I like this one the most because it's where I hear quite a bit of Jesse.  I love that you have a Pink Floyd influence, but I'm always going to want to hear from Jesse Austin much more than I want to hear from PF.  Really amazing instrumental performances here.

lost memories

This is an album concerning the human attraction to any addiction. What I have noticed on this plane of existence is that we are all prone to addictive behavior. People get attached to different "vices" or things that return them to a state of nostalgia. From exercise, to religion, to illegal drugs, I have seen every one of my friends, family, and strangers struggle with the things that they have become entranced by and they feel some sort of need to follow these interests to exceedingly great lengths. The album is not complete. The first track needs main vocals, on down to most of the album needs subtle changes that I have been unable to do, due to the loss of primary recording computer... Consequently, please let me know where I might be able to get my hands on a version of Cubase that is MAC friendly. Thank you for listening, here are the vocals for the tracks. You should be able to determine what format of addiction I was striving to illuminate. These tracks included a great deal of inspiration from Pink Floyd.
Responsive

Seal your lips and speak to me
Or bask in warm light of tv
Turn up the air and shut the blinds
Bliss will help you pass the time

Free from picking a career
Home's the place to wade in tears

Beholden
Try to be grateful
there's a world to see around you
Beholden

Bottoms up for tonight
Drown until you can't see light
Look around at all your peers
Most of them are what you fear

Make sure your target doesn't move
We all hate your attitude

Beholden
search until you find reason
in a life that is surrounded
Beholden
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Powerless

State your name and your addiction
All of us are here to share
We all abide by some affliction
Yet no one really cares
One more hit and I'd be sober
Another sip and I'd feel fine
Yet I'm here and christ compels me
Still the sickness eats my mind

Powerless, and losing site of any need to try
Emptyness empowers when the bottle's running dry
Waking up, forgetting what happened before dawn
How far from feeling do we have to be to find calm?

Vague view of the world before me
I stood atop the only hill
To watch the dark wall approaching
Wondering who it would kill
Staring into neverending
As the wick will light the oil
One last breath of no more feeling
Darkness dripping from the foil

Emptiness distributes keeping function here today
Powerless, consumed by empty dreams that couldn't stay
Go to sleep and try to dream of something worth a damn
How far have we made it just to stare into our hands?
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Destitute

In addition to all that I do
False identity tries to push through
Three I have met their mouths become wet
When they read what I've written to you

The book wasn't meant for my hands
But what really is?
Labeled "Desire" it is this I perspire
but you left me with nothing to miss

They won't ever know where I'm from
They just want to know how to come
To a land I create that you piled on my plate
Now my mouth has grown numb

I can't seem to let them all see
Remaining inside mystery
They can't understand why I still hold this hand
While this hand isn't holding to me

Miles away inside the same room
Two souls with nothing to lose
We linger away as this this dusk seems to prey
On the apathy I get from you

So I let the night take it's bow
A milestone for a drunk clown
To watch the design from a perch that's sublime
Where no one can burn down my town
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Phink Toy (working Title)
(Instrumental)
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Dun't Mynd

We weren't built to last,               I don't mind
Dice are cast to loss,                    I don't mind
Numb for several years,               I don't mind
Venus Flytrap dies,                      I don't mind

I drifted away, this time...              I don't mind

I can’t catch my breath…                I don’t mind
I can’t see beauty…                        I don’t mind
*You died in my grasp…                 I don’t mind
Plea insanity…                                I don’t mind

This is just a test that I failed...      I don't mind

Just a stubborn man that treads upon this land
Steps that seem to weigh more each day
The making of a storm changing like a shapeless form
It all adds up some day...

I can't touch her face…                     Guess I mind
I got my freaking space…                 I’m not fine
*A universe away…                          I was blind
Too little too late...                           Guess I mind

Humbled by the blade I wield...         You're too kind
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Hooked

I can't get clear
and I won't find you here
try again, my friend
I will stay and defend
On the mend...
				           (Last Chorus)
Don't go away from me                It's a long way down for me
Don't take the high from me       I've lost all I know, and I can't see
Don't say a prayer for me           Choose the high road, please, Annie
Just keep on lying to me             If you live through this, don't find me
Don't say believe in me
Don't try to think for me
Don't wink to god for me
Get the hell away from me
Don't try to baptize me
Don't walk away from me
Don't make sense to me
wrap your claws round me
Don't eat paste with me
Please don't sleep with me
Don't get by with me
You won't understand me

I guess I'm Hooked
That's the way it looks
Smile, cause we had fun
My sickness weighs a ton
On the Mend...
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Till Death (Still don't know if I should add it to this album)

Lovely warm and empty eyes
Silent to the touch
You gaze at me with comfort lost
Still not thinking much
I bathe you daily dream for two
I'll never let you go
Never breaking chains of steal
Your skin has lost its glow

I think that I'd die without you
I think that I'd die with out you
I'm sure that I'd die without you
I'll probably die with you

Tasteless beauty, rotten sweet
Breathe into my heart
Wrinkled, wrapped in destiny
My love I'll never part
For every sun I've ever seen
For every moon that's passed
I try to keep you smiling, fed
in days so long and black

I think that I'd die without you
I think that I'd die without you
I got bit and then I just new
Forever I'd be just like you
Wrapping my arms around you
Seeking more prey out with you
Starving and rotting with you
Gnawing on everything new
I think that I'd die without you
I think that I'd die without you
I'm sure that I'd die without you
Baby I just died for you
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Hooked

Tom Waits (on Jim Wilson): "Wilson, he's always playing with time. I heard a recording recently of crickets slowed way down. It sounds like a choir, it sounds like angel music. Something sparkling, celestial with full harmony and bass parts - you wouldn't believe it. It's like a sweeping chorus of heaven, and it's just slowed down, they didn't manipulate the tape at all. So I think when Wilson slows people down, it gives you a chance to watch them moving through space. And there's something to be said for slowing down the world."

Source: "Woyzeck to run at Freud Playhouse". Daily Bruin (USA), by Andrew Lee. December 3, 2002

Find more on the recording on this link: http://www.democraticunderground.com/10023815586

Tom Waits on Tom waits talking about this recording - http://gloriousnoise.com/2008/tom_waits_interviews_tom_waits

More on the recording - http://hearingvoices.com/transcript.php?fID=142

You can buy original recording here - http://www.amazon.com/Gods-Chorus-Crickets-Jim-Wilson/dp/1932192077?tag=viglink124132-20

Original recording from the author - http://www.constancedemby.com/godscricketchorus_f.html

And more: http://scienceblogs.com/startswithabang/2013/10/13/weekend-diversion-is-this-an-amazing-chorus-of-slowed-down-crickets/

Jim Wilson | God's Chorus of Crickets | crickets audio recording slowed way down

I record a lot on my own. 

Love music. 

Thankful for what I have and always striving for more. 

Love being inspired. 

Too many influences to mention. What you hear will convey the ones that stick out.

Enjoy, comment, criticize. Thank you for listening-


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