https://mega.nz/file/R2NRDRRJ#ZuL_jPebKZCabITibs8qg_7clnKJun2FBdVBMfbAJh8

made in 8 hours on a sunday after a very bad week.
this project is in 7/4 (mb gang)

-lyrics-
**n33t and hidden contact talking**
**me recording myself in my dorm**

went far to see the sun rise
i saw her climb into the sky
if things go wrong its alright
i know it gets better with time

do you know what its like
to be cast aside (i know)
wanted to say so much more
im out to give the warmth

what can i do if its me
if things go wrong its alright
i know it gets better with time

what if its me

he had a thing for dual titles earlier in his work, grew out of it though

i remember that night on christmas eve, we had almost called the police department after he'd been missing for 2 days, but he came back to the house around 3am. Mom and dad interrogated the hell out of the poor kid as to where he'd been but he wouldn't let up. Locked himself in his room all night and i'm assuming recorded this (judging by the dates from the folder), but i wasn't awake. Zion never seemed the type to get into substances, and he didn't display signs indicative of it anyway, but it had to have been something significant. He didn't talk for a good few months afterwards. I just wish he would've opened up to me, but being the youngest sibling i was generally disregarded. I try not to hold it against him, but it's more difficult than i'd like to admit sometimes.

treading the marish

I hold the brume close to me, but her body’s not like mine 
Plaiting the cordage  
run my hands through the fireweed 
haled out in flume

two eyes, four legs, white scales, sharp fangs,
pitching, dorsal, ivory, rippling 
sleighting, subsumed

when she breached the water
I knew I’d seen something that shouldn't be
but when she breached the water
I felt real

choice_scarf//breach♕♖♗♘♚♛♜♝♞♟dec2011.wav

[NOTE] Due to SoundCloud Content ID system the audio file has been pitched up 50 cents

https://evangeline.info

Produced, written and performed by Evangeline
lyrics: https://genius.com/Evangeline-au-end-of-life-lyrics

End-of-life

mastered by @tevinmichaelr
+ ambience + voice memo at the end

suspending in my talk, something i’m not telling ya
suspicious in my walk, have your eyes caught, not telling ya

cuz i want to show you just what it is that i see
you’re like a collage of pages from my favorite magazine when we talk it feels like paper cuts inside my chest that make it hard to breathe
cuz you’re the one that’s written in my diary that you wish you could read

as if i know how to write, i do but my lips love to lie
can you repeat after me, if you won’t then i’m blinded seeing sides

just don’t understand how someone can come into your life and everything could seem like, oh obviously it’s going in this direction and all of the sudden, it just

diary

https://ffm.to/windwatcher

cover art by me

with her wings to the sea, she voyages onward
_____________________

touching the ground
you fell pretty hard, didn't you?
fjording the sound
kindle my claws and i'll come with you
brushing the bound
whistled in burlap it's sowing through
and no-one's in rounds
thistled in furrows i'm folding through

windwatcher, harvest the breadth from the rines
windwatcher, carving your stead in some time
windwatcher, caught all the arrows and climbed 
windwatcher, don't harken to them you'll be fine
windwatcher, cherish the callows in twine
windwatcher, spread both your wings and you'll fly

haunches and hallocks
had lost all the follage 
in bolstering burgeons 
had hauled out the hallage
surfeited solace
i'll foster the foundage
i know it all too well
staves aching but you're holding still

touching the ground
you fell pretty hard didn't you
fjording the sound
kindle my claws and i'll come with you
mooring the crown 
when you had harbored no solitude 
in laurels lain down
i'm done trying hard not to look at you
i know it all too well
staves aching but you're holding still 
unroven catching silt
caudal curled up, exalt shouldered will 
i know it all too well
staves aching but you're holding still
unroven catching silt
caudal curled up, exalt shouldered will

windwatcher, harvest the breadth from the rines
windwatcher, carving your stead in some time
windwatcher, caught all the arrows and climbed 
windwatcher, don't harken to them you'll be fine
windwatcher, cherish the callows in twine
windwatcher, spread both your wings and you'll fly

