Toxic- Melanie Martinez (Cestladore Remix)

This was recorded with one of the best mandolin players I know in Kentucky. In this song he's playing the electric guitar. 


I was trapped
Like a leopard, tracing my tracks
Behind bars I couldn’t get passed

And then you came along
To see between the cracks
First one to, really, see me as:

Duncan Blount – Nice to meet you
Where you from, girl?
No, I wasn’t born here

I know there are desserts
And wet jungles
Here I am staring at the bricks
And it’s a perfect jumble

So, we got a house
Drinking wine, laughing at the bills
Call in the dog
She’s somewhere on this hill

And I’ll build us a fire
But not to keep us warm
Just to fill us with a bit of something more

I know there are desserts
And wet jungles
Here I am staring at the bricks
And it’s a perfect jumble

I like my trees climbing in time
Unpredictably

There’s colors changing
All around Lu Lu
Will she suffer, and is suffering even wrong?

I’ll be gone
And all we’ve got is now
K now

There are desserts
And wet jungles
Here I am staring at the bricks
And it’s a perfect jumble

I like my trees climbing in time
Unpredictably




On This Hill

Finding truth in the past. Sometimes the craziest memories are the only ones that stick.

"Made of glass
Green you can barely see.
Weaving patterns in the forest

Trod trails through the trees
Like a jungle to you and me
With stars and your phone we found my car 

Faded memories.
I remember your smile
Like a child

But we’d read
And meet in the library
Very pleased to see you indeed

I think you saw
the scar that that crash had wrought 
At least I’d like to of thought

Oh, but I had those
along with rows of grass
and a turtle by the pond with a painted back

Painted Scutes	
and you 

You silly goose, you passed out
On the ground no one around knew what you were about
You laughed aloud and we painted on

And I can't remember a God damn thing you said

But your smile
Like a child

On the last day of art class
We ate some frosting and I whispered
of Summer
I should have known
Why would you have come
Innocent invitations are an easier way to run

Run to you

You little girl, you passed out
on the ground. No one around knew what you were about.
(Xannies and Crayons)
I knew but I painted on.

And I can't remember a God damn thing you said.

But your smile
Like a child"

Painted On

Mr. Morgan's new song. He sings, and I back him up. He killed it!

At Least it Don't Burn

For those that don't have time to crack the code: This song is about gentrification and "finding where you belong."

Coffee and Cocaine

Irish Car Bomb

Hackberry

Warm White Sky

Jordan and I  recorded an awesome song I wrote over the summer about feelings and home. Enjoy. SO glad he lives in the same apartment complex as I do!

Done With The Bones

We're songwriters that became friends in a small college town. Three years later, we spent one week on the shore of Moss Lake to record our first album.

Hackberry

Moss Lake

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