Slow Ocean

Unravel my soul into you

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Written by Juan Rojo

Vocals performed by Andy and the mysterious session girl.
Guitars: Nicky V, Juan Rojo
All the other instruments by Juan
Mixed by Juan too.

Master: Nicky Howard.

Unravel feat Andy Ohnhaus

Wasn't sure I'd release this but after a buzz to the hospital yesterday figured what the heh. Expermenting with compression and time elements to bring out feelings and emotions.

Atom Fest

Born a Stoner

It all started
When I was younger
I didn’t know who I was
didn’t care at all

You don’t know
What’s coming for you
I would say sorry
But it wouldn’t by true

Born a stoner
Making pillows wet
Bringing suffering
To where I go

You know that I’m trouble
But you still want me
Don’t come back crying
When I leave you again

Born a stoner
Making pillows wet
Bringing suffering
To where I go

You know that I’m trouble
But you still want me
Don’t come back crying
When I leave you again

I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care

It all started
When I was younger
I didn’t know who I was
didn’t care at all

You don’t know
What’s coming for you
I would say sorry
But it wouldn’t by true

Born a stoner
Making pillows wet
Bringing suffering
To where I go

You know that I’m trouble
But you still want me
Don’t come back crying
When I leave you again

Born a stoner
Making pillows wet
Bringing suffering
To where I go

You know that I’m trouble
But you still want me
Don’t come back crying
When I leave you again

Born A Stoner

Methane Bullet

Yeah we’re all going down
Did it to ourselves
Our greed is choking us out
And then we’re gone
Living a lie just to live in a dream
Until we can’t breathe anymore

You Had a crown on your head
A Crown on your head,
You ain’t wearing the crown anymore x2

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Our sentients gave us a fear of death, giving birth to an afterlife
All of the nature that we couldn’t explain helped the humans to spread their lies

He Had a crown on his head
A Crown on his head,
He ain’t wearing the crown anymore x2

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in you two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Yeah, we’re digging our graves
This Earth is wasting away
We Got Plastic flowing through our veins
This human virus, our insatiable thirst, our arrogance is insane

We placed a crown on ours heads
A crown on our heads
We ain’t wearing the crown anymore x2

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in you two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Bridge
Flat earth babies and republicans
Still screaming that the science is illusion
Climate change deniers and corporate greed
Praying on the middle class to feed their machine
Religious tell you there's a paradise
doubling down on delusional hypocrisies

Maybe once the oceans boil
Maybe with the rising tides
Maybe endless wild fires will help them realize
Maybe once the ice is gone
Maybe cancer in every breathe
Maybe what it takes to save this planet is to be nothing more than animal again

Methane Bullet gonna rip you in you two
Nothing you can do
We Gone the way of the dinosaurs 🦕 🦖

Methane Bullet

Took a trip to america the old land of the free.
All you find is arrogance amongst faded beauty.
In a land that is too young to contain ideas that are so old.
You're looking for adventure but it's all been bought and sold.

When nothing's give away.
You're gonna have to pay.
And somethings not quite right.
Just drive into the night.
Coming to Ametica

Took a trip to America to see what you could see.
The only thing you don't expect is abject poverty.
The land that doesn't care about the people that it serves
It doesn't give you any time unless you hold onto your nerve.

Keep money in your hands.
Whilst sticking to your plans.
And don't be taken ill.
By the illusion of free will.
Coming to America.

Take a trip to america to have a look around.
Forget bout the alamo and feel the desert ground.
All you find out there is lots of rows of iron thorns.
An airbrushing existence who's foundations are left worn.

They took the land away.
And will not even say. 
The plastic piles abound.
The bones that they surround.
Coming to America.

This is not america you hear the preacher say.
You better keep your thoughts in cos there's lots that you can't say.
When you base your existence on system thats a lie.
The land where your own freedom means you're gonna have to die.

Even the best laid plans.
Are built on shifting sands.
There's things that can't be owned.
And ideas outgrown. 
Coming to America.

Coming To America

BLACK FEAR

Lament Flute

One Day

Dono or Support

Give It Up Again

Arabian Girl is the 8th track from Joshua Sims's debut album "Ambient".

This is the original audio from Arabian Girl

Ambient

Arabian Girl

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LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

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