I really love this, conveys perfectly the mood.

Adagio -Demo

Canzone

Art Party Conditions
And no Inhibitions
No Edge
No Rules
No Meaning
And no issues to raise.

Head all ablaze in a maze of bullshit.
Burning through beer like the end of a year

Pay a gold coin donation for some salt on the floor
Cocaine in the kitchen
Discussing bad fiction
Tampons on the ceiling
Seems the girls have 'gone fishing'
And the ash on the rug? 
Some of mine, some of yours

Art Installation, right next to a station
Language, mechanical
A united nation.

Words in a row
Such smoke inhalation
Stay up long enough and watch everyone go

Outside the compound, but inside the dome.
The drone of the roadworks and the road-working drones
Deadshit in Adidas, hang clutching his penis
Walks opposite me, and punches a tree.

Early in the morning, Daylight in periphery
Compassion don't come easy
Well compassion don't come easy for me.
You gotta get out there an socialise, right?
But I'd rather be mean than pretend i'm eighteen.

I'm a charming young man
When i'm cooked like a chook
I've been doing this stuff a few years, a long time

I want honest and raw
Like a pretty good book

Compliment me, I wanna feel fine
Compliment me, I wanna feel fine
Compliment me I wanna feel fine
Compliment me and I'll, I'll, fine fine fine, fine fine fine, and i'll, and I'll, fine fine...

Wombo - Misanthrope

This is a segment of a larger song I'm working on with https://soundcloud.com/moth-cult -  But i created a full length version to be used in a film for screen class at art school.

Here is the video if you are so inclined <3

https://vimeo.com/125795064

In Castles

LYRICS:
"Plastic hearts and thimble heads all wrapped up with rubber bands
hunted by toy buffalo kings, bad dreams poison everything
shoot their arrows - pop their guns;
you lose yourself in ghost radio. In a signal made of smoke.

Our feet are lost in the willow trees. Sound alarms. Frost bite comes to eat
You shove em out in the quaking light, their shining breasts bend the light
in velvet crumbs they die and tower, where all the hours go.

They say they love you but only they need, like hummingbirds come to feed;
boys and girls on mounting pins, under a glass in a dusty bin; with worn limbs tattered at their seams, 
on empty beds, unbuttoned eyes and heads;
would you look at all the mess!
Don’t recognize them. Melted and burned, by the wrath of ray gun baby feels.
Mouth glum. Hearts of power. Warm to the bone, the bandages on fingertips hold the little ones 
hold the hands that shake!


Crooked eyed queens and fat little kings. Sucking on flowers. Fucking on dreams. Their nibs and stoles on pillow trees, drinking of reek and smoking bees. And I'm afraid their apple brains had all grown roots, unglued the stars from their beds, knotted limbs from wooden heads "



Artwork: 'Madame McAllister and the Twin Sippers' used with permission of the voraciously talented Kristian Adam

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Unbuttoned Eyes

Recorded March 2016 at AIM Studio. Thanks to Alysoun & Irene.

Fitzroy Or Kew - Demo

A New Track From Easy Street xx

a big thanks to the wonderful and acclaimed jazzman Dan Barnett for his trombone contributions.

Engineer: Nic Cottle & Mikey Field

Shoplifters

7-BIT HORSE
A river rusted the heavy metal under my skin
I got a magnet heart and its stuck with every nail and pin
I got 20 eye balls and 19 are blind, a rubber tongue that reeks of insecticide.
I got nobody close but I wish 
I had a creepy post-terrestrial lover of mine own

Mah’ fuzzy brain buzzes like the flies up in the attic
My voice is like a busted TV that’s haunted with the static
my face slumps like a seven-bit horse a’thrice mangled by a tractor off course -
and all the squirrels have left holes where the bugs n’ the beetles
like to munch down on my circuit boards.

I want a lover like a dreadful halloween bride. 
we’ll get a married in the ruby orange mellow of night 
and make the love underneath the big blood moons 
drippin’ down the mountain hide of June
we’ll roast fat raccoons on an iron spit. 
and suck anti-freeze from the tire pits.

The rain it rusted the copper gums under my fangs. 
I got one good back but the other’s got inscrutable pain 
I got 25 arms and 19 are shot, a rubber tongue that reeks of lichen and rot.
I don’t got nobody close but I wish 
I had a creepy preternatural lover of my own

I want a grisly abominable valentine
we’ll get hitched in the blood hot eventide
we’ll do the jelly underneath the bent scuff moon
inside a crevice full of eyebolts and screws 
and we’ll boil up a dead skunk in wiper fluid
and sip a little turpentine

Deathcrux

7-bit Horse

Tearing Through the Surface and Diving Into the World Inside the World

Moonchild (numero due)

Written, tracked, arranged, played and produced by KIne Hjeldnes
Mixed and mastered by Even Sarucco

CRUEL

bundle of nervous energy 

find and support me on spotify <3

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Moonchild (numero due)

Jac Beth ☾

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