01 Soft Delicious Wine.WAV

post punk x New wave x goth Rock x doomer music x goth music x industrial Rock x SYNTHWAVE X DARKWAVE X retrowave x 80s x ELECTRONIC TYPE BEAT INSTRUMENTAL FOR SALE 

MORT (DARKWAVE X goth Rock type Beat INSTRUMENTAL)

Lyric video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKirQ5vXqGo

Harvest the Truth

Parfois, elle s'arrêtait,
Soucieuse de contempler
Les astres
Cessant de l'éclairer.
Ses yeux, à l'horizon,
Cherchaient, les constellations.

Elle marche,
En diagonale,
Dans le vide 
Sidéral.

Un jour en plein été,
Hagarde
Et dissipée,
Elle chut d'un peuplier
Qui jusque là, la supportait ;
Flottant, nonchalamment,
Au dessus de l'océan.

Elle marche,
En diagonale,
Dans le vide 
Sidéral.

En diagonale, dans le vide

written: alien 8
produced & engineered: BCR Sound
performed: alien 8

left / right come together like butt cheeks

thanks !!

2 Gay Dads

Make due with the tools given to you.
whether its fair or not, its fated that you have to use em.
you can bitch and moan but another lease on life isnt promised.
Make a home outta those sticks and stones

Yoshicarus

Burnout

PT,1 /// Sat, Feb 29, 2020

A re-mastered and finely-tuned version of this song from our third album

LYRICS:

You moved south and you changed your life again
Your big mouth put you in a world of pain
The weight of the world upon your shoulders, strained
Your clean slate is shimmering in summer rain

You fell in with a band of miscontents
They taught you how to think in just the present tense
Life seemed pretty sweet for a time, on the sunshine coast with a bottle of wine
Until the past caught up, put you back into line again

We can do anything

If you marry me, we’ll make this all real
Our souls we’ll adorn with faith that we’ll steal
A look in the eye, a kiss on the mouth
With hearts open wide we keep moving south

Take a breath and you’re back on track again
Engine on and the fire is crackling
Take my hand and we’ll run through the sand to where the ocean spray brings an end to the land
And we can swim along to the sound of the mandolin

You moved south and you changed your life again
Your clean slate is shimmering in summer rain
The weight of the world upon your shoulders, strained
Your big mouth put you in a world of pain

Burnout

Flight Effect