Name: Jan, 2015 by Leech Gomez
Duration: 6 min 4 s
Description: Wrote it and recorded it within the span of a week last January. Shared it a few times but I felt I might keep it here.

Not Here

How did this happen?

one of my first sleepy recordings in a lonely room

December 3, 2018

lonesomnia

Walking through the park, I met a sleeping cute dogg, and I thought, what is he dreaming about? 
When I got home I recorded this song...
and what does your dog dream about? 💭

November 7, 2023

doggie dreams ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ

✨ This is my second Lo-Fi track, first recorded on September 30, 2021. I recently made some changes to the rhythm, it turned out better. I'm really still very bad at mixing tracks hahaha 

Released on December 19, 2023

hawaii weekend

Your bright outlook

My pessimism

Your food for thought 

My mind has gone numb

An adventure awaits

Aren't you tired of playing it safe?


Enigma 

Enigma

How you can be

Is still a mystery to me

To me


A work of art I can't see

Apropos of what can't be

A light shining through cloudy crowds

A name I can't say out loud


Enigma 

Enigma

How you can be

Is still a mystery to me

To me


Enigma V6 demo

drums by keegan pohl
bass by goo man ( @lucas-odonnell-575785569 )
additional guitar by kyle dean

Garden

[Part One: Duval]
I used to wake up with a splinter in my chest
And I could pull it out but I’d bleed out instead
Because every step I took was a sin
Ever since I left the fourth grade, 
I could never pride myself with west winds
Or beacons
Let’s drive downtown, Phillips highway
And lose our strength to speak
Let’s drive over all the bridges
And talk about all the fishes beneath
Let’s write stupid poems about the
Mindless affection between our lips
And let’s cry to the same romantic songs
And be ashamed of ourselves

Within the margins of these pages
Footnotes of your secret language
Beget my conscious, keep my secrets
I feel safe when there’s no image

My infatuations are to surmount
I can’t look in your eyes when you’re reading my mouth
And if I’d hold you only one time
Then you’d hope that I’m sane when you look in my eyes
And if I’d bore you with all my talk
You’d not hitch my drive home, you’d just rather walk
Alone away from all my depravity
And laugh it off with all your friends, just rather silly

[Part Two: The Garden of Eden is in Bristol, Florida]

I wish it was just simple like “I hated everything today”
I lie, I cheat, I steal, and then
pre-construct the words I say
I’m god inside my head until
I speak, and watch my pride erase
never honest never clear
Expressionless God, you placate
I made all the flood, the fall
And never planned a seventh day
Cus when I try to give my thoughts
That’s all that you need to figure out that I’m completely
A waste of time and empathy

Hate the way you deal yourself out, like nothing at all, nothing at all
Hate the way you deal yourself out, like grounded grams of adderall
No amount of therapy will help you out of the things you claim to
See and do cus Vergil has a special hell written out for your

Spineless fiends (I’d be lying if,)
Spineless fiends (I were innocent)
Spineless fiends (I can only think)
Spineless fiends (You’re doing better)

Reading the margins of your pages
I know all of your declensions
Pay no mind, and keep my secrets
I kept faith in lack of image
And I paid dearly


[Part Three: April 8, 1300]
This isn’t an anthem, for any protagonists
Who find solace in a mellow tune
This isn’t for the bards, or any soothsayer
Who records but is always forgotten
This isn’t for the spiteful or any of the men at troy
Who watched their city walls collapse
Nor is it for the dreamer, who dreams of another
To weave the voids in all the gaps
The forsaken, unholy- this isn’t to cleanse the soul or
Absolve one or two from sin
Nor is it for the pilgrim, who leaves those city dwellers
Abusing their one holy gift
This isn’t for the holy, who I’d never hold a candle 
To talk to the one above
Nor is it unworthy, for any rake or widow
To find comfort in this trough

[Part Four: Asphodel]

Odī et āmō. Quare id faciam
Fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentiet excrucior

[Part Five: A Gray House]

Hey, hey, hey, you came back to see me
Like father, like son before, you live so easily
So let’s not pick up right where we left off
Because the things that I showed you and taught,
Well it payed off

You were smart for them not to notice
Your denial kept them out your focus
The ferryman of my river of horrors
A hand of comfort in my dark corner
But you’re at fault for just keeping me
Stuck in the wrath of complacency 
You were always counting all your years
You were never a privateer

Because I sailed forward through crystal clear rivers for golden hills with dragons and sycamore
You abandoned these crystal clear rivers for golden hills with dragons and sycamore

The path we made was long and short
I helped to sail you out of port
And every time you found yourself 
You fell into a deeper hell
And then you finally left the nest
And fell right flat and took a rest
Your friends were all so self-obsessed 
But you look like the day you left

The Kitheriad

This song is featured on a split with https://soundcloud.com/user-425782005

Pre order link is below if you would like to purchase!
https://squidcumrecords.bandcamp.com/album/sounds-of-water

Follow the gram 
https://www.instagram.com/croko.moko/

Dinosaur Friend

Blackwell

Wrote it and recorded it within the span of a week last January. Shared it a few times but I felt I might keep it here.

Jan, 2015

lets see how it goes
i hope youre happy
i hope you stay happy

contacts open

Jan, 2015

Leech Gomez

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