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Dan Casey 'Empty City' LP out October 22, 2013.

Stay Steezy. Free download.

Label & Press: info@ceremonyrecordings.com

Dan Casey - Empty City

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Owsey & Dustin Christensen - Carry Me, Ohio

Ben Howard - She treats me well live

written by rey villalobos 
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Daughter of the Sea

Daughter Of The Sea

BURN THE INSIDE OUT

I only want you if you eat me up.
Drink my marrow down.
I’ll still want you if you piss me away, 
just pour me down your mouth.

It’s feral, creeping down your old ribs
to where your heart is a derelict house.
If I can’t even leave, never fear, I’ll just start a fire

--- (inside I see a) ---

Red book on a black shelf. 
White page being burned.
Green window pane sinking down.
Black bird in the sun.

The walls are rotten and blooming vines. Eaten from inside.
There are holes and stains on the carpet's mane, like lion skin gone foul.

A black doe lost on the white lines.
A fresh flower, still on time.
These pretty roads are paved with red red falls.
Buildings long worn down,
they are sleeping, dreaming still,
of those who used to work inside
or some who used to sleep so still.

That old moon is so damn tired of us she can barely keep her eye open once a month,
I scratched the earth and see the red fields plum, 
what gets down on beetle thumbs;
I scratched the earth to see the red fields tea;
and saw you become the shape of what you most hoped to be.

Burn The Inside Out

Here's a cover version of the great Chromatics tune I made for fun.

I Want Your Love (Chromatics Cover) - Free Download

Newly mastered by the great Bob Weston @ Chicago Mastering Service, 'Say It (Like You Mean It)' is available now on my latest EP release, 'Final Girl'.

Live drumming on this song performed by our good friend and collaborator, Brant Abbitt.

Get 'Final Girl' here:
iTunes: goo.gl/8q5miS
Spotify: goo.gl/RQCIS4
Apple Music: goo.gl/d8zCj1
Google Play: goo.gl/iWQYn8

©2015 future forward records
published by Milk Plus Music (ASCAP)
cover art: Jana Martish (www.worldofnevara.wordpress.com)

info@chris-price.com
@cpricemusic

Chris Price - Say It (Like You Mean It) (Album Version)

The mastered analog acoustic version of "Confused"


For you :) 

Confused (Acoustic One Take)

Acoustic guitar, music and concept by: Saving Change
(https://soundcloud.com/saving-change)
Lyrics and vocals by: FaDE
(https://soundcloud.com/fa-d-1)

I originally wrote "Bloom" as an instrumental about the different seasons of life. I cannot begin to express how much it means to me that Fa found beauty in the music and has added so much more through her wonderful words and voice!!! Thank you so much!!!

“Bloom”
One step at a time
First to learn to fall
One step at a time
Before you learn to walk

Look at me, on my new bicycle
Look at me, I am the king of the world
Kissed Knees from pebbles on the ground
I’m getting older if I don’t cry, and I smile
I’m growing up like a bloom into the light

Then to learn to dance in the sunlight
A few stolen kisses in the shade
I’m growing up with the love that I’ve met
I’m growing up in the laughter, in the pain
No matter if the tears are flooding the sand
Which feeds me

One step in time 
One step in time
One step in time
One step in time
I want to dance in the sunlight

Look at me now I’m old and faded
Look at me….in my eyes, the past so far away
I underwent so many thunderstorms
Now I’m older, no I don’t cry……..I’m reborn
I don’t want to wilt like a bloom into the dark




Bloom ~ Vox / Feat. FaDE

Latin Playboys

Crayon Sun

Another visual, audio soundscape blending our 3 individual styles. Close your eyes and come along with us... 

The Shores of Lareto:

Slipped down to Mexico
Hid out for 28 days
Slept under stars and the eyes of the moon
Just south of Isla San Jose
The days bled into weeks and the weeks bled into wine
The sun fought the horizon going down
Swam out to the furthest shoal that I have ever know
Halfway out my demons pulled me down

Caught up in the current 
Washed me out to sea
300 Miles down
From the shores of Laredo


@michaelw-2 - production/arrangement/pads/synths and mix on his iPad
@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar 
@jackwm - lead guitars

Grab an unmastered download on us.
Swing on by our FB page and give us some support there too:
www.facebook.com/RefractedMemory

The Shores Of Loreto (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

22, A Million

715 - CR∑∑KS

* All music and lyrics written, performed and produced by Yellow House
* Mastered by Fin. Mastering

Lyrics:

I didn’t know where we would stand,
My head in my hands,
But I never wanna see your face again

Didn’t know where we would be,
We’re nothing to see,
But I know that I never wanna do it again

You just stand outside my window
And watch me bleed out
You’re running again,
Running scared
You’re at it again,
Running scared

In my head,
You’re always in my head
I should’ve kept my own part clean
In my head,
You’re always in my head
I couldn’t stay astray
Stray

I don’t know where we went wrong
Was it dead all along?
I just know that I never wanna feel that again

I don’t know what I could say
To take it away
But I know that I never wanna hurt you again

You just stand outside my window
And hear me scream out
You’re running again,
Running scared 
You’re at it again,
Running scared

In my head,
You’re always in my head
I should’ve kept my own part clean
In my head,
You’re always in my head
I couldn’t stay astray
Stray

A Carnival of Fears

Stray

Once in a Long, Long While…

Gosia

The Greatest Gift

Drawn to the Blood (Fingerpicking Remix)

Maraqopa (Deluxe Edition)

Museum of Flight

Damien Jurado - "Museum of Flight"

Ben Howard - Move Like You Want

1924

My favorite version of Your Anchor by Asaf Avidan. Couldn't find it on soundcloud, so i made my own tribute to it. 

Asaf Avidan - Your Anchor Acoustic from the Box

"A Penny Spent"

She buttons down the sycamore leaves pressed in a bow,
thread and pencils, bones of wings, her photographs of snow -
tears they come, tears they fall, roll down like wilting suns,
she saved her every common cent but all of her’s been spent.

She draws a string through charms and rings, and throws her purse away
she needs no pens, not even maps, there’s nothing to be said
never is she coming back, the days will wash away
memories like Russian dolls, one inside them all.

This fucking town is sick and poisoned, so many small of heart and mind.

She understands the difference between dollars and souls,
one is poor when one is rich but neither did she know -
tears they come, tears they fall, and sting like angry wasps;
death be born and never waived, another penny saved.

That fucking town is sick and poisoned, everyone small of heart and mind;

She plants her hands into the earth, like cedar roots break streets
and crawls into the world above, the garden of the deep
Never is she coming back, she’ll hunt the little kings,
memories like russian dolls, one inside them all.

That fucking place is sick and heartless, so many small of thoughtful mind,
Penny saved her every common cent, but all of her’s been spent.

A Penny Spent

“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

music lover, burner, photographer, dancer. 

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