windwatcher

10/25/2023 - 07/14/2024

cuz you spin me around
you spin me around
you watch me flare
i could never count in your head

im getting bitter now 
back then i used to follow your pen
but i couldnt count in your

will it still feel the same when i wont guilt trip my head?
im doing something that i can
we're like shooting stars
pitiful like in and out
turning up the gas in a burning house
im just doing something that i can n it makes me proud

samples Elisa - Eppure Sentire

observer

05/01/2024 - 08/23/2024

hypnotized
if you come down to the garden we could verbalize
for the hollow of your mother
you could chase the time
and turn it into something else
all the things you did to me are poisoned
with immaculate intelligence that i feel
whoever told you that You can turn it down at godspeed

its ok now
but all i wanted was a feeling

one free fall
Shutdown
rising me from the above
smacking me into the ground
if i could
i would let you know the truth
but all i see is staring at and waiting for me
cant let it decieve

all the morning routes
and the night sky
we're just falling out
in a new time
line the feeling
open my eyes
break the ceiling
as the wall cries
about meanings
no regarding
only live it
in the timelapse
and believe it
like do magic
like the kids we used to be

one free fall
Shutdown
rising me from the above
smacking me into the ground
all i see is burning colors
i dont wanna see the light

Break the pen
I dont wanna play nor pretend
That we could be something that would work
Only if we break all the amendments
I dont wanna have you as a friend and i dont wanna hear from you again
Everything thats been on your mouth
You can let it have some air
I fall through the pieces of a glass
Always on my phone but left on read
I dont wanna feel like im a mess
But i really think that im a mess
I dont wanna have you as a friend and i dont wanna hear from you again
Everything thats been on your mouth

ill probably remake this last part My guitar octaves are fucked !

https://www.instagram.com/p/C-99kt1MsWI/

sweep.als

soft

damn, it's been a while since i logged on here, sorry about that.

found this one digging through his old hard drive, there's a bunch of songs i want to upload from there at some point. Never even knew he made this until recently though, makes me wonder how much other music of his remained unfinished or lost.

anyway, from the lyrics i can kind of piece together the circumstances being written about here, but i think it would be better kept a personal matter. I will say that it's something me and him both had to deal with, and it was probably significantly harder on him. That kid went through an amount of hardship that would break most people.

come to think of it 2011 was just a bad year in general for us. Mom was really struggling to make ends meet, dad's health was getting worse, and we'd basically been forced to sell the couple acres that our grandpa gave us in his will. Good news though was our older sister had moved back from out of state, so she was supporting us in any way she could.

Zion had also lost a close friend that year unfortunately. Everyone had said it was a vehicle accident, but i learned later he'd been fucking around with inhalants, and that was that. Can't even imagine how hard it must've been on his parents. Sadder part is it wasn't even that uncommon, around that area at least. Even the most unassuming blue collar neighborhoods can be hiding really deplorable shit. I do hope that wherever Zion is now though, he has better friends. Because he deserved them.

i saw a seraph on the street today. he was laughing and crying, cause nobody knew his name

i saw the devil on the promenade. bundled in flagstone, writing checks that I can’t pay

and I’m watching the couples huddle up
and I wonder how much is not enough
but if you’d answer that question for me baby
i might not wonder if I’ll ever be loved

carriage, brim your bones

i saw my father on the news today. he was tracing his prayer beads, as the red and blue took him away

bevel the whipsaw for the cavalcade. I’m eating your bullets, with a spoon made out of clay

and I am a lamb wrapped up in thermogen. shear off all the stope you take

keep her there, failing throne

and I’m watching the couples huddle up
and I wonder how much is not enough
but if you’d answer that question for me baby
i might not wonder if I’ll ever be loved

i know you're starting to get scared of me
the more i try, the worse it gets
and i can't stand the way they stare at me
but i'll try to live with my regrets

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