this track was 3 years in the making(from it's inception)i'd like to thank those that helped along the way. crawling back to her features bass by bobby fury. Theme from yer face features vocals and strings by Emily Ferrie of johnny panic and the fever https://soundcloud.com/johnnypanicandthefever and beats by luke stewart a.k.a the satanic verses and the magic psalm band https://soundcloud.com/the-satanic-verses https://soundcloud.com/the-magic-psalm-band

Crawling Back To Her - Theme From Yer Face (reprise)

2007 demo. i had written the chorus to this a couple of years earlier but couldn't find the right song for it then i wrote the bass line for the verse,decided to put them together some how, and the rest followed in due course.

make me feel alive

Have you seen her

an instrumental  written as one of the many sections i've done for "idolize" but after scrapping several of them to shorten it's length(and  because after hearing them bajillion times in the production phase, i've fallen out of love with some of them) i quite like this one so i'm gonna have it as a seperate piece, maybe leading in to it on an album/e.p or somefink.

The Marvel Of Love

i nearly went mad doing this, i ended up with 39 versions and after settling on one finally the laptop it was on broke. this is version 20 something that i'd burned to a disc a week earlier. it was gonna be the 1st demo i'd completed in nealy 2 years!. i'd say this is probably about 90% complete,  some of the levels ain't right and i couldn't get the ghost of klaus dinger or get a hold of jaki liebezeit to play percussion on the final section, oh well  C'est la vie, i'm not gonna sit on this one for half a year like last time.

Idolize

my own arrangement of one of my favourite songs from my youth.

Place To Be (nick drake cover)

All Choked Up

demo i started june/july in my old bedroom in carlisle but didn't really finish cause once again, that's right, technology got in the way.

Place a price on promises sketch 1

Guantanamo Bae (demo)

Fading Face - Here I Am

Manic Repression

Unfinished. This is a song i did back in 2006 but since then it's evolved in to something completely different and after finishing my sets with it for the past few years i decided to get it down. It samples the drum beat to "dance to the music" by Sly & the family.

The world is always ending(unfinshed)

"like a death from above, with a weapon of love this destruction, constructive to making me sane again.
If I’m feeling no pain then my pleasures in vain it's obstruction ,to feeling my consciousness is my mammalian brain.
Been doing some drugs to make up for lost love is it time I, pull my self together, forever        


                           try to diffuse those suicide blues,become your own muse when you realise, you weren't there man

if I’ve never been born how can I adorn this concept of death as fear, when life's a near death experience
for the living to lose all over the news you can't trust this, violence that's fucking with your perception
it's the cancerous thought that amounts to nought they don't love you,feel free to emote, we're all in the same boat.

         try to diffuse those suicide blues,become your own muse when you realise, you weren't there man

heavens to mergatroid, we've all feared the void, but infinity is an energy that's free, eternally through  you and me,
       to live is to be in a constant state of flux, to give a fuck about this flux is the difference between standing still and moving on,
       so I wrote this song, or did you write this song, because it came from nowhere, which is now here, which depending on how you look at it
       is nowhere. Nowhere is now here 


                      
         try to diffuse those suicide blues,become your own muse when you realise, you weren't there man

like a death from above, with a weapon of love this destruction, constructive to making me sane again.
If I’m feeling no pain then my pleasures in vain it's obstruction ,to feeling my consciousness is my mammalian brain.
Been doing some drugs to make up for lost love is it time I, pull my self together, for ever" 

A ROUGH RECORDING OF A SONG I WROTE TODAY JUST USING MY LAPTOPS BUILT IN MIC AND THE D.A.W REAPER.      

Nowhere is now here


nothing in the realms of my imagination compares to the soul sonic intoxication of collaborative ejaculation
my songs are a rolling declaration to the elation of the celebration of our relation,
it's a combination of dedication and explanation that comes from the appreciation of our
collaboration. and the determination of my imagination to epitomize my infatuation with procasti..............................................................................................nation,
the manifestation of interpretation, the annihilation of expectation,
the realization that we are all one vibration,the hallucination of a cosmic sensation
is the foundation of the transformation that will lead you to your location.

it's so cerebral when we're connected as equal that death seems more like a sequel
to the demise of the illusion of separateness that comes from coming together
you'll feel light as feather, conceiving to never sever,inside another you'll find forever. and you will never ever feel alone.
because feeling is the only thing your soul owns.
and when you're alone and cant find a home, let it be known that even if you're prone to groan remember your mind has been blown.
and that makes it worth it. you've felt your passions, disregarded fashions, and freed your mind from this destructive culture of slow demise
and make belive, forget everything and breathe, close your eyes and conceive. and if you reach originality fuck the fear of abnormality,let it
flow in to your reality, and you will achieve immortality,relinquish banality
.because new ideas are few and far between from dumb'd down sapien living in a dream,
but you can find a space so serene removed from the foe-drama's of the cultural machine,the obscene routine of being conceitedly mean,
to those that question what went before.to those fucking mother earth like a motherfucking whore, digging for more and for more.
i implore you to explore, because their must be more than law and war, and pointless cunts born to be ignored, with patter that bores.
so don't care anymore, just open the door, and the free flowing fathom of the fantastic fusion of feeling and believing
will diminish the authority of those who are deceiving. every thing is everything, the pauper is the prince, and the prince must be king.
so be to the earth what the earth is to you. because we are the earth, yet we have no clue. and so it is,was and to be,
that every living creature was made living free. till some daft ape invented philosophy. and now i am you and you are me.
in this catastrophic debauchery, of living in the present time, of man being blind, man surely isn't kind. it's a deep delusion
this separate illusion, so let your senses act as an umbilical chord toward feelings abroad. and let the majestic magnificence
of knowing it's a game, drive you monstrously euphorically cataclysmically insane.
when one day you realize that time began in the year.....................................................................?  

gus

fADINGfACE