Shadow Over The World

A song about wanting to live beneath the waves.

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I'm a mess of broken pieces
Thrown around by a bad dice roll, again
That's the lie I sell you bitches
Oh, I'm not dead, despite your wishes
pray when it goes down that  you're my friend

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Underwater you can't reach me
I separate myself you
I can't escape they won't release me
You'll be sorry when they do

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I'm the part you thought forgotten
everything inside is rotten
I'm the reason you need therapy

track marks running up my arm 
all the time you did me harm
I'm underwater now, you never reach me

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devastation trails behind you
you're safe when I'm beside you
the centre of the hurricane is me

biting cold you feel inside
all the lies you tried to hide
the only one that will survive 
is me
is me

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image used/adapted via CC-license from flickr user c1ssou, with thanks.

Submarine

There's this feeling that I can't seem to shake. There's no meaning, and I've had all I can take. And one by one you are pulled away from me. And gun by gun we call the singularity.
I don't like the world as I see it today. It's just a shadow of things that went way. Feelin' like the ones who I thought I could trust are buried under sneers and lies and rust. And I'm standing here on fire today. All your words meant shit to me anyway. Now you're broken and empty inside and you've lost. Had you ever considered the extent of the cost?
We're selling your soul today. Like we do every day. We filter all that you see and hear. We're collecting our toll today. No use to run away. By the end, you won't feel any fear. We're selling your soul today. Like we do every day. We filter all that you see and hear. You're playing your role OK. Don't matter anyway. In the end, you'll still disappear.
There's a seething in my mind, as of late. Heard them screaming as the grid fell into place. And one by one they were pushed too far to see. And it's begun we've signaled our defeat.
I don't like the world as I see it today. It's just a shadow of things that went way. Feelin' like the ones who I thought I could trust are buried under sneers and lies and rust. And I'm standing here on fire today. All your words meant shit to me anyway. Now you're broken and empty inside and you've lost. Had you ever considered the extent of the cost?
We're selling your soul today. Like we do every day. We filter all that you see and hear. We're collecting our toll today. No use to run away. By the end, you won't feel any fear.We're selling your soul today. Like we do every day. We filter all that you see and hear. You're playing your role OK. Don't matter anyway. In the end, you'll still disappear.


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Angels To Anguish "clip" - Nordmach (Ember Music Chain Album - Vol 1)

Ghosts

Fuck it. Might as well put this out there again...

Made this in High School back when I went there in sophomore (?) year. I basically used the entire class of Video Production 1 to bang out a set of music (some of which was truly not good) on Garageband with an M-Audio keyboard the teacher had on hand, and virtually none of it learning to produce video. Dude gave me a C so I wouldn't retake the class and take up a seat again. I published it on the internet under the name AS(d) (I should really take those pages down) and got -- almost -- no views. Found it on an old hard drive of mine, and listened to it. Thought it'd be worth sharing. Anyway, download this shit if you'd like (http://dropify.com/jeremiahharding/songs/floatkrush) and tell me what you think. If you like it enough, send me some money, and I'll see if I can make more of this...

Paypal: social.email.address@gmail.com

If you know a better way of sending money, tell me. Will use instead.

JH

Floatkrush

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File Transfer Protocol is the product of a post industrial sound which originated in the fading steel towns of north eastern Ohio. A combination of driving distorted guitars, mangled synths, processors and other various electronic gadgetry helps project an overall foreboding sound that effectively paints a picture of isolation and introspection. This area of the country also spawned such bands as Filter, Nine Inch Nails, Tool, DEVO, DINK and Marilyn Manson.

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