Link to Faux_  https://soundcloud.com/fauxperth

Man who's a child
I loved you, most of all

Too late to pretend
I've given my heart again

The curtain fell
Made a shadow of you
I sang the sweetest melodies 
But no pulling you through
A fine few years
Now diminished

Most of all I loved you
Most of all I loved you

Struck just the once
Now with no one
No one to blame like you did me
I loved you
I loved you

Who knows what good would come of us?
Love struck deep and we've become tectonic fooooools

2014

Man Child with faux_

Hollywood could never be so good...

First duo session with https://soundcloud.com/kathryn_corrigan for a film by Norman McLaren (born 14th April, 1914).

Norman McLaren (version #1, 3'33 edit)

I Know That Now (Rinsed Out Mix)

Girls Chase Boys from the album Lights Out by Ingrid Michaelson

Girls Chase Boys

Songs used:
Melanie Martinez - Carousel
twenty one pilots - Ride (instrumental)

Carousel Ride (Mashup) - Melanie Martinez & twenty one pilots

Life Without Purpose

twenty one pilots vs. Melanie Martinez - The Alphabet Judge (Mashup).mp3

Thanks for listening :)
Music by Kris Farrow's acoustic guitar instrumental track off iTunes. 

LYRICS :

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.
Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.
Cause I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.


Runt -The Way I am (Ingrid Michaelson) cover

I met her in a bar up in Chicago
(The past is bright, the future’s tainted)
Where they sip champagne
If the grapes don’t grow
(The cart bites, the pony’s painted)

Al Capone tobacco blowing rings around roses
I risk the smoke for the perfume in spiralling doses
Her smart-phone is a mute and it has a thin skin
But she’ll talk to it tender when her options call in
And the futures begin

She clocked the tempo as the numbers were dancing
(Weak bananas, hashed potato)
To the news from the East 
And the South advancing  
(Chic sultanas lashed by tornados)

She counts the bubbles in the glass in my hand
Then instantly converts them into dollars and rand
She scribbles down the figures on a Post-It note
And tells me call her numbers if I want to sew some oats
And put the bread in a choke
Or just chew the fat
And get the buck out of that

Now I got a girl who likes her coffee grounded
And her cream on the rise and the sugar-cubes rounded
And the rice in the paddy and the cows in the meadow
Where every passing cloud casts a measurable shadow

Her past is bright, her future’s tainted

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Casual song-writer, slowly working on collection of original material ('Poncho Land') in collaboration with others

Coco Futures

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