I am going with 1wrisks. I couldn't say it better, but I feel that way, too.

Wonderful listening to a song about a genuine free-spirit.

eloise has a place to go to escape. we all need that one time or another..great percussion/beat and vocal as usual

brooo listen this https://soundcloud.com/ryangosling1/miedo

peter youre amazing i hope youre still here

I very slowly
Came apart
On that morning
Of the heart.

When dust settled
I had gone
Nothing left 
Of legs and arms.

There I lay
All apart
In the morning
Of the heart.

Fell down
Into empty air
No one left
Nothing there.

In the morning
As I came apart
My lips lay scattered
As was my heart.

There I lay
All apart
In the morning
Of the heart.

Lost my body
Pieces everywhere
Some on the floor
Some on the stairs.

Here in the morning
As I sang a song
I finally noticed
What was going on.

There I lay
All apart
In the morning
Of the heart.


Morning of the heart r2a

First single from my next project, "Heist"

Thief

An acorn grew
Into a mighty tree
It stood in a yard
And watched TV.

And as it stood
It quietly sang
I once was a forest
When the world began.

I once was an acorn
Now I’m a tree
Grew by a stream
In a forest of me.

The forest thinned
With the passing years
I grow in a yard
With my solitary fears.

I once was an acorn
Now a tree
I grow in your yard
And I watch TV.

I rattle the eaves
I bang on the wall
You’ve forgotten the trees
I remember it all.

I once was an acorn
Now a tree
I once was a forest
A forest of me.

I live in your yard
In a singular space
I once was a forest
That’s been erased.

You once were a nymph
That lived in the trees
Now you’re human
With house and TV.

I scatter leaves
Here and there
Some in the gutter
Some on the stairs.

You walk through leaves
On your way to the gate
You’re about to leave
You’re running late.

A nymph in the forest
A nymph in the trees
Now you live
Without memories.

You once were a nymph
That lived in the trees
Now you’re human
With house and TV.

I once was an acorn
Now a tree
I grow in your yard
And watch TV.

I scatter leaves
On the roof
I scatter leaves
On the stairs.

And as you walk
Along the path
I scatter leaves
Into your hair.

I live in your yard
In a singular space
I once was a forest
That’s been erased.

An acorn grew
Into a mighty tree
It stood in a yard
And watched TV.

Acorn r2

横浜のやさい w/ Tot.

differences

Oceanside Online

yes WE are still making stuff like this in the big '25 and WE are enjoying it :p
yes WE are cringe but WE are free :p

in all seriousness this is completely for fun!! also sorry for the long delays between uploads life has been REALLY busy. i'm extremely greateful for yall on here. this is rlly weird to upload cuz first track w vocals :p. big things coming soon!
love u guys
e8

if u wanna read my bummy lyrics:

i dont miss you either way
i dont miss you either way
i dont miss you either way
i dont (x4)

its just me and you tonight
im not gonna, think i might,
clutch the grip, dont press me right

w-warfare, i’m finna clock u like a knight
golden blade i let it slice, 
talk back once, again, it’s twice

r-redbull mixed w ice,
itchy like you got some lice
trynabuy this watch, my wallets empty, 
can’t reach asking price

i don’t give out no damn advice
everything i built up to this point is thanks to sacrifice

you come back to me, alone,
but i am not your home
and i’m sorry for my tone, but not sorry that ive grown (x2)

i dont miss you either way
i dont miss you either way
i dont miss you either way
i dont (x2)

this is your last chance to make things right
and im glad you took it, we don’t need 2 fight
i know it took a lot to realize
all u ever really needed was to come apologize

i won’t hold onto things like these
life is spiritual warfare, it takes time to reach my peace
i pray you keep on pushing to get through the times at ease
because your eyes told me everything

i don’t give out no damn advice
everything i built up to this point is thanks to sacrifice (x2)

i dont miss you either way
i dont miss you either way
i dont miss you either way, yea (x4)

i'm so done with this :p

backbone

1. In the midst of passing hours
Eloise is drawing flowers.

Stitching rainbow-coloured themes
Running in and out of dreams.

Mountains high, rivers low
Eloise in a world that glows.

2. Eloise making up songs
Improvising as she goes on.

Future doors, windows gleaming
Endless steps into deeper meaning.

Wandering in the forest of good
It’s her favourite neighbourhood.

3. Eloise spins straw into gold
Reliving fairy tales of old.

Train goes by, a distant song
Across plains, sounds of a gong.

Heading for the open air
Heading for a moment rare.

Eloise v2 r1

Carnival 4

1. You were once a man like us
At the edge of the barley field
Now you stand by day and night
At the edge of the barley field.

You’ve been here so long now
Summer, winter, all the time
Who knows what you might find
Looking out at the barley field.

We are as children in your sight
At the edge of the barley field
One day it will all be right
At the edge of the barley field.

You’ve stood a thousand years
While everything else disappears
Nothing left for you to fear
At the edge of the barley field.

2. You were once a boy of 10
At the edge of the barley field
Years have come and gone again
At the edge of the barley field.

You stood for a thousand years
All alone without pain or fears
Ever dreaming in the night
At the edge of the barley field.

You stood in the pale moon light
At the edge of the barley field
It was wrong but quite all right
At the edge of the barley field.

You stand here in dark delight
The ages roll past in your sight
What is it that you see at night
At the edge of the barley field.

3. I spoke with you the other night
At the edge of the barley field
Mind so sharp and eyes so bright
At the edge of the barley field.

Standing in the pale moonlight
At the edge of the barley field
There’s no one else here tonight
At the edge of the barley field.

People come and people go
At the edge of the barley field
Winter, summer, here you grow
At the edge of the barley field.

Cycles dwindle in your sight
First in darkness, then in light
You’ll be here tomorrow night
At the edge of the barley field.


Barley field r1b

Whiteligher anthem

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

Eloise v2 r1

Peter Grimbeek

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