Wash Dried

Pleasure Pieces

I tried to get my old band to play this song but we couldn't get it to sound good so I made it into a MIDI song and over time it evolved until it was 90's RPG battle music. I love RPG battle music and want somebody to pay me to make it. Please pay me money. 

Thieves!

Who'd Ya Love Before I Came

Additional instrumentation & manipulation by M.Wohl
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Girls are mean
who sniff fear for fun
from their seats at lunch, reserved.

There are mean boys too
who smile at you
and give you less than you deserve.

But this just hit me
the poor Earth can’t fit me.
I choose the moon as my world.

In outerspace
establish a new race.
Our flag soon-to-be unfurled.

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From afar
the distance
is dark 
like the holes
in my brain

but the Cosmic microwave
radiates
wide open space.

There’s a scar 
on my heart
to match the curse
on my name

but to ease the pain
I lean on the
ills I’ve
gained.

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Eye to eye
not afraid to lie.
Too bad we can’t all read minds.

The arrows, too
aren’t aimed at you
since you’re not part of the tribe.

No wish will fix me.
Head docs all ditched me.
The dreams all scream in pain.

So one more time
a dotted line
will start the page again.

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From afar
the distance
is dark 
like the holes
in my brain

but the Cosmic microwave
radiates
wide open space.

There’s a scar 
on my heart
to match the curse
on my name

but to ease the pain
I lean on the
ills I’ve
gained.

Corvus Corax

Fixing A Freezer

Track 7 from the album, White Feather Regard

http://markwohl.bandcamp.com/

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Wide Eyed Studios
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The signal started as a tickle reaching from the toes up to the knee
and at this point it became itchy. Scratching itches sometimes sets skin free.
Oh but skin can only take so much. Wounds can hold just so much pus.
It started as a tickle- now the tickle's got its own body
with arms and feet
hands to hold what it pleases
eyes to read what it sees
a head to know what it needs.

The signal sang a different tune
in the key of C.
The words mentioned you
and every measure true.

The signal wasn't in distress but it changed the color of its dress
from red to green and every hue between.
It did this thing so frequently
that the only means of interpreting
was to waive your rights to believe anything
about wealth or health or the Theatre of Selves
(All the dirty things you like to do to yourself)
because

the signal sang a different tune
in the key of C.
The words mentioned you
and every measure true.

The signal evaded all outlets 'til it reigned over electricity.
Drunk on trilobites and feces fossils, this tickle got a 'tude with me.
What can I do but let it slide since the signal traipse a handsome stride?
It started as a tickle- I'm most ticklish in my dreams.
Oh I need some sleep
since

the signal sang a different tune
in the key of C.
The words were about you
and every measure true.

Thieves!

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