keep it pimpin never simpin. much love brody

Feel the eyes hear the cries
Feel the eyes upon you hear the cries inside you
Demon here demon there
This ain't no time to be scared
Your hands have got to grip the hedges
Your feet stay firm on the bridges
It's you who chose to journey alone
Why couldn't you just stay home?

If you aim your desire
You could live by your own fire
Even when your spirits draw away
Hear them shaking in the grass
Can you feel them watching you as you pass?
The tiny voice that soothes is coming from you

Fear the night fear the day
The dead or the living when they pass your way
Demon here demon there
Everywhere

If you aim your desire
You could live by your own fire
Even when the spirits leave you lone
Remember long ago
What you already know
What you already know
Your way home

Demon here demon there
Don't be scared. Stay aware
You gotta stay clear. You gotta stay bold
Hands and feet gotta hold
Demon teams demon dreams
Woven out of the moonbeams
Voicing from below in echo

Carve a sigil cast a bone
Make an altar of a stone
Call to the beast beyond the foam
A gentle hand, a knowing eye, a loving tone

Feel the eyes hear the cries
Feel the eyes upon you hear the cries inside you
Demon in the heat. Demon on repeat
Why didn't you just stay home?
Now you're just all about the sight
Of the towns at the foot of the mountain
With their beckoning lights

Demon teams demon dreams
They called you out again
Now your hands have got to hold
Your legs have got to stand
Feel the eyes hear the cries
The howling of the beast
You're the howling in the peaks
You are the beast you seek

Echo Demon

Spring

This is a song that started off as something else entirely different. Originally, it was a noodle that I recorded using a delay pedal. I gave it to Chris Maness, who put a killer bass lines on in. so, I went back and completely reimagined it as an actual song. I thought it sounded kinda swampy, so I thought of the most musical thing I could think of about a swamp. I remember the swarms of gnats that would form different patterns when I'd sing different vibrations at them. Hence, Dance of the Gnats.

Dance of the Gnats (with cgmaness)

Terra Incognita

Nobody’s Garden

Progressing aimlessly… written in my twenties… seems like little has changed

Desultory

Common Cause 145 BPM

i love you...

raw unedited. this wasnt for everyone to hear, just her. but i just decided to make it public. so yea.. some parts were written as you can hear me flipping through pages and some was freestyle.

heartbroken always and forever

november, forever the worst month of the year FOR ME . This was recorded November of 2021. and not a beat of heartbreak has changed. 

im not sure who made each beat, im sorry. this was a year old on  a different computer.

NOVEMBER

May we be in a state
Of discarnation
Beyond
Without a physical body
Do you not love being there?

Discarnation

Vocal, Bass Guitar, Lyrics and song by William Paterson
@w-paterson-1-1
organ, backing vocals, mix, mastering and production by conover
© 2023 Patersongs/Conover

NOVEMBER

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