The Secrets Underwater

Found You On The Moon

The Horror Of A Middle Class Dinner Party

When I wrote this I pictured an old, tired cowboy accepting and preparing for a showdown. Knowing it would be their last.

The Gunslingers Last Draw

Dressed In Silver

Soft Whispers Allure

Lyrics:

Through lust, sweet talk. 
Words learnt from cut teeth. 
Fresh thoughts get locked. 
On lost options. 
In this haunt. 
Conscience with loss of body, 
logic and function. 

Or resolve with twitching fingers. 
Grasping wisps. 
Missed opportunist resistance to a lethargic existence. 
Created with a persistence to listen to the worst choice. 
That voice selling aching hosts doubt. 

All sound arrive 
At the only way is out. 

Or smack curses with last laughs. 
Attention calls them like mouse traps. 
Pathetic intentions in manipulating. 
Honest affection. 
Lost in chronic infections. 
To integral connections. 

Ignoring lessons, resetting events. 
Aware of Corrections. 

No need for a call of redemption, science of heaven. 
Just a check list of head spins, infringement, direction.
Infinite descriptions of a cause of a system. 
Built from within, twisting words of all we've heard. 
Grinding down, lost and found. 

Life is just repetition.

Molly Likes To Look Good

Mely In Grime

Before The Local Sun Goes Supernova

So You Had A Rubbish Day Huh?

Heart Sinks When You Hear The News

I make music on the side primarily with a synth and a sequencer. Feel free to download everything for free from here or check out the Bandcamp to pay what you want. Hope you enjoy.

Numeric Dyslexic

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