I wanted to try and make something a little heavier on the guitar, so I decided to do a cover of Placebo's Every You Every Me. Placebo's album Without You I'm Nothing is one of my all time favorites and was a big influence on me when I first started playing music.

Every You Every Me (Placebo Cover)

As part of my Cover EP, I decided to record one of my all time favorite Nada Surf tracks, Icebox. Their album High/Low was a huge influence for me, and they continue to make amazing music. Definitely a band worth following.

Icebox (Nada Surf Cover)

Part of my cover EP, this is my favorite David Bazan track. His beautiful lyrics and chilling voice never cease to create awesome music. His solo career and work with Pedro the Lion are worth a long listen.

In Stitches (David Bazan Cover)

This is a track from a 2014 recording of a concept album I wrote back in 2006 called "I Think I'm Going Crazy." The album acts as a description and interpretation of hallucinations I experienced due to a 105 degree fever and an colossal cocktail of over-the-counter medicines. Get the whole album here: https://mitchellthompson.bandcamp.com/album/i-think-im-going-crazy

This track in particular details the silent man in the suit, that I imagined appearing in my room, who simply watched me as I freaked out and yelled for him to talk to me. It also analyzes what I think my brain was trying to tell me through the image of that man.

Lyrics:
Sleep, my pet, sleep,
Till this all boils over,
Your head needs to rest, 
It’s as hot as a stove,
For the last time you stood up,
Your dinner came with you-
Should stop trying to make this
So hard to get through to you now,

Why are you sitting
So silently watching me
Cry for the same thing
I’ve cried about for so damn long-
Ago I gave up hoping to stay how I was-
N’t it you who controlled how my
Body would move to send signals to prove
That my mind’s dull

Silent Stranger

This is a track from a 2014 recording of a concept album I wrote back in 2006 called "I Think I'm Going Crazy." The album acts as a description and interpretation of hallucinations I experienced due to a 105 degree fever and an colossal cocktail of over-the-counter medicines. Get the whole album here: https://mitchellthompson.bandcamp.com/album/i-think-im-going-crazy

This track in particular takes place within a dream. After finally falling asleep (a short lived rest), I dreamt that I was with the love of my life, about to fall asleep for what I felt was the last time before death came to claim me. As I went to sleep within the dream, ready to die, dream me dreamt he saw his love. They planted a tree together and watched it grow. She lead him back home, away from death's embrace, so he could wake again by his love's side.

Lyrics:
Here I sit so patiently,
Hoping you will talk to me,
About what’s wrong,
The heavy cloud,
That came along with
All our vows of love,
It’s raining down,
Dressed in jeans we sit in shame,
Side by side we play these games,
Where no one speaks,
No not a word,
Will ever sneak out to be heard out loud,

Take your time, one, two, three,
Help me build up the industry,
I can’t sleep a single wink,
With this heavy heart I hold,
It’s you I love, it’s you I need,
It’s you who makes my body bleed,
It’s you who makes my paltry little house become a home,

All night long you talk to me,
About your troubled family,
And all the ways you tried to add,
A little taste of dear old dad to me,
(And I smile anyway)
Just one more sip, my coffee cup,
I’m so damn tired I can’t stand up,
And as you lay me down to sleep,
I pray, the lord, my soul won’t be reaped out,

Take you time, one, two, three,
One more morning is all I plea,
And as I sleep you come to me all dressed in red and white,
You hand to me a bag of seeds,
That must be sown to replace our greed,
Take my hand and lead me till our home is back in sight,

Here I sit straight up in bed,
I gently kiss you on the head,
To wake you up and have you drink,
My favorite cup of coffee, sink back down the bed,
Through the good, and through the bad,
Side be side we’re all we have,
And we will grow as tall as trees,
And shadow all the days when we were sad,

Take Your Time

This is a track from a 2015 recording of a concept album I wrote back in 2006 called "I Think I'm Going Crazy." The album acts as a description and interpretation of hallucinations I experienced due to a 105 degree fever and an colossal cocktail of over-the-counter medicines. Get the whole album here: https://mitchellthompson.bandcamp.com/album/i-think-im-going-crazy

This track in particular acts as a denouement of the hallucinations. It sums up the confusion and self doubt felt as the hallucinations reached their peak. After believing that my brain was split in two, and that the two sides were fighting each other for control, I look around the room and struggle to know what is real and what isn't. I'm longing to go outside, but I'm afraid to leave my room. As my brain starts to cool off and join back into one piece, I begin to finally find sleep in the mental chaos.

Lyrics:

Take this laughter away,
It doesn't fit the mood that's on display,
And my mind's in dismay
I'm hallucinating more decay,
Crammed in this room it's so cold,
All the walls stand tall akin with mold,
Gracefully grown from below,
Tiny blades of grass poke through my floor,

Ooo it feels so sweet,
poking wet and welcomed on my feet,
Who will reap this wheat,
who will sweat to succumb to this heat.
Ow, my joints still ache,
They get worse with every step I take,
How did I mistake,
This sleeping world as me awake?

