Two for Tuba

Trampoline Moonstand

A melodic journey through the healing vibrations of sound — from deep sleep to regeneration — reminding us that nature’s frequencies can restore the body and soul.

Frequencies of Healing

The River Knows My Name

whistlerisaiah.bandcamp.com

there once was a kid 
a rough and tough kid 
he didn't have a name 
or so he said 
put a ribbon on his age 
and gave him fame 

i don't know myself 
well enough 
to tell you who i am 
so you can go 

i don't know myself 
well enough 
to tell you who i am 
so you can go 
tell your friends to run 
from what they know 
cause I'm about to show 
that I'm a new boy 
a new boy 

but i still don't know myself 
i still don't know myself 
i still don't know myself i am worn 
i still don't know myself

Credits:
written by: whistler allen
nathan stocker: guitar, ambience, drums, vox 
whistler allen: vox, piano

(new) boy

wasted by nathan stocker/brotherkenzie
here because original artist has unpublished this song 
no copyright infringement intended
source: https://brotherkenzie.bandcamp.com/

wasted

weekend story by brotherkenzie/nathan stocker

weekend story

track four of carver 
owned by nathan stocker/brother kenzie

carver

treat you right

Whole Wide World

mitchell seymour (yellow), whistler isaiah, and caleb hinz (blue). a story about a boy in pink.

(whistler)
every body every body 
listen to me carefully
sympathy is sympathy 
but sympathy it isn't free
i just woke up 
but this still feels like a dream

he just moved out 
pink's on his way
they said he got there yesterday
now yellow and blue 
they're here to stay
but still feel like they gotta play

i just woke up 
but this still feels like a dream

(mitch)
and it's not so bad
and it's not so cold
and it's not so sad
in the neutral zone

layin awake in bed
tryin to clear his head
lookin back is a waste of time
better to just forget the past

(3527) Holmes Avenue

I am your paper cut 
Maybe I’m your only one
And if you’re lucky like I was
Then I’m your last paper cut

But you’re the lips that suck me up 
Fill your mouth with your own blood 
I’m so lucky that I was 
You’re one and only paper cut 

Violent like the flesh I touch 
Hope you’re feeling better, love 
Cause all I ever wanted was
To be your fucking paper cut 

Your hate is what I’m made from 
I lust for your skin, so tough 
All I ever wanted was
To be your fucking paper cut 
All I ever wanted was
To be your fucking paper cut

paper cut 

nathan stocker/brotherkenzie
find him on spotify

@brotherkenzie on twitter, instagram & soundcloud.

wasted

n.t.stocker