A sort of diary. My journey through my life so far in raw emotion, in resonance with the universe, in sonics. Remember there's light all around us, you just have look for it. Viva La Vida

Ocean Child

does it get boujee?

Alec Adeva on keys! 
pic is of us in McDonalds c/o Martina Roces
music by him n lyrics by me,,,iphone recording

words:

this is the most human i've ever been 
i'm trimming the stems 
i'm keeping the petals
and sewing them on to me

don't oblige me-- nothing has to die to make me happy
i'll be lighting candles for their fragrance
not for a loss
i'm separating good advice from yours 
don't compare your catflap to my doors
a checkpoint on my mental map
i'd rather have done it than not

i may not have your skin 
but you weren't built on my bones
it's so easy to run back 
when you've barely left home 
anyway it will all be on me

this is the most human i've ever been
overwhelmed by the water
too sacred to touch
letting the waves wash over me 

i may not have your skin 
but you weren't built on my bones
it's so easy to run back 
when you've barely left home 
anyway it will all be on me

people do change,
but that don't mean he'll have a different frame
yes i'll be going away but i'll return whence i came
anyway it will all be on me

station six (iphone voice memo)

its a reoccurring theme that 
I curse myself

second guessing every time

by design its built in me
but tearing my self esteem

mother said 
trust yourself
and never be afraid

but i can’t help it now

oh oh oh x2

i dont give credit when i need
i dont mean to displease
    
just don’t feel like i deserve it 
i can't help
 
its a reoccurring theme that 
I curse myself

second guessing every time

by design its built in me
but tearing my self esteem

Curse Myself  // demo track

Short n Sweet

Produced by Daniel & Maxwell
Vocals by Daniel Shibuya

MUSIC VID
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwGxyHu4b6Q&t=147s

Bipolar (Ft. Maxwell Cantrell) [MUSIC VID IN BIO]

could you please tell me why i don’t  know where i’m going
i can’t quite comprehend what i see
the city lights make your eyes shine, they appear to be glowing
i want to be closer just you and me

love is an odd phenomenon 
the lights of the room flicker off and on
your t shirt slipping off your shoulders
the car gets warmer outside is getting colder

sometimes i miss the way we thought when we were younger
i want to go back to when i was born
your mouth lies open drooling like a child’s while you slumber
you tend to break your promises while i keep what i swore

hate follows me wherever i go
the headlights seem to illuminate the snow
i miss the way i used to be able to see you
i miss the drinks the lies, the way i deceived you

could you please tell me why i don’t know where i’m going
i can’t quite comprehend what i see

shivers

i feel the blood pouring out my nose 
and fall right splat my bright white kitchen floor
i wish that i was sometimes in the know
but right now i’m blindfolded walking straight into the doors
of the house where you first taught me how to love
i miss the days where we enjoyed being together
through the thick and the thin the scorching hot and freezing cold
i don’t know about you but i’m starting to feel weathered

the blood still pouring like a fountain 
the white tile becomes consumed with a massive red stain
the head of the once loved is now on the wall mounted
I hope when she died she felt little to no feelings of pain
when you speak i can hear each and every syllable 
the waves of your voice are a fork slowly dragging on a plate
the love i had for you was the pinnacle 
of our association but now i’ve grown more and more hate

the house is now littered with tiny imperfections
i wish i could remove the bright red shame
but now i stare into the cloudy sad reflection
of the shiny white kitchen floor that has now become stained

NoseBleed (demo)

memory (demo)

Some songs about the common experiences of growing up & all that jazz.
Produced by Wes Park

Growing Pains

Why she crying with such a pretty face
She’s got what she needs, she’s got the time and place
She never got it 
She never got it
Counting numbers all in threes, fuck it all she’s on knees
She never got it 
She never got it
She never had it  
Just forget it
She’s already done it
She’s flushed it
Red lines covering her eyes, runny nose, time after time
She never got it 
She never got it
And everyone knows, they just choose to pose
She never got it 
She never got it

memory (demo)

Ian Fredrickson