i always come back to this- it’s too good

i actually kind of like this, and probably would like it even more if it wasn't so distorted lmao. well, maybe keep the distortion on the vocals, caz that kind of sounds dope.

recorded this rough one 6 years ago. RIP brother

now and the next day

"cloudsong" ep out now 🌀

bandcamp: https://fraternaltwin.bandcamp.com/album/cloudsong  
spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2Z3T5acBAS3gPdXq4TdOvn

the air was getting dry
my cloud was low
i couldn't find a face
you know: some wet to blow on

cloudsong

you've lost

away | untitled project 001 sessions | ambient atmospheric psyche drone jungle horror WIP | skating 7 70 bpm take 1 82525

2014
bread pilot 
song written by Taylor Hayden

floater (at grandma june's)(bread pilot)

does ur heart know whats right in front of your eyes?

infrontofureyes

well what a cheap card for language to play
when there are no better words to portray my being a worthless welterweight, than they
she said her flight was morning Wednesday
and it's not economical for her to stay
and at this point there's no return, it’s a little too much to pay

she met again my descent for the accent
pulled me in and put me up to a liquored lament
and wrote me down, though I had hardly made a dent, or any sense
I'm living off wine, but to who's detriment?
I'm still written off by the would be sentiments
or perhaps I just cooked them
seems I'm a dead-end mistook for an ill, will-weakened friend
yeah we all tend to overlook the hems, when we're on the send

both he and I run demise for elation
so I'd have her know no less volition or dedication than his addiction
to non-prescription, sleeping and pain relieving, medication
when she comes to the bloody country, my guilty nation 

but I can't call it a win when I'm still stuck here, just waiting
I'm calling it in, me and him are being impatient
fuck, he's getting thin, doing heroin by my waist-end  
losing, but first place wasted
yeah, again, it looks like we’re racing
away from what we ain’t facing





lil bitch on big shred xxxx

de la

i live under your stairs

in my head

safe on the couch
you know you gotta let me out
wake to a sound
and check it out
scraping the ground
look what I found

just don’t care anymore 
tear a hole through the screen door
it doesn’t matter if you love me or not
because I’m not gonna stop
you’ll have to chase me
won’t even give me what you’re tasting 
dragging my feet around 
you know you gotta put me down

better off

a demo
2013

made some friends and i like them for them


listen at ur own peril

now i know

honky tonk man in https://soundcloud.com/goodmorningisaband
lover of food, wine, life
demos and things

now i know

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