May 14, 2021

Shiro Schwarz - Fly (Keepin' It Smooth)

Almost there

disband and disperse

but perhaps aren't we all a little bit lost?

Original version of "Memories of Christmastide". 

Photo by  Dawn Ellner (https://www.flickr.com/photos/naturesdawn)

Christmas is here, rejoice.

another early draft need 2 work on the vocals and ending, enjoy x

stealing her promises 
a nail in the picket fence
bordering her kingdom
there’s towers of ivory 
and hangups from infancy 
all within her wisdom 

deep understanding of endless disgrace
cavernous to you

you wont go to heaven 
if you wont heed their prayers 
trembling in the glares

night sky hangs ominous  
the moon live with mis-content 
spectres haunt the victim 
the thicket is spidery 
and riddled with infantry 
bleeding from the system  

obelisk standing where once was a face
ravenous and blue 

you wont go to heaven 
if you wont heed their prayers 
trembling in the glares

you wont go to heaven 
if you wont heed their prayers 
trembling in the glares

you wont go to heaven 
if-

cavernous (1st draft)

A half-improvised piano piece. You can watch a video I made for it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRsw41BS5n0

Piano 1 - Demo

an extremely skeletal draft on a new song

rots my teeth and stains my skin
this treaty’s become punishing 
open glow
dusty road 
close my eyes
light my lantern in the northern skies  

it reaches out just like a fist 
growing out me like a cyst 
tragic joke
broken yoke
to my surprise 
put back together before sunrise

all bummed out and full of sin
my head’ll burst just pull the pin 
molov, the state I’m in

(could you tell me how that feels)

lantern (1st Draft)

super super rough draft and the masterings fucked cos i messed up the recording ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

eyes light the way
when meanings gone
as night turns to day 
and salves all wrongs 
hear me in the morning
when the strangled cries are ceasing
just for one more silent golden song

wings beat 
hands closed
mouthpiece 
swing low
grab for the light he said
clutching his cigarette
fire for breaking bread
bullet upside my head

splintered decay 
from the bombs 
from where I lay 
seems to throng 
around me, a warning 
of our orphaned fate repeating
all across the silent scarlet long 

wings beat 
hands closed
mouthpiece 
swing low
pass through the night prepared
chimneys and open air
people largely seem scared 
the firstborn has not been spared  

wings beating 
hands closing
mouth speaking
will broken 
the goodwill has not been spared
the bodies have been prepared 
something I should’ve said 
something I should’ve said

Almost there

Molosso Costollo

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