Wow man. Great vocal. Amazing song!! What us the percussive bit? That's super cool. "I Screamed..." and nearly whisper the next bit... very... dynamic and literate. Super-real. Way to goJess!! 💙

This is....idk....like Led Zeppelin and REM had a baby 🤔

🎵🎵🎵"euohaaaauohaaaohaaaa!!!!"🎵🎵🎵 Fckingawesome pHIn!!! Maybe the best so far. So good.  💥☝😑💥

lovely acoustic groove/singing. Good resonance. The stop was lovely and "he wouldn't listen" was gorgeous. Good use of falsetto :) Amazing song man

i like this music. a litlr disonnance behind. deep.  

I dined with a friend on a dreary day, he took the bill but I was the one who paid,
On the way home we had to pass a train, I saw his eyes go blank, I saw the pain,

And I screamed STOP but he wouldn’t listen, he was dead inside, he wasn’t even alive

This didn’t happen to me, I was in disbelief,
This couldn’t of happened to me, I cried in relief,

And I’d have screamed STOP just a little bit sooner, he might still be alive, he might not have died

I looked down to look at my dead friend, I looked down and saw my self staring back,
I was dead and lying on the track,
And if I’d have screamed STOP, just a little bit sooner, I might still be alive, I might not have died
I felt half of myself, grow hollow inside, I felt half of myself, fade and die, 

And I’d have screamed STOP I might’ve listened, I might still be alive, I might not have died

I left home later that night, without myself

cover art: k.krievin
lap percussion: k.krievin
additional mixing and tinkering: sonic wizard

Homeland

Dayfall

Phineas Gage, was a man who suffered a tragic accident when a railroad spike he was tampering explosives with, went through his head. His personality changed. Phineas Gauge liken the spike to music, altering their fundamental nature, in an utterly profound way.  

     We humbly invite you to better acquaint yourself with our rather eclectic music of which we are very passionate. It makes us think of mold growing atop a fancy pair of leather shoes while trudging through the jungle. It is like being huddled next to a trouble light for warmth, while sleeping in a rolled up rug in a garage, in the middle of winter. 

    Strange, comforting, a funny tickly feeling just prior to the first wave of psychedelic introspection, a paradox on a long pier, and you sold all of your bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico

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