You, said, that you’d never leave. 
As the clock, struck, three in the morning
But your callow, ignorance is bliss. 
As I miss, your scent, upon the skin i’m in

Home.

We keep blaming it on the drinks when we meet, 
We dance we fall in love and then the trance ends
We wake up in our respective beds with someone else
That’s how crooked we are we don’t deserve to love

I despise who I’ve become
I was your good time lover, Not your bad time friend
We had some times and that was all. 
And so it was, nothing at all

We’re the, wrong people, doing bad things at the right time
Good folk, don’t steal kisses as shame awaits
I still, sent you home, I thought you were mine
But you never were, at least not when we’re dry

We’ve, both, missed the chance we had. 
And now, you’re, a poison in my veins
As I cut, to bleed, the memories from my wrists. 
And I cut, to bleed, you out

I despise who I’ve become with you
You were my bad time lover, Not my good time friend
We had some times and that was all.
And so it was, it was nothing at all

A corrupt version of me
I wear many skins tailored to who I’m with
You could say I’m bespoke to you

A corrupt version of me
I wear many skins tailored to who I’m with
You could say I’m bespoke to you


A love song for here - Rough Mix

Don't sell us a line. We're not buying here
I'm not that stupid anymore
Every transgression a fine, there's no freedom here
Flat on our backs with our bedroom sores

We've got to take action
We're just people taking action
We've got take action mainstream fiction
We've got to take action

Apathetic eyes, eye the pathetic
No caring at all, but for self
The collective sighs on the web can't be heard
We've got to take action now

We've got to take action
We're just people taking action
We've got take action mainstream fiction
We've got to take action

Don't tell me to stop, when I've got something to say.
Our viewpoints matter, we've got a different way.
To see things as grey. Things are grey.
Not the high contrast filter. Made by the government app builder.

Who?

We've got to take action
We're just people taking action
We've got take action mainstream fiction
We've got to take action

Vote
Music - Hell Low
Lyrics - Hell Low
Produced by - Eswandy Sarip

People Take Action - Rough Mix

This island is sinking				How do we keep afloat
From the weight of depression		Amidst the tide of greed
There is no empathy				Who are truly poor
In our daily pragmatism			In this dreamless city

Living in the sun				The tide washes over
Surrounded by the sea			The faces of our youth
Are the shadows much longer		Kept from drifting away
When cast by palm trees			By our umbilical noose

The island’s depression, a grey man’s impressions
The island’s depression, an old man’s confessions

Burnt by the sun				Who parts the seas
That bleaches all white			Between the shelved and the sheltered
We run into walls				Who leads the marches
Left no will to fight				Of the shackled and the free

The island’s depression, a grey man’s impressions
The island’s depression, an old man’s confessions

This Isle is far too heavy			We bow our heads
For just one man to carry			Toward the masts of the dead
A nation on his shoulders			And flags flown by patriots
Bent down as he grows older			Of the paper parade

The island’s depression, a grey man’s impressions
The island’s depression, an old man’s confessions


Island Depression

1. Let's Get Low
2. I Left My Father In Bukit Panjang
3. Clarke Quay (Singapore My Lover No More)
4. Commonwealth (Chew Leng Ann Jamming Studio)
6. Boon Keng

Hell Low @ SGIO Ujikaji Music Rooms

This song was written for our flat in Perumal Road. A space inhabited by miscreants and idealists alike. We had so many people fall down drunk, fall in love and fall out of love in that walk up apartment. I'll miss them all.

Rooms

You’re sad I know, I can’t help, you won’t go.
Your insides reek of depression.

You’re mad I know. The things you throw.
At me in desperation.

You won’t go I won’t stay. At least not in that way.
We’re done, we’re done, we are done.

These empty rooms, remind me of.

It’s bye for now. We’ll find a way somehow.
You need some isolation.

I’ll remember you. This sad shade of blue.
We won’t have conversations.

These empty rooms, remind me of.

You.

These empty rooms, remind me of…

Hell Low - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Anise - Vocals
otochthon - Vocals
Alexius Cai (Piblokto) - Acoustic Guitar

Hell Low Trio is Anise and Otochthon and Hell Low
All Music and Lyrics - Hell Low
All tracks recorded and mixed by Victor Low at Affixen 
Produced by Victor Low, Hell Low, Anise and otochthon
Mastered by James Plotkin at Plotkinworks

Rooms

Sarron

Young men die for their countries everyday in war.
Some men died, for this country’s make believe play at war.

Don’t die young boys.
It’s not worth the sacrifice.
Just run and hide.
It’s not worth the sacrifice.

Don’t forget all the young ones, who could not take the pain.
It’s not by choice they had no voice. What does their dying gain?

Don’t die young boys.
It’s not worth the sacrifice. 
Just run and hide.
It’s not worth the sacrifice.

Spark up, light up the night.
As we extinguish the flame with fumes.
Spark up, light up the night.
As we extinguished the flame with fumes.

Hell Low - Vocals, Acoustics Guitar, Synths
Anise - Vocals, Violin, Glockenspiel
otochthon - Vocals, Synths
Victor Low - Bass, Percussion, Effects

All Music and Lyrics - Hell Low
All tracks recorded and mixed by Victor Low at Affixen 
Produced by Victor Low, Hell Low, Anise and otochthon
Mastered by James Plotkin at Plotkinworks

Sarron

Falter

We falter. We can’t keep it together, we try.
This cheap nostalgia. I can’t keep this high alive.

I’m flat out broken, like this system no justice we’re blind.
Kill a man, get a ban. Talk too loud, freedom’s out.

It cuts like knife that’s blunt.
It hurts more because.
I love you Singapore.

Tensions high. The races are divided once more 
into categories. Chinese privilege spoken in shadows fore sure.

We’ll never be equal. At least not till we see the wounds.
And realise that meritocracy is a rich man’s lie.

It cuts like knife that’s blunt.
It hurts more because.
I love you Singapore.

 Hell Low - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Synths
 Anise - Violin
 otochthon - Synths
  Alexius Cai (Piblokto) - Acoustic Guitar
 Victor Low - Bass, Percussion

All Music and Lyrics - Hell Low
All tracks recorded and mixed by Victor Low at Affixen 
Produced by Victor Low, Hell Low, Anise and otochthon
Mastered by James Plotkin at Plotkinworks

Falter

Let’s Get Low

All over again, playing games with my foolish heart.
All over again, you play with the feelings in my fragile heart.

The words they wither on your lips.
You shouldn’t speak cos the letters they cut deep.

Your whore’s perfume still clogs the air.
I hate it cos it fucking lingers everywhere.

All over again, playing games with my foolish heart.
All over again, you play with the feelings in my fragile heart.

You killed me stabbed my twice.
Although it was I who held the knife.

These ceramic walls are my last reprieve.
Those cunning words no longer deceive.

Control escape from the memory of you.
From the memory of you, from the memory of you.

Hell Low - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Synths
Anise - Vocals, Violin
otochthon - Vocals, Synths

All Music and Lyrics - Hell Low
All tracks recorded and mixed by Victor Low at Affixen 
Produced by Victor Low, Hell Low, Anise and otochthon
Mastered by James Plotkin at Plotkinworks

Lets Get Low

Lover no more

You said that you’d never leave. As the clock struck three in the morning.
But your callow ignorance is bliss. And I miss your scent upon the skin i’m in.

Home.

We keep blaming it on the drinks when we dance we fall in love, then the trance ends.
We wake up in our respective beds with someone else.
That’s how crooked we are. 
We don’t deserve love.

I despise who I’ve become with you.
You were a good time lover. Not a bad time friend.
You were a good time lover. Not a bad time friend.
We had some times and that was all. 
And in the end, it was nothing at all

We’re the wrong people, doing bad things at the right time.
Good folk don’t steal kisses as shame awaits.
I still brought you home, I thought you were mine.
But you never were, at least not when we’re dry.

We’ve both missed the chance we had. 
And now you’re a poison in my veins.
As I cut to bleed the memories from my wrists. 
And I cut to bleed you out.

I despise who I’ve become with you.
You were my good time lover. Not a bad time friend.
You were my good time lover. Not a bad time friend.
We had some times and that was all.
And in the end it was nothing at all.

A corrupt version of me.
I wear many skins tailored to who I’m with.
You could say I’m bespoke to you.
You could say I’m bespoke to you.

Hell Low - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Anise - Vocals
otochthon - Vocals
Victor Low - Double Bass, Drums, Electric guitar, Organ, Vibraphone

All Music and Lyrics - Hell Low
All tracks recorded and mixed by Victor Low at Affixen 
Produced by Victor Low, Hell Low, Anise and otochthon
Mastered by James Plotkin at Plotkinworks

Lover No More

Love’s Great Loss

I’ve seen some great loves die right before my very eyes.
I’m seen mediocre ones thrive and multiply.

But who am I to judge your love? I’m not the one in love.
But who am I to judge your love? I’m not the one you love.

I’ve seen some great loves fail. Time and time again amongst my friends.
I’ve seen mediocre ones bear childish fruit. Babies as plain as their parents.

But who am I to judge your love? I’m not the one in love.
But who am I to judge your love? I’m not the one you love.

I’m not the one in love.
I’m not the one you love.

Hell Low - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Synths 
Anise - Vocals
otochthon - Vocals, Synths
Alexius Cai (Piblokto) - Acoustic Guitar

All Music and Lyrics - Hell Low
All tracks recorded and mixed by Victor Low at Affixen 
Produced by Victor Low, Hell Low, Anise and otochthon
Mastered by James Plotkin at Plotkinworks

Loves Great Loss

This is place where you will find, the bit and pieces of my mind.

Hell Low

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