Why can't I get out,
So much junk has piled up my route,
And with each punch and clout,
My mind fills up a little more with doubt,
Did I do this alone?
Did I deter to sink these stepping stones?
And my weakness has shown,
I'm this afraid of facing the unknown,

Sleep is hard when I roll and I roll
Despondency keeps me moving,
Maimed and marred, no I cannot control,
a single cell inside my form,
All this time you just smile and laugh,
You watch as I reel in pain,
One handed I reach for your calf,
But you manage to stay out of reach,

Low, I cannot leave my home,
I cannot leave it, no
I can't believe it no, I'm too comfortable,
So, I forced myself to grow,
And may the fact be known,
That I'm too comfortable,

These are urges you must fight, forlorn
For you will not escape tonight, We mourn, 
The fact that you keep trying to right this wrong,
That caused your being to insight this song,

Akin With Mold

This is a track from a 2015 recording of a concept album I wrote back in 2006 called "I Think I'm Going Crazy." The album acts as a description and interpretation of hallucinations I experienced due to a 105 degree fever and an colossal cocktail of over-the-counter medicines. Get the whole album here: https://mitchellthompson.bandcamp.com/album/i-think-im-going-crazy

This track in particular follows two of the common themes in the album, division and obsession. Fear of loneliness and rejection comes out in the form of an internal argument fueled by the concern that certain feelings border on obsession. This was the last moment of conscious thought I remember before the hallucinations of my mind splitting in two and fighting each other began to take over the night, and this is what I believe created those hallucinations in my subconscious. 

Lyrics:
It’s so hard when she doesn’t notice you,
Say her name the way god intended to,
Have it proclaimed to the sky, to the hills, 
To the few who deserve to even hear the name debut,
No one sees the way that you look at her,
Guarantees that you’ll never be deterred,
From this disease of obvious obsession for,
Keeping your feelings locked away for good,
It’s really quite sad,
 
Chorus:
You take it in deep and hold it inside,
Notice me, notice me, notice me, notice me,
You think you’re a creep, yet you feel so alive,
I am free, I’m not free, guarantee, disagree,
You just want to weep, you yearn for a cry,
Perfectly, meant to be, why won’t she, notice me,
And while you’re asleep, your thoughts all collide, (2nd chorus: your mind will divide)
(Something is wrong with me, something is wrong with me)
(Nothing is wrong with me, Nothing is wrong with me)

Don’t let this grow, Just let her know,

Troubled still, you’re refusing to display,
How you feel as if your whole chest decayed,
That tiny chill that shocks with the lightest graze,
Of her skin touching yours,

(Chorus)

It’s all the same, what’s in a name?

Feeling green, your head starts to hurt again,
That same routine, conveys you can’t comprehend,
The age nineteen is only the base of the bend, 
Why even race to the top?

Shift into gear, I swallow my fear,
Yet I say sincere, just don’t disappear,

Conculco

This is a track from a 2016 recording of a concept album I wrote back in 2006 called "I Think I'm Going Crazy." The album acts as a description and interpretation of hallucinations I experienced due to a 105 degree fever and an colossal cocktail of over-the-counter medicines. Get the whole album here: https://mitchellthompson.bandcamp.com/album/i-think-im-going-crazy

This track in particular acts as the finale. It describes finally waking up the next morning with a clear, fever free head and seeing the room around me and trying to piece together the night's events. As I try to collect my scattered memory of the long night, I find a new appreciation of life.

Lyrics:

Morning, Morning,
It’s time to open your eyes,
Time for hellos and goodbyes,
Morning, Morning,
Your time to change,
Time to exchange,
One mind for more,
Glorious shore,

Journey into the unknown,
I didn’t want to leave this home,
Too many hours wasted roaming round the city streets outside,
I tried my best to sleep right through,
All of the pain that would unglue,
Everything I thought I knew about the world where I reside,
I’m not the same machine, I’m not the same machine,
I’m not the same machine that I was before,

It’s morning, and I’m waking to the color blue,
I’m trying to make my mind review all the dreams I had last night,
The glory of the visions floating in my head,
I think I’ll take a shower instead, and try to wash away my fright,

Everyday I feel the same,
Still there’s no one I can blame,
For the way my life became a long and winded chore,
I look forward to my dreams,
Where the world around me seems,
To keep raising my esteem and altering my core,
I’m not the same machine, I’m not the same machine,
I’m not the same machine that I was before,

Now that I’m awake again I’m looking at the door,
I draw a blank on what I did the night before,
A barricade has blocked the way between me and the world,
I built it in my sleep before more could unfurl,
I’m taking in the deepest breath, and holding it inside
I’m taking each and every day I live in stride,
With so many possibilities left to explore,
I know I’m not the same machine I was before,

Good Morning, Good Mourning

This is a track from a 2016 recording of a concept album I wrote back in 2006 called "I Think I'm Going Crazy." The album acts as a description and interpretation of hallucinations I experienced due to a 105 degree fever and an colossal cocktail of over-the-counter medicines. Get the whole album here: https://mitchellthompson.bandcamp.com/album/i-think-im-going-crazy

This track in particular focuses on dreams and hallucinations I was having on how to make time travel a reality. It also looks into a naïve anger I was feeling during the fever about how time is a manmade construct/limitation we put on ourselves. Basically it's a musical rant about how much I wish time travel could be a reality. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

Oh no, I’m not ready to get my feet wet just yet it seems,
I’m too busy taking time out to interpret these dreams,
But don’t listen too close, this is a conversation piece at most,
So talk amongst yourselves while I ramble on and on,

Watch and stand closely behind,
There is such a thing as getting lost in another’s mind,
Grab onto my arm as I lead you inside,
Where the darker it gets the harder it is to hide,

Why did nobody notice did nobody try,
To divide from the same old emotion the same trying line?
And how did everyone sink so far down in the sand?
Now no one is left at the top to reach out for our hands,

Something tells me by the look in your eye that you’re not listening, why?
When I’ve done everything I can, bend backwards and stand on my hands for hours and hours,
Drinking wine and taking cold showers,
Do you see the moon? No it can’t be seen tonight,
Too many clouds, too little light,
Yet still the stars sit so small and clear,
Like the sky is a sea filled with garbage and I’m the gondolier,

Time, E, P, and R might have finally got it right,
When they say that it doesn’t really matter what day, it doesn’t really matter what night,
This fourth dimension can’t just be a line as in our minds,
That’s the only hope that I have for us all, all mankind,

Why did nobody notice that man had made time?
It’s a leash that we wear, a circle or square, depending on your design,
And how did everyone stick themselves down on this path?
We keep building up more, score after score, never free from circuitous math,

I Think I'm Going Crazy

Conversation Piece

Recorded February 2012. A cover of one of my favorite Disney songs from the 1967 Jungle Book.  I've always found this piece to be very haunting and beautiful.

My Own Home (Jungle Book Cover)

This is a track I wrote toward the end of college about my fears of the future, life, and abandoning my dreams of being an artist. It rings so true now, years later, I decided to fully re-record this track and a handful of others from an old solo demo called 'Autopilot.' The album tells the story of a man growing from high school adolescence into middle age and the relationships and mistakes he makes along the way.

Lyrics:
I'm messing up my life just by sitting around,
I get nothing done, I feel like I'm nowhere bound,
I want to be alone, yeah and I want to be free,
And yet I want you to fall back in love with me,

I messing up my life just by sitting right here, 
Playing my guitar and drinking yet another beer,
And my six pack is gone and so is your suitcase, 
And I'll never again see your beautiful face,

I'm messing up my body the more that I drink,
I'm messing up my mind the more that I think,
I'm messing up my life now and I don't even care, 
Because you're not here, no you're not anywhere,

I know I'm spiraling down, 
sometimes I wish I'd sink so low that I'll never be found,
Down someplace where everything stays the same,
I'm afraid of my own life and I have no one else to blame,

Because I know I'm messing up my life by ignoring my dreams,
I'm closing up me eyes, blind to the way it seems,
That I can't do a thing alone now, no I won't even try,
And I can't even think of a single reason why (Oh, god)

You could have been my wife, but i know why you didn't stay,
There's a lesson to be learned here, but I'm throwing it away,
I'll keep messing up my life, though you might find it strange,
And I'll keep writing these songs and pretend that they'll help me change

Autopilot

Messing Up

Part of my Cover EP, I wanted to try my hand at an American Football classic. To make it a more interesting cover I went the acoustic route. American Football has been one of my favorite bands and biggest guitar inspirations for a long, long time. Their catalog is small, but absolutely amazing and beautiful.

Never Meant (American Football acoustic cover)

This is part of the re-recording of my Space Rockopera. In this track the captain shares an old fable about two men who lived completely different lives, but each wound up changing the other's life significantly without ever even meeting. This acts as a lesson to the captain's men before they go into battle to help them understand the symbiotic relationship of all things, including the enemy. Get the whole album here: https://mitchellthompson.bandcamp.com/album/special-robot

Lyrics:
There once was a man who lived out at sea,
And nobody questioned why,
He lived all alone, the ship was his home,
The fish were in rampant supply,
And then one day the albatross came,
Gave the sailor his gold, just gave it away.
When he reached the bank, 
The ship finally sank from the weight,

There once was a man who lived on the land,
He never quite learned how to swim,
The fish they would laugh as they scuttled past,
And show off to make fun of him,
And then one day the ocean bed caved,
And the fish they all died and whirled far away,
But the man felt their pain,
As he wished for the rain to refill the ocean,

There once were two men who never quite met,
But they changed each other's lives,
The lesson is this: both extremes exist,
And they make each other die,

Because one day:

(The sailor he prayed with the fish all gone,
He had nothing to eat,
So he ate the albatross, 
And sadly accepted defeat)
(He died inside, And lost his pride)

(The guilt made him pay,
And the man on the land,
He got out his knife
Couldn't take the pain,
But he could take his own life)
(Out with the tide, Suicide)

Captain's Song (Words of Wisdom)

Solo artist/songwriter, working on various forms of rock and folk, mainly in the form of concept albums.

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