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Might Not Wanna Wake Up

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End The Suffering

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Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/yknaj
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"One of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard...an artist who has truth running through his veins" - Luke Hannam, Gramme

Remember the acorn, we planted in Spring
It had your name carved in
Miles from nowhere, lying beneath
The canopy of shimmering leaf

If you were the only one left
And all of this wood was yours
Would you leave it nameless
Or would you always guard its doors

Remember the cabin, frozen in snow
And all the deer that made it their home
Tinder and woodsmoke, shadow and light
The sound of sex in the echo of night

If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths

Oh in tears I drink from their eyes
In streams under dappled light
I wonder who lived here before
Who watched as these trees grew tall

If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths

~

Written by James Frost
Produced by Owen Morgan
Mastered by Eric James at Philosophers Barn Mastering

Vocal, guitar: James Frost
Female vocal: Carmody
Synth: Seymour Milton
Additional programming: Owen Morgan

Painting: Richard Wade www.richardwadeartist.co.uk

Contact: james@jamesfrostmusic.com

Copyright 2014 James Frost: all rights reserved

Tunecode: 147593BM

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Nameless

[Verse 1]
I picked a thought from the garden of noise,
It dripped down my hand like a voice,
Tasted sweet, then turned to static,
Guess I bit off something tragic.

I watered my doubt with caffeine dreams,
Grew a forest out of broken schemes,
Every color bled through time,
And I forgot which head was mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
All the clocks are bending slow,
My shadow hums in stereo,
If I speak too loud I fade,
Just fruit on a branch I made.

[Chorus]
Mindfruit — dripping from my ceiling,
Juice of all my twisted feelings,
Peel it back and watch me shine,
Rot or bloom, it’s all divine.

Mindfruit — bite it if you dare,
I’ve got galaxies tangled in my hair,
The seeds all hum, they know my name,
But nothing ever grows the same.

[Verse 2]
I swallowed a song and forgot the words,
Now melodies flutter like psychic birds,
They perch in my skull and sing in code,
While my body walks a different road.

Lick the light, it tastes like fear,
But I keep coming back every year,
This orchard grows where logic ends,
And every branch forgets to bend.

[Bridge]
The colors melt through veins of sound,
My roots lift off the haunted ground,
Can’t tell if I’m real or fruit of thought,
But every dream I’ve sold, I bought.

[Final Chorus]
Mindfruit — dripping through the dawn,
Reality hums, then it’s gone,
Peel it open, let it slide,
Bite the core and watch me hide.

Mindfruit — bitter, bright, and free,
Growing wild inside of me,
The sweetest taste of what’s not true,
But I keep eating just for you.

i left my body in the mirror

Baby Blue is not just an album — it’s a descent, a confession, and a fragile return.
Across twelve interconnected songs, Tempest Veins trace the anatomy of addiction: the loneliness that leads to escape, the seduction of the first high, the betrayal of false friends, and the brutal clarity of collapse.

From the haunting atmosphere of “The Hollow Hours” to the desperate pulse of “Glass Streets” and the trembling redemption of “Clean Light,” the record moves through darkness and despair toward a flicker of fragile hope. Every track mirrors a stage of dependency — denial, loss, withdrawal, relapse — told through shifting rhythms, layered guitars, and cinematic sound design.

The final song, “Don’t Cry for Baby Blue,” closes the circle in bittersweet reflection. It’s unclear whether “Baby Blue” is the drug, a lost love, or the version of oneself that never returned. What remains is acceptance — quiet, exhausted, and real.

Musically, Baby Blue bridges the emotional depth of progressive and psychedelic rock with the raw vulnerability of modern art rock. Lyrically, it’s both personal and universal — a portrait of a world where escape is easier than healing, and where every fall still carries the faint possibility of redemption.

Tempest Veins deliver a record that burns, bleeds, and breathes — an unflinching journey through the beautiful, terrible truth of being human.

Glide

Lxandra

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