Beautiful melodies and heartbreaking leads.

Depression

Just Be Good to Me

Revenant

ANOTHER PANDEMIC SOLO WHEN I WAS THIRSTY !

CLEAN WATER

Another accidental decent new song that fits nicely in the "Opposing Forces" project.  I wrote the lyrics last week, recorded the music last Wednesday, and the vocals today.

This song is about the good people who dismiss themselves when they see something horrible happening to another person.

Lyrics:

Little Gage is in the back of the bus again
The safe seats were all taken.
They spit and mock and slap and they pull his hair.
Even after he starts shaking.

The others lock their eyes on the road ahead.
And ensure that he’s forsaken.
The driver never looks back from the road.
Not for peace, life, or creation.

Chorus:

They’re all trying not to notice.
They don’t want to know this.
“Thank God, this is not me but someone else!”

Bella’s broken down in the locker room
With mean girls all around her.
They’ve cut up all her nice new cool school clothes
That her mother worked so hard for.

The other girls avert their eyes and leave
And do not offer comfort.
When asked later they say they know nothing.
Not sure they even saw her.

Chorus:

They made sure not to notice.
They do not need to know this.
“Thank God, that was not me but someone else!”

Devon has spent six months on the deep blue sea.
He really missed his family.
He drove all night and passed through three more states.
Not caring how he’s driving.

Blue lights appear behind him on the road.
And calmly, he pulls over.
The cops say he’s been drinking all night long.
And pull him from his Rover.

Chorus:
They begin to beat him.
And no one stops to help him.
“Thank God, that isn’t me but someone else!”

Bridge:
Cowardice is violence, too.
How long until they come for you?
What have you gained observing rules?
The enforcers are clearly evil.

Chorus:
You think that you can hold out.
And they won’t call your own out.
Dear God, please save these people from themselves!

Two kids peeking through the upstairs back window
As Nazis march the Jews out.
They force them all to stop and take off their clothes
Then they heard them to a dug out.

They make them face away from the men with guns.
And then they blow their brains out.
The grown-ups in the house all hear the cries.
They pretend that it is all well.

Chorus:
They refuse to notice.
They don’t want to know this.
“Thank God, this isn’t us but someone else!”

You think that you can hold out.
And they won’t call your own out.
Good God, please save your children from themselves.

Craven

Kneading

Project 91 🛸

The Harder They Fall

RIO FLOW FREESTYLE - KELLZ

AKA KILLA KELLZ
AKA THE REAL KELLZ
AKA THE BIGGEST KELLZ SINCE ROBERT

Rio Flow Freestyle

Wowwwy [prod. @Kenny Ryan]

an original song. from my album [My Art Is Suffering].

- - -

[LYRICS]

if you were fine-
i could stomach just picking you up tonight...
though-
lately, i can't find
the strength to try anymore...

i don't wanna live-
if living means to give and give

[ YEAH-
FLESH IT OUT.
PULL THAT WEIGHT. ]

i don't wanna give-
if giving means they dig and dig

took me this long to find out:
[ i don't know anything... ]

lately i've been-
steadily giving away all of my things
retreat to fantasies
adenosine-


DON'T
LET
ME
FUCK
UP
THIS
ESCAPE
PLAN
AGAIN.


will i even know when the time comes?
[ can't miss it if it never does... ]
i still don't know if all life is equal...
[ the more i know: duress + less = me... ]

we always know:
we're always dying.
in hell: ex hail
vapors
love gasoline...
in my hand:
a match made in heaven
yeah-
we always know:
we're always dying.
in hell: ex hail
vapors
love gasoline...
in my hand:
a match made in heaven
yeah...

Craven

Matt Cantrell