the northern wall,
never let me go
it was coated with ivy and
covered with snow

and the wind was
rushing past my ears,
blowing around 
doubts and fears

i like her, i wanna 
keep her around,
but this summers
so much cooler underground

such a terrible mistake,
i'll say i'll forget you 
at the wake

you dug your fingers in
pulling the bullet from you head
clattering as it hit the floor,
god is dead

what transitions us to the monsters
that we feared as little kids?
exultations to the tormented,
of whom we are rid

i like her, i wanna 
keep her around,
but this summers
so much cooler underground

such a terrible mistake,
i'll say i'll forget you 
at the wake

out in this darkness anything
could grab me and i'd
let the claws sink in if
only they would have me

now, softly, 
starlings cry above me, 
i awoke
hoping i'd love me

i like her, i only need
her for awhile
i miss her magic fingers
and her crooked smile

this summers so much 
cooler underground
hell is heaven for the devils,
i hear their trumpets sound

spitfire

Guitar and vocals by me

Lyrics:

In skimming over these, the empty side of banks
For memories that tug my heart strings from their ropes
I find another piece of canvas covered up 
To stunt the blossoming of thoughts that linger hope

I swear I’m letting go; that I’m not holding on
To little shards of happiness that won’t exist
Is effort in the vogue? This torture of my own
Sure seems to be; I can’t compete with what you miss

I’m just sitting alone
As I wait to come down again
Fervorous; billow out
From lips, the curse of oxygen

Eye for an eye
Dedicate the right
Scar for scar, and bruise for bruise
And anything that does ensue
Scratch that itch and bear your teeth
To me

Is anyone in tow? Or will I just succumb
To eager voices that are bursting at the seams
Scrub out all that shows, the little things that beg
And pry against the walls of fragile memories

I’m just sitting alone
As I wait to come down again
Fervorous; billow out
From lips, the curse of oxygen

Breath for a breath
Dedicate the left
Row by row, and brick by brick
Or anything that doesn’t quit
Fall in line with syncope
In me

Never falling into view
There’s so little I can do
But to count the days
In a paralytic hue
Somaticizing what gets through
As I waste away
What’s left to say?
Just be okay

Eye for an eye
Dedicate the right
Scar for scar, and bruise for bruise
And anything that does ensue
Scratch that itch and bear your teeth
To me

I swear I’m letting go; that I’m not holding on
To empty words that linger longer than your ghost

Falling Down Like Ashes

shink about it

Written, Recorded, Produced, Mixed, Mastered by Nathan Clark
Featuring Ian Clark - Sick Keyboard Solo

Best unknow me now
I won't be getting much better
The highest of raised eyebrows
Spin sketch as if I let ya

I'm not concerned 
My identity's inurned 
The slightest touch is so far from me

Nothing's heard
Accessibly obscure
I say these things cuz it's just so easy

I don't have to say much
But I don't have much to say
I never really find it hard to relate 
I'm dropping truth bombs on you like
I don't have to say much
But I don't have much to say
You only ever like it when I talk cliché
I'm dropping truth bombs on you like '98 

Tell me your whole life
Take a microfiche to read me
Think I heard you maybe
Just laugh and say that's crazy

I'm not concerned
My identity's inurned 
Because I know that I ain't shit really

Nothing's heard 
incessantly absurd
I say these things cuz it's just so easy

I don't have to say much
But I don't have much to say
I never really find it hard to relate 
I'm dropping truth bombs on you like
I don't have to say much
But I don't have much to say
You only ever like it when I talk cliché
I'm dropping truth bombs on you like '98 

I don't think you wanna know me

I don't have to say much
But I don't have much to say
I never really find it hard to relate 
I'm dropping truth bombs on you like
I don't have to say much
But I don't have much to say
You only ever like it when I talk cliché
I'm dropping truth bombs on you like '98

I Don't Have to Say Much

Written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Allegheny Drive
Artwork by Danny Laake

Hesitant eyes fall down
Is this the end?
Quarterway to full thrush
Stain red tint 
Eyes closed now
Is this the end? 
No it's never enough

All our young festooned on the coup
At the southpaw of concrete noose
Tent city blooms and we're raising the poles

Twenty naughts stacked neck high
In my mahogany chest
Demerits as a moniker
Crestfallen you keep me
Breathe the heaviest sigh
1000 years mummified

All our young festooned on the coup
At the southpaw of concrete noose
Tent city blooms and we're raising the poles

Hippodrome

I make music, and sometimes it's good.

My website: https://transvoicecoach.com

Falling Down Like Ashes

Jessafur

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