Name: Vapor by Kek-Buh
Duration: 4 min 51 s
Description: Just a low fi phone recording of a piano improv I did not too long ago

Love the room noise and the handling of the instrument, this is the kind of thing that benefits from feeling as though you’re RIGHT there with the performer

ROBOROSKY - LITTLE WITCH

Probably my best foray into moderately accessible music.

Lyrics:

The death of a harper 
Never meant much
About as much as all other 
Clipped wings, instead
The way they walk
In opposition of endurance
All the while ever
Elegant 
If they are anything like
The strings they pull
Tremulous as long as
They are speaking
And as much as admission
of greed was impossible
To touch with manicured,  
enviable paws, it figures
There wouldn’t be a welcome
Into mirrored glass

The death of a harper
Marks the end of an era
Dare it be the last time 
Any of them lie in the stream
Though here at the nadir 
Disdain leaks from the pores
Easy to see why the climb
to the summit failed, since 
what was heard and inferred
Quite different from the intent
How it delights criteria
and infuriates the reckless
Is evidence that acolytes 
Tire at the same threshold 
Where dancers give up
Borrowed time is a reminder
Of romantic suppers
When the father stares 
Like the dead, right through 

The death of a harper
Meant everything 
Meant everything 
Next to none

Death of a Harper

Death of the Harper (prod. mourning dove)

Just a low fi phone recording of a piano improv I did not too long ago

Vapor

Reworking of “despite”. Heavy. Aggressive and Brutal with healthy doses of deep distortion.

krakenn

Third track on my first full-length metal album/compilation/collaborative project, Silver Shapeshifter. Every track on the project represents a different section of the metal universe. This track marks the most accessible point on the album, marrying pop sensibilities and industrial percussion, all with an orchestral flair.

Silver Shapeshifter

You Will See the Sky Crawling

BAUX BAUX G (VII)

I Am Not Here

OFAB

Blood Rivers

standing on clouds

I make music for the sake of my heart. 
To burn the figments that would haunt me.
To dance beneath that sublime nectar that falls onto our open palms.

Vapor

Kek-Buh

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