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:
I’m standing right outside the door
An open heart in need of scars
So tell me, tell me, what was the point in feeling at all?
Now anything that lessens the hurt just steepens the fall
And I can see the ground expanding
I can’t breathe just letting it in and letting it out
I’m choking on the things that I’ve said, now all of my doubts
Are echoing in words unspoken (words unspoken)

You’re another of my confessions
When you were never more than second guessing this
Just put the work in, and you’ll be perfect
And I’ll be worth a little less than worthless

It’s as simple as it gets
I’m just another losing bet
And I keep making every mistake that I’ve ever made
I’m trying but it happened again, it’s staying the same
And I can never get this over
So pull me down and make me believe that something can change
That I don’t need to cut into skin to work out the pain
That I’m okay to just stay broken (just stay broken)

You’re another of my confessions
When you were never more than second guessing this
Just put the work in, and you’ll be perfect
And I’ll be worth a little less than worthless

Don’t take your time
I’ll waste all mine

Don’t take your time
(Just put the work in)
I’ll waste all mine
(And you’ll be perfect)

Saboteur with a Sabatier (Version 1)

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

Saboteur with a Sabatier (Version 1)

Jessafur

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