get away with murder
pretend you didn't hurt her
how do you sleep at night
don't you give yourself a fright

i don't want hate in my mind
is your compassion that hard to find

a really old song i found

Not Here

How did this happen?

a little present as i enter a new phase of both my life and my musical career. i compiled both the original album (remastered to a higher quality standard than i was originally capable of) and an EP of b-sides i never properly released into a full collection featuring songs from a very specific era of my life.
thank you all for the support i've seen over the last 5 years. enjoy.

who needs coping

random demo recording for you to share your feelings at the moment 

October 27, 2023

I miss you ♡

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

the rain will never end
it’ll haunt you like a shadow
reminders in your life

you know that i’m right here
i’ll hold your hand like amber
cuz death is just a word

yeah death is just a word
the feelings a reminder
of past nights in the cold

you don’t turn off the light
you leave the blind wide open
and float into the sun

the futures just your mind
the past is an idea
it breaks up what is not

cuz death is only cold
you hold your head against the wall
and listen to the sounds

the sound of pouring rain
spelling out the only name
that’s written on the note

it’s written with your blood
and bound with thoughts and prayers
if that’s a real thing

the rain (float into the sun)

✨ 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

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

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

contacts open

who needs coping

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