Dormant Informant

Everything is ok you are gonna die

loosing my grip

Music written by Eric Pennington
Produced and performed by Nate Jessee and Rob Wilton

Lyrics
Put your thoughts in a box and throw away the key.
Let's pretend that you can be free, is it all the same?
To do those things that you like and you don't have to lie
You can come back now and you let your own life force grow
And let yourself be free

You never told me how it was supposed to be 
in the end, you walk away and now we need
to let ourselves be free.

Close your eyes and you will see how it feels to be free
Away from all the thoughts, the ones that you feel, they take over you
Washed away from yourself, like there's nobody else
and you can be free and let your own life force grow
And let yourself be free

Do you wonder how it feels to die?
Well I saw it happen to you, but you never lived to tell me if it hurt, and
I could never do anything but stand back and watch you throw it away
and let yourself be free

How To Erase A Memory

Music written by Eric Pennington.
Performed and recorded by Nate Jessee at Trash Island Studios

Lyrics
They cast a net so far it traps us all in its path, trolling the stream for our minds, it's easy.
Not a game of chance but fact that they make you think you're right and you hold your head up high, oh they lie, you sucker.

I don't know what caused this great divide, I only know you run and hide. We can't save ourselves it'll cost us our lives, just to play the great divide.

We're all strangers in our phones, our lives reduced to screen names so easy to hate and to blame, no reason. You dish it back but does it really make you feel good knowing you play the game they made for you, fucking moron.

When it's over and they get what they want from us, a nation divided once again, they sold us. Stop for a moment and think to yourself who really thinks for you, I bet you won't like what you find. I know I can't believe it.

The Great Divide

When there is an entire world going on around you but you can't shake the thought "it's just the same to me."

Just The Same

Written and Recorded by Nate Jessee at Trash Island Studios

Lyrics:
You'll sell your soul for things you cannot see
Each day it makes you sweat and it make you bleed
You never question if you're free
The game has built its walls around you and me

The game pushes you far away from where you want to be
The rules fall on you to understand the game

Your mind's stuck on repeat
Your destiny will always be the same
Because you can't see past the fact 
that you're playing the game

Braindead from the news like you got something to lose
Hold tight to your precious routine of life
Before they take it away from you, it's a game we'll all lose
We just can't quit, so what's your point of view
When the game swallows you.

The Game

Written and Recorded by Nate Jessee at Trash Island Studios.
Remastered on 3/23/2024

I can't remember a time when death wasn't a friend of mine.
I stood in the cold, dark, and rain tryin' to make sense out of
everything in my brain.
But nothing can wash these feelings away, if the dead can't
feel our pain, is that OK?

On the other side, it's a savage afterlife
They'll take everything, including your mind
But I don't want to spend my afterlife with you
I got things to do.

Once is never enough for you, the greed, the need, I hate it, it's true
I feel the pull of you from the other side
it invades my brain and I cannot hide.
When you're six feet down it's hard to have a life and I know you're gonna take mine

Savage Afterlife

This song is an ode to my origins in classic country. 

Late Country Nights

Written and produced by Nate Jessee. Recorded at Trash Island Studios.


Lyrics:
What's real or not I don't know
It ebbs and it flows
Mysteries of my mind, nobody knows

I take your word as truth, sing your song today

I'm confused and so are you
Fighting for a cause cuz' they told us to
Blind reason that we think is always true
Lead to dirty water but it tastes so sweet
Washed my brain I cannot sleep
It's funny that we cannot think

Take your word as truth, never understand
The game they play with our brain, It's  not OK
We always lose

When will we begin to stand and rise
And see through their, their thin disguise 

It's such a shame that it's all a game
They play with our lives
Used for their selfish gain, they have no compromise

Stand and Rise

Written and recorded by Nate Jessee at Trash Island Studio.

Lyrics
Yesterday was just another day
Feeling all the things I feel, every other day

Light myself on fire, it makes me feel better

Time moves faster that is always true
Living every day the same
Happy or sad, angry and mad

Light myself on fire, it makes me feel better
My future is brighter, when I'm on

Fire I feel fine, the flames will burn my mind
From ashes I will rise, light myself on fire

In the end, is this all a waste
Tryin' to make sense out of our, own reality

Phoenix

Written, performed and recorded by Nate Jessee at Trash Island Studios

Lyrics
Pressure's building my time is wasting
I can't understand that
Life is for living

So I close my eyes and float away

To a place I take my mind
Every day it's all the same
Living the daily life
No wonder we lost our mind

When it gets too real
The tide pulls you away
If the sun never set
Let it go and be

In another place, I lay
My mind to rest each day
Don't care what you have to say
There's meaning beyond your range.

When it gets too real
The tide pulls you away
If the sun never sets
Let it go and be

Let It Go

A wise man has told me that life doesn't even begin until you're 40. Here's to the rest of my life.

The Midlife Jam

Happy Halloween! The werewolves are on the prowl with Annie Swank at Trash Island Studio. 

Written and performed by Annie Swank and Nate Jessee

Werewolves On The Prowl (feat Annie Swank)

Written and Recorded by Nate Jessee at Trash Island Studios. Re-balanced mix uploaded on 3/17/2025

Lyrics
In my mind I see, colorful beings around me
but I can't touch the things, that are right next to me, no.
I float above everything, and it makes no sense at all to me.
So I guess it's only true, I'm just a ghost

As a ghost, it makes more sense to me now.
Worry about life and it never works out.
If you only knew, how savage the after life can be, whoa.
You'll never be a ghost like me

Ghost can't think, ghost can't speak, ghost can't do anything

Just a Ghost

Written and Performed by Eric Chiu and Nate Jessee. Check out Eric @theexpats

Lyrics
Telling lies to build hate in our eyes
Shameful acts not free to say otherwise
This is not a game anymore, oh no
They deny the past and wash our minds
With all the rich man's fat lies
Let's not be the coward running away

Take our money, kill our hope
But I think that you should know
One day you'll be eating

Fist full of sand, Fist full of sand
It's what you left us, it's what you get
Reap what you sow, that's how it goes
It is so, it is so, yes it is.

It's all your fault and 
We saw this coming anyways what can I say
1 + 1 is 2 for real, no way
In the dark sand feels like grains of salt
and you'll have both in your dead eye
That's the way the universe works
But you knew that anyway

A soul black as night and a heart 3 times too small
A real life grinch has come to rob us all

In the end you're left with a fist full of sand
Fist full of sand is what you get, hey
Karma is a bitch and a fist full of sand is what you get!!!

Fist Full of Sand

Written and recorded by Nate Jessee at Trash Island Studio

Lyrics
When will this monster die?
We're ready to celebrate the monster's life
A wreath upon its door, the people won't cry anymore
Flowers in the street and perfume in the air
People dancing every where
In the end we can resume our lives, once again!

The Monster's Life

Written by Nate Jessee
Performed by Nate Jessee and @Theexpats Eric Chiu

They pulled the oil from the ground
Turn it into something that won't break down
It's in everything, we even see it swimming in our little veins, oh yeah

In this plastic life, I'm gonna die

It fills all the creases in our minds
You can even extract it from our spine
This plastic universe, it's a thing only money could ever buy

In this plastic life, it feels like I'm gonna die
This plastic life make me wanna die
Nothing is real, Even I feel fake
But in this plastic life, we must survive

Vita falsa est
Vita mendax est

vita falsa est

Vita Falsa Est (Featuring Eric Chiu @theexpats)

Honk if you don't exist is inspired by a bumper sticker I saw in the desert.

Nate Jessee

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