An early demo of Luna. I'm sure you'll hear a finished version. Yes.. the singing is very rough..


We hold hands,
She completes my shape
She wriggles, an annoyance,
But I love her all the same

I hope that there’s no change
As day will be the last time she will say
“Daddy, I want to play”

Ohhh    ohhh

Luna, this one,
She shines like the sun in the daylight
She prances around
In my dreams, on the ground
And in the astral’s heights

Eyes meet from afar
A now-developed life
A Prey for the charged
A sexualised glance

What happened to the innocence 
Curious and limitless mind
Without urge or desire
To let a man inside her
With hands tied up

And she likes to be choked

A woman who breeds
Who fucks and who bleeds
Worst fear for someone like me

Look at you, so stubborn in your self-ness
A strength, no less

Ooohh oooh

Luna, this one,
She shines like the sun in the daylight
She prances around
In my dreams, on the ground
And in the astral’s heights

Luna, this one,
She shines like the sun in the daylight
She prances around
In my dreams, on the ground
And in the astral’s heights

It’s like I want to scream
That piece of me is no more
Her mother isn’t worried but it’s eating at my core

Goodbye my love,
Your betrayal runs deep

Luna Demo 01.08.22

Circa spring '21

A possible reject from The Bearing’s latest concept album.

“…Or they’ll be war”.. HA!
We’ll burn the ships to show that we mean business

Watch me light this fire..

Kill ‘em with kindness
We’ve made up our minds
Life on these flotillas is still more unconfined
In unity out at sea,
We stand, fighting hand-in-hand
Watching shorelines swallowed up and sinking in the sand

You tell us to choose our side; we’ve allied
We’ll kill ‘em with kindness!

Pulling your heartstrings, like marionettes
Controlling public messaging to keep you in their bed
To shift the core ideology of activists
Forcing fear that those who disagree are terrorists

…So, let’s play like arsonists!

You tell us to choose our side; we’ve allied
We’ll kill ‘em with kindness!

If Foster* wants a war.. we’ve got a war!
‘Anarchists!’ ‘Bolsheviks!’ ‘Terrorists!’
…We’ll take ‘em all!
But when the kings on top; they fall the furthest
As the house of cards was designed to suit what trumps the pack


*Samuel Foster is a key character in the story. Very powerful dude.

Burn The Ships (Circa Spring '21)

Summer 21’.. What a time… you know who you are.

Was it the move to make
To let you sink inside?
From when I arrive
Looking down into them eyes

The face
The face
The face

You’ve caught my gaze again
And stopped me in my tracks
It’s your chest, your neck, your moon-shaped eyes

You’ve played my hand again,
Immanently lost all control
I’m here, and you’ve got me

I am coming, I am arriving
You shimmer like gold as you shiver
(I have coming, I am arriving)
Writhe, and reach for more
.. Well, I’m here..
And I am coming..

The Face (Circa Summer '21)

Laughing like a murderer, I snapped
no genuine emotion left untapped

And I feel like (running)
And I felt like (crying)
I’m adamant about masking

Flustered in the (gaze)
Looping round her (hazed)
That precipice, I then let go.. laughing

Blowing off the cobwebs that give me no slack
Loosing two Januarys, and I’ll never get them back
mindlessly giving too much power away,
I’ll intentionally take that sub out for a play

Stones throw to hackney, blacked up; gladly
Willing to partake in any ordeal that would have me
Eyes interlock, caught in a shock
Surrounded by faux leather, chains, whips, and studs

You become my catalyst
A present tense I can’t resist 

Death to all his past
Putting the pieces together again at last

Feeling blue, a former memory
Kill and renew, no time to tenderly rebirth
A trap for the clap? or a trap, and that’s that?
Figuring out things I should’ve way back

Kneel before you
Crawl toward you
I guess Its time to find a newer self

I wish I were you.. tall glass of water.
Caress the star on your perfect chest like I ought to
Enforce the shortness of breath, leading me; the witness
To make-believe I can get down with the sickness

Death to all his past
Putting the pieces together again at last

Something waiting on the other side
I can’t sink this cup quick enough
Make me (call my bluff, call my bluff)
Take me (and make it rough)

January Demo 02.02.23

KDA

Through superfluous desire
I’ll drop to my knees
It’s like I don’t need to try hard
I’m effortlessly the creep

I need to nourish
I’m a fern avoiding the dry
A moth fighting at the lightbulb
To keep the fire alive

Keep desire alive
Just for one more taste
Keep desire alive

I play the egg and spoon race
Can I keep up the pace
A dear caught in your headlights
What a thrill, what a chase

Oh bubble wrapper, I want you to come around
Truly come around (you make me beg for more)
feeling empty in the purest of the night,
Place your hand upon on my thigh (you make me question myself)

Keep desire alive
Just for one taste
Keep desire alive

I crave you
I crave you 

I stand before you with tobacco hair (yeah)
A golden non virgin (yeah)
You lay there free, waiting
But we’d both rather it tied up, wouldn’t we

Keep desire alive
Just for one taste
Keep desire alive

I crave you
I crave you
I crave you
I crave you

KDA 15.05.23

Ys it calling?
Not sure what I'll do with this yet

Frontroom Fuckerisms

Your lust for desire has driven you in endless circles
But I have a feeling you’re right where you want to be
So, don’t keep the devil waiting, my friend

I can’t achieve, wanted peace, wanted more than I got
Hurry up and move on
Got to get my groove on
Hurry up and move on

Hypnotic dreams, when awake, it’s surreal that I’d care
Pushing through the darkness
Finding how to mask this
I will fucking move on

You don’t know how this love has changed me,
No I won’t be the same
Is it time to pull away?

One cycle, one movement, Fish-eye lense
I lend my soul
Rumination station
Erase my creation
Bloody rumination

Held in a cell, I’ve the key, and I’ve the will to leave
So why am I still here, now
feels so fucking clear now
Why am I still here, now

You don’t know how this love has changed me,
No, I won’t be the same
Is it time to pull away?
Do I need to pull away?
Away? Away?

The Circle Demo 27.09.22

I spend my days with the view..
Dreaming complicated images of you
When it feels; it feels
And with the reels of stories mounting
I can’t seem to shake these confusions

A sense of life confined to a word
Four letters I’m sure you have heard 
You cannot kill, you can’t destroy your truest self
But then in my ropes you write the perfect blurb

In my harness, splayed like the art you are
Trying to halve this, but splitting myself thus far

What’s the problem?
Now; what’s the problem?

Thinking something’s new
Ill-conceived and only partly true
I wish I really knew…

In my chest, and in my heart
You stole something that set you apart
What in the world, man
Left me so confused
Asking the question, where are you??

Now I spend my days like a screw
Torquing/winding just to get through to you
But then your mellifluous charm spices the intercom
..And I’m ready…

Where’s the problem?
Now; where’s the problem?

Feeling something blue
Heavy-hearted; what a fucking mood!
I guess I’ll come to know…

Thinking something rude
Red shoots upon the art that’s you
I wish I really knew what’s going on…

The Circle Demo 27.09.22

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