Oryx and Crayke is one of my projects with Leila Seeley.

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The Devil

You broke the vows that have yet to be made.
So cold inside, this time you're faking.
You shudder to a halt, head in your hands.
Looking for escape, dream of endless sands.
The weight on your chest keeps you on dry land.
You broke the vows, oh man.

You broke the vows that have yet to be made.
'least she aint in trouble, there aint a child on the way.
Her flesh moves but you no longer hear what it says.
Been slowly tuning out, white noise replace.
You broke the vows that have yet to be made.

You broke the vows that have yet to be made.
For the sake of a sultry touch
Feet squelch, toes mulch.
Clears the head a bit much.
There's more at play here you know.
You've got to end this show.

Broken vows

Life

She sells she sells herself
She sells she sells herself
She tells herself all kinds of things to get by
All kinds of things to get by

She tells herself that she’s not but she’s just a little girl
That she’s not but she’s just a little girl
But she aches, and she breaks
She makes love like a woman does

She lives her life under cover from all her magazine friends
She lives her life under pressure from all her magazine friends
Under pressure from all their magazine trends

What a waste what a beautiful waste,
What a tragic waste of a woman
What a waste what a beautiful waste,
What a waste of a little girl

She was so cool she never followed rules
She got the smarts and the looks to boot
But she threw it all out, cutting off half her life’s roots
…But she threw it all out
…But she threw it all out
…But she threw it all out
…she could wish for (but she threw it all out)…
…she could wish for (but she threw it all out)…
…she could wish for (but she threw it all out)…

What a waste what a beautiful waste,
What a tragic waste of a woman
What a waste what a beautiful waste,
What a waste of a little girl

What a waste what a poetic waste,
What a tragic waste of a woman
What a waste what a poetic waste,
What a tragic waste of a little girl
What a waste what a tragic waste
What a waste of a beautiful woman
What a waste what a tragic waste
What a waste of a beautiful little girl


(she’d) Melt my frozen ambition in the cool wind of fires once burnt in other eyes
Feed the woken grass and fallen leaves wasted by my retired desires
I will give up anyway, hopeless in built forsaken empires 
To unworthy, pointless, hungry dust aloft tainted skies
Martyrs fulfilled and swallowed with ease their lonely pills
Unawares happy to be ignorant in the end of ends still
I have satisfaction in knowing, in being, in growing
For nothing I shall cease but my selfish throwing
And come hence that which did not exist and take me from my own
Morbid duties too untold follows free thought flowing out of bellows
As it is the way of the men who will never walk
As it is the way of the trees that will never fall
The way I used to be, we shall see the way anybody will ever be.
To wake up to nothing to be happy alone, to know
In final thoughts the sad honest freedom alas
Blinded – dumb – fulfilled – I’m done

What a Waste

LIOR (demo)

Self Motivation

Black and White

Higher Masses

"Weird, but not in a bad way."

"Makes Pete Doherty sound like a choirboy."

"Always rough, always unfinished."

"Infectious."

"Scores highly on creativity and invention."

"A Kinks for the 21st century."

"With moments of lyrical wit and production smarts, we keenly await his next release."

Leo DeVriend