personified hopelessness wrapped in a thunderstorm. 

lyrics:
you take off the feeling (feeling)
undress the weight of me
undress the weight of me (the weight of me) 
(undress)

amplified static (static)
forgive my habits, I'm too (too)
Klein 
blue

five torn wings, torn wings
I open heaven inside the fall
heaven inside the fall (mm)

guess I'll always be the lonely one (one)
guess I'll always be the lonely one (one)
guess I'll always be the lonely one (one)
guess I'll always be, guess I'll always (always)

(five torn wings)
guess I'll always be the lonely one (one)
(torn wings)
guess I'll always be the lonely one (one)
(i open heaven inside the fall)
guess I'll always be the lonely one (one)
(heaven inside the fall)
guess I'll always be, guess I'll always (always)
(I'll always, I'll always)

I'll always, I'll always
I'll always
I'll always
I'll always

heaven inside the fall

"thru the pines" is an avant-pop madrigal demo, built entirely from voice, using a Roland VT-4 for distortion/tuning on backing vocals. I make madrigals to warm up for recording "real" vocals. This particular one unearthed feelings I'd left unexplored for about a year or so -- most tangible, I think, in the dropped formant sections -- seemed visceral enough to release as a demo. If you find this and it resonates with you -- you are passing through a field of deep sadness, longing, and half-regret.

Lyrics:
Well my heart can't fail how it used to
While we're standing through the pines
Say you love me, say you need me
& I'll be fine -- I'll be fine

thru the pines (demo)

Never been the type to rush in, dive in
Will I float or cascade down?
Only the future tense can figure it out

Sink or swim
Sink or swim
I’m so tired of waiting

Sink or swim
Sink or swim
I’m so tired of wading

There’s nothing I can do, nothing I can say
I’m gonna love you

Sink or swim
Sink or swim
I’m so tired of waiting

Sink or swim
Sink or swim
I’m so tired of wading

I’m so tired of waiting

sink or swim

I knew you then
Running streets
Trained accident
That we would meet
& roll the stone together

For a moment softness plodded
And milled about the yard
We watched her through that gray October
Til she sighed, “I must depart”
Well, losing faith’s an art

Looking back who can be sure —
What was it for?
When the feeling’s oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-over

Looking back who can be sure —
What was it for?
When the feeling’s oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-over

Looking, looking back
Looking, looking back
Looking

feeling's over

yes it's a beatles reference.

with minimal avant-pop production, "not so bad" layers melodic intimate vocals with industrial textures & distorted samples, blending introspection with  experimental sound design fit for the contemplative warehouse.


Lyrics:

Swear I lose my head too easily
Can you put it back?
Track it foot by foot
This reddened path
I find the wrath

At the bottom of every bottle’s a spiral
And I wake up
Draped in my worst thoughts

And you love me
It’s not so bad
I should be glad
And you love me
It’s not so bad
I should be glad

Swear I bear my pride too easily
Can’t you find me out?
Drag it foot by foot
This leadened weight
I stay awake

At the bottom of every bottle’s a spiral
And I wake up
Draped in my worst thoughts

And you love me
It’s not so bad
I should be glad
And you love me
It’s not so bad
I should be glad

not so bad

"AUDREY" is an electronic avant-pop half-ballad featuring gritty distorted textures & a melodic topline.

Lyrics:
Give me grace
Give me patience
Give me everything I’m not

If I go, then I want you
And I want you — close

[Audrey]

I want your love
I hate your love, love

[Audrey]

Nine times a criminal in my arms
Don’t you make me wonder who I really harm 
I really harm, I really harm
[Audrey, Audrey]

(Wonder who I really harm)
(Really harm)
(Harm)

Nine times a criminal in my arms
Don’t you make me wonder who I really harm 
I really harm, I really harm
[Audrey, Audrey]

(Wonder who I really harm)
(Really harm)

[Whoa, Audrey, whoa, Audrey, yeah
Whoa whoa, Audrey, whoa, Audrey, yeah
Whoa whoa, Audrey, whoa, Audrey, yeah
Whoa whoa, Audrey, whoa, Audrey, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Audrey, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Audrey, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah]

AUDREY

Third installment of the [] series.

Nostalgia dripping slushwave / liminal wave / ambient. Tracks from early era's of Crossing Bridges & Forest Kids Collective as a whole. A collection of tracks reimagined and warped to be these otherworldly tunes. Blending the lines of ambient / slush / and experimental.

Get lost in the blur and fog ~

Gloom Temperature

Pizzabox