i love this vibe! it makes me feel like im in a dystopian big city or something, chilling on a rooftop watching the city below while stuck in my head over something

Hazy Dreams

The Useless life of precious stone
The site of future catacombs
Pour a glass for sentences
Ended without periods
Calling debts on all the time that we borrow
The interest of tomorrow
An embarrassment of riches
Serves no higher purpose than to
scratch the worst of itches

Your poor diamond ring
Has it ceased to mean

Why design a boat that doesn’t float that still you underwrote
Tomorrow will be made to pay
They love to laud a rising tide a mile high
A mile wide
A mile overhead
Who’s surviving that?

Ships were made to sink
Does it hurt to think
Has ceased to mean
Your poor diamond ring

Your poor diamond ring
Has it ceased to mean 
ships were made to sink
Does it kill to think

Caste Iron

click on the radio

A song about being beaten down by capitalism


x Sunrises
x x x dissiPAting memory
x Of Holding Out
x x x for a BETter eulogy //elegy
THAN unending
x x x paying RENT framed as liberty
x Why stop at
x x x-comMOdiTIZing dignity

Descending from a dream of indifference
To the Constant photosynthesis
Sunlight and Heartbeats into 
Principal 
and interest 
Heartbeats to Principal and
Interest 

Sun setting
xx paying toll for the flimsiest territory
Sun setting
xx empty pockets for expensive allegory
Sun setting 
TOO much dying for a doomed mythology 
Survival 
AT this price point ain’t so mandatory

(Chorus again)

The models that we follow
A needless pill to swallow
Renting breath in a seller's market

(Outro)
I had a dream once
That I didn’t care, I didn’t care
That it wasn’t fair

A Dream

11 track album by Bjørn Lynne, released in 2002. 
All tracks composed, performed, produced by Bjorn Lynne.

Colony

Bjørn Lynne - Messages

x it sickens ME that I GOT a disEASE
and I THINK I may have caught it from a magazine
They say that PRINT is dead and so it’s ALL in my head
but I know what I've seen 
but I know what I've seen 
It said

sun signs are just the tip of the iceberg 
Is that a sign that I can finally melt
I don’t adore the way I cannot afford
to buy the way that it felt 
to buy the way that it felt 
It said

Are you a puzzle that’s omitted some pieces
The middle’s missing only edges remain
Lack completeness Looking less like a picture 
And more like a frame
Looking more like a frame
What is this a gradual change or was I always this way
Because

Chorus
I don’t think I ever knew 
Just when it was when I fell apart on you 
They love to say that
love can conquer all 
but i know that’s not true
//but baby that’s not even close to true 
I seen what illnesses can do

Im losing grip on impersonal gravity
Admissions feel like a four letter word
Is it bizarre that I am talking to stars
And that I liked what i heard 
but i liked what i heard

The voices leaping and commanding to vanish
The air is thinnest where I’ve already fled
It’s all invented but man is it compelling
And going over my head
It’s going over my head
Does it bother the living
disturbing the dead

Close to True

Rough draft of a riff I've had for a while. Written and recorded very fast on 12/6/22.

Suffice

xx I’ll be praying on it
Like a wasp inside a bonnet
Said to the Viper in the mirror never bitten never stung
As if no venom’s on their tongue

but who’s got
the time for tales
for children taught
at the threat of slate and nails
Every LINE is reHEARsed
In the MIRror reVERsed
every LESSon a BLESSing 
that’s BACKwards and CURSED

(Because you’re)
Making money off it
Enough to turn a profit
Away from any kind of faith 
that anybody's got it

Chorus
What's the worst you can 
imagine
are you certain
you’re not the fear you fear

And I’ll be paying for it
Some stories deserve to die
Before they kill again
Because we live and let lie and let lie

How strange to have no reflection
No mirror could capture that selfish depiction
You style yourself as a hero
And not as the villain you see

You’re making money off it
You’re making money off it
Enough to turn a profit
Away from any kind of faith that anybody's got it

Chorus
What’s the worst I can 
imagine
I am certain 
you’re the fear you fear
Because fact outpaces fiction
What's the worst you can 
imagine
are you certain
you’re not the fear you fear
You fear, you fear, you fear

Because fact outpaces fiction

Outpaces

Stay Up Late

Synth-Rock duo based in Guadeloupe France

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