Bari first recording

Gold is only more precious than water when it rains.
And now it’s dry.
Only ash and dust fill the sky
And when we drown it’ll fill our lungs,
Parched under the bloated sun.

The desert followed me up here into the trees
And I’d trade anything just to feel a cooling breeze.
Dust cakes my tongue; can’t drink an empty cup.

Here we go now ‘round the prickly pear.
Wasteland.
Clutching at the hope saved for the damned.
Bones are my only friends, laid bare by this burning end

The desert followed me up here into the trees
And I’d trade anything just to feel a cooling breeze.
Dust cakes my tongue; can’t drink an empty cup.

The desert followed me up here past the trees,
And I thought I’d live to feel the sea.
But all I see is sky: wide, empty, crushing me.

Drown in the sun.

Wasteland (Demo)

The old Single Rectifier sounds pretty sexy, huh?

Drumception: Dirk Edition

Piano, bass, and genius: Adam Bellotto
Guitar and programming: Alex Makuch

RK 1

The Latest Entertainment

Still experimenting with a portastudio I got.  I looped a different synth chord on each track and then played them back into the DAW

Experiment 1

Continuing from Experiment One, I attempt more weird things with my tape deck, a Berhinger Model D, and lots of caffeine

Experiment 2

Like Scott Kelly trapped inside a lo-fi, I Monster themed nightmare, except not that good.

Recorded on my 4 track cassette recorder

The Rotting Corpse of the Sun

Lying in the sunshine,
Sleeping in the rain,
Watching the clouds fly;
Dreaming of no more pain.

Draw up my finest curtains;
Can't take the sky today.
Think I'll walk to the next room,
Ten thousand leagues away.

Floating over mountains,
Swimming out to sea.
One day, upon a sunbeam, 
They'll hang a rope for me

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