Just experimenting with some chopped up guitars.

OG Hush (Jazzverb Hell)

Wrote a spooky little blues ditty just in time for Halloween. 

Omnichord + Acoustic Guitar + Garage Band Shenanigans.

Re-Mixed/Mastered version available on bandcamp: https://natesnow.bandcamp.com/track/keep-it-clean

~~Lyrics~~
You can cover up the banner'd heart tattoo'd on your sleeve
Carry your load alone
You can try to hide your conscience in a shiny silver box
But can you keep it clean?

Flip the fortune-teller's table
Shout and yell something obscene
Keep the crystal ball from shattering,
But can you keep it clean?

There's no pretending that the spirits don't move you
I can see the ghost pulling your string
You can make sure to leave flowers on his shallow grave
But can you keep it clean?

Can you keep it clean?

Keep it Clean (Bannered Heart)

Doo-Wap Slacker Anthem

~~Lyrics~~
Don't you worry about a thing
I'm hurrying home
Just to stand still
I'll crawl out of the landfill

Once upon a time, felt so fine
a cardboard cube inside my mind
a rocket ship blast me out,
cash me out,
lift me out,
away from this
I'm so pissed,
disenfranchised with the bit
When I leave I won't miss it, no lie
Won't even kiss it goodbye

Seems to me in recent days
the cardboard cube has been replaced
by silicon encased in glass
and plastic and some rubber just in case.

Are these the new days?
Can I go back to the old ways
Where there are still unanswered questions
Not just searches left un-entered?

And I've tried to be calm,
but the game keeps moving on.
Given the choice to roll the dice
or sit on Ice I won't think twice
and if you wanna see my prize
it's reflected in my eyes. So,

Don't you worry about a thing
I'm hurrying home
Just to stand still
I'll crawl out from the land fill

Let's just pretend that our childhood doesn't end.
Record two verses four hooks and hit send.
If nobody likes it who gives a damn.
It wasn't their blood on your pen.
Wasn't their time that you spent
Re-writing again and again;
Pulling the hair from your head.

Sweating, stressing, hating on yourself;
Pushing words into paper, keeping dust off of the shelf,
And now it's seeping out your pores, busting down the doors,
You can't hold it in no more,
You don't have to hold it in no more.

I said
Don't you worry about a thing
I'm hurrying home
Just to stand still
I'll crawl out from the land fill

Don't you worry about a thing
I'm hurrying home
Just to stand still
I'll crawl out from the land fill

Land Fill

Cover of a song off of Animal Collective's Water Curses EP.

~~Lyrics~~
Does anyone in here get hit with inside fever,
So bad sometimes it's hard to move around?
They'll show you all the things you are not doing,
Instead of helping you they'll block ya out.
And you're whining you shouldn't waste your morning,
But the couch fibers kept you inside.
Said I'm so sorry I came in late this evening,
But all the clocks around the town had died,
And all the fruit stores' colors were so bright,
With couples smiling, cooking things tonight,
And what were all those troubles on my mind?
Oh, I took a walk...

The room is still a little hot.
And I don't break til a midnight shock.
Are you coming out tonight?
Pretend I am? Well, I just might.

The room is filled with ancient dates,
Where I've been and what I ate.
Before I'm asked to throw them out,
I play with every little doubt.

The room is filled with gummy bears,
Electric shavers, ingrown hairs.
I keep the curtains tied in knots.
You sleep on cotton, rest in cots

The room is filled with catalogues,
Encyclopedias, books enough,
To keep me busy in the morning.
Sun sets fast without a warning.

The room is filled with cords and plugs,
Electronic translucent bugs.
And what's that crawling all around?
What's that twitching, is it still alive!?
Is it still alive!?
Is it still alive!?

Does anyone in here get hit with inside fever,
So bad sometimes it's hard to move around?
They'll show you all the things you are not doing,
Instead of helping you they'll block ya out.
And you're whining you shouldn't waste your morning,
But the couch fibers kept you inside.
I'm so sorry I came in late this evening,
But all the clocks around the town had died,
And all the fruit stores colors were so bright,
With couples smiling, cooking things tonight,
And what were all those troubles on my mind?
Yes, I took a walk.
Oh, I like a walk.

Street Flash (Animal Collective Cover)

A Lovesong for the HookUp Generation. 

~~Lyrics~~
All I want is a body lying next to mine
All I need is some patience and a little time
I've been told that love will come eventually
I'm starting to believe it's not meant for me

We can stumble through the one-night-stands
Until the nights turn into weeks
Never been too big on titles, but maybe, if you want to,
You could call me your baby

The Jaded say that love is over
It died alone with MTV
And I'm right with 'em when I'm sober
But get enough drinks in me, I got hope for you and me

Fear and loathing in your Love Affair
Paranoia's all you breed
Ain't much chance we'll make it out alive, but maybe, if we do,
Could I call you my baby?

Whoa, fear and love
Every morning, a choice you make
Close yourself off because you've hurt before
Or pretend it ends ok
Just have faith it ends ok.

Fear and loathing in your Love Affair
Paranoia's all you breed
Ain't much chance we'll make it out alive, but maybe, if we do,
Could I call you my baby?

Baby

why am I so sad? \\ dolphin is smiling.

|/\|L I V E u r D R E A M|\/|

Download//Buy: https://natesnow.bandcamp.com/track/tropical-depression

Tropical Depression

A clandestine re-imagining of Vampire Weekend's newest single, Harmony Hall. 

I was extremely excited to hear that the vampy boys are putting out some new music and even more excited that they posted a video with the fire guitar track singled out - making it very sample friendly. I hope you enjoy this humble offering.

Harmony Hell (Inspired by Vampire Weekend's Harmony Hall)

“All In My Head” offers a reverb-drenched, acoustic-guitar-laden, depressing-yet-danceable response to the cliche too often hurled at those who live with anxiety and/or depression: “if it’s all in my head... tell me how to get it out of there."

All In My Head

diagnosed with terminal dipshittery; tryign to do as much music as possbible before the rest of my blerg leakds down my neckk

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