfly

Not big, not bad, and not even wolf-like

little baby blue, hanging overhead
Hasn't got a clue he's hanging by a thread
People just assume that he's gunna be ok

Little tinkerbell, fairy lady's death
Thinks she manage well, but she's got no fairy dust left

Putting up walls to hide behind their strength
You can rest assured one day they're gunna crumble away

Nothing's absolute, everything will change
And if it never does, things become estranged
Like a statue, always stuck in the same place

Go break some bones if you're feeling alone
Don't say hello while they're on the phone
living in virtual cyberspace
Makes reality seem like an odd kind of place
Disillusioned by the thoughts in your mind
Struggle to filter the truth from the lies
when everything sounds like a personal attack
and every word that you hear feels like a stab in the back

Little baby pure, don't ever be misled
The people that you know don't matter in the end
Everybody's got their own flight of stairs to take

Little shephardess, guide this flock of sheep
open up their minds, wake them up from their sleep

The big bad wolf has been here all along
Trying to make you feel like you're the one who doesn't belong

He's been after you, ever since the start
Trying to crush your spirit, trying to break your heart
Don't let him get to you, now, you've come too far

Little astronaut, fly up to the moon
Your guardian angels will meet up with you soon
Playing you a welcome tune on their silver harps

Big Bad Wolf

Threw this together last night and did a quick recording, before even getting the melody or rhythm locked down, shitty laptop mic quality but you get the gist

Tell me why are we being hypnotised, what's the game plan?
There's got to be a resolution to the problem at hand
Gotta be a purpose, I deserve it, man, we all do
There's no existence reward, persistence will have to do
Can't live on crackers and cheese for too long
And you sit up late at night going over how you've gone wrong
But I never seem to change a thing, never seems to ring a bell
If to err is human, well divinity can go to hell

I've got my left side, right side, dark side, light side
And in the middle of the night I can see on the bright side
The dawn is coming on, but it's also long gone
So sit back, relax, enjoy your inspiration

So sit right there, as cozy as can be in your underwear
And the layers of skin you coat your skin in
Go on, judge me by my skins and my crystals and the hair on my head
I'd rather live like this than by the rule of my fist

You'd think by now I'd have it down, I'd be a master of my craft
And I would be, if I'd bothered to get up off my lazy ass
But those days are trailing behind, slowly failing
To be in the here and now is how I want to go on sailing

Inspiration (3 am)

Tell me brother, are there words I ought to say
I don't know where my conscience lays
Tell me what it is you're seeking, my curiosity will die
After the lust for destruction has been satisfied

There's a niggling question at the back of my mind
The string of sounds goes something like: 
What's under the sky?

Tell me ancient creature, how does it feel to be sawn in two?
Fell to the ground, separated from your roots
Tell me of the ocean, and my family of the sea
Farmed in their own backyard, remind me again, who are we?

There's an aching question at the back of my mind
Pleading for peace on the front lines
Tell me, what's under the sky?

What's Under The Sky (cover)

Peaches and cream by john butler  in my classic "mutilation of anything good" style. Don't enjoy it

Peaches and Cream (cover)

Tepid Waters

An excerpt from a sweet musing plucked from a storybook an angel gifted me many moons ago. 

MayEllen

Little instrumental piece I wrote a few months ago :3

Wildflower

Lyrebird

My voice is a little rough in this at places. That's not intentional, it's just that I recorded this pretty soon after waking up

Danny Meow