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A demo with professional intentions

Lost Memories (instrumental demo)

Molly made the china dolls that come alive.
pAGES IN cLOUDS
pATRICK bURKE 2025

Molly made the china dolls that come alive,
They’re made from parts nobody wanted
And become everything they hated…


She stitched their arms from splintered wood
Painted faces no one understood
Glass in their ribs, rust in their veins
Laughed like angels, screamed like chains


She whispered secrets through the thread
Woke them softly from the dead


Molly liked the china dolls that come alive
She watched them crawl and twist and writhe
Built from shame and fractured pride
They wear the masks that she would hide
Molly liked the china dolls that come alive


They dance on tables, curse in rhyme
They eat the hours she left behind
Bent with beauty, cracked with grace
They spit her name back in her face


She never cried, she just sewed tight
They were her voice on quiet nights


Molly liked the china dolls that come alive
Spun from parts no one survived
They grew into the things they feared
Broke the mirrors, disappeared
Molly liked the china dolls that come alive


Stolen bones, forgotten lace
She made a world, it wore her face
And when they screamed, it sounded right
She held their hands and turned out the light


Molly liked the china dolls that come alive
She gave them hate, they gave her eyes
Now they roam where silence died
She became what she designed
Molly liked the china dolls that come alive…


Molly made the china dolls that come alive…
They're made from parts nobody wanted…
And become everything they hated…

PB2025

Molly made the china dolls that come alive

Floating up in the air to join an eagle circling above.

Eagle

DO YOU STILL HATE ME

YOUSAHOE

Twin Sister by Fawn Breaks

Without worth or price
I'm doing all I can
And she can't tell the place
Twin sister pleads me

Don't do it alone
Don't leave me a stray
You gave me a choice
United again
I didn't come this far to lose

The realer was the suffering
The closer we could be
Perturbing in your mutterings
Your conscience warns me

Don't do it alone
Don't leave me a stray
You gave me a choice
United again
I didn't come this far to lose

But you're no longer you
The flashbangs insincere
The closer we became
The more our time decayed

Don't do it alone
Don't leave me a stray
You gave me a choice
United again
I didn't come this far to lose

Twin Sister

ill move on when im ready

Some Old Tracks From when I first started recording at Home With a Friend Pat on Bass Guitar. Thank You For Your Time.. Please Enjoy..

These Plans

Moody

It's Always Coffee and Cigarettes for Breakfast

The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

The moors are bare

No Signal

[Verse ]
Tried to paint you
In my sleep
But you
Won’t stay

[Chorus ]
You left a shape
On the wall
Still there
When night falls

[Bridge]
I talk to the frame
Like it still holds you

ripples

Every story needs an origin story. Waiting outside is Chapter One. Look out for Chapter Two...

DO YOU STILL HATE ME

PLEASE GO TO HELL

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