Yellow

Meseta

Imperfection

Set In Stone

Inspired by 2 worlds.  