Lyrics:

The beggars have all found homes,
In shopping carts and dirt roads.
I've been looking for your ghost,
He's buried with you and I don't know where to go.

I stood by the shore,
And waited for you to drift home.
There was gunfire all around,
But I never heard a sound.

And this scene is so perfect.
I melted into the chaos,
And I ran away.

Violence

Lyrics:

The beggars have all found homes, 
In shopping carts and dirt roads. 
I've been looking for your ghost, 
He's buried with you and I don't know where to go.

I stood by the shore, 
And waited for you to drift home. 
There was gunfire all around, 
But I never heard a sound.

And this scene is so perfect. 
I melted into the chaos, 
And I ran away.

Violence (mixed version)

sleep spindles

mixed version of a song i uploaded earlier. recorded in my living room. garageband<3

sleep spindles (mixed)

recorded on a laptop mic. free download if you want it. 

dream sketches.

recorded on a laptop mic. free download if you like it. 

beaches.

song i uploaded earlier this week, now with vocals.

dream sketches. with vocals.

an old acoustic demo of an i am running in circles song. i think i'm going to start playing the song live like this. recorded on a laptop mic, and if you like it, you can download it for free. 

spiderwebs (acoustic)

i've made it a point to hang window shades from tree branches,
and isolate leanings and feelings from advances.
murky waters make me slip, and cracks in the pavement make me trip.
these habits are hard to break when biology is a rigid machine.

maybe if i throw my television out the window,
justice will burst in to save the day.
and maybe if i wait long enough,
someone will see these flaws as diamonds.

in the meantime, i'll watch kids kill each other.
in the meantime, i'll watch kids receive praise.
if only i could convince them to throw televisions out their windows.


diamonds

recorded in my bathroom.

lyrics//

every time i look at you, i see radio wires.
eyes torn apart, i am wading through your home,
and i am the moon.

this is a landfill, i cannot breathe.

i need a ladder to reach your soul.
icy cold, buzz of static.

this is a landfill, i cannot breathe.

i am the moon, i see you.
i am the moon, but what can i do.
i am the moon, i lament,
'cause i'll never find you.

i am the moon, and i'll never find you.

Eli Smith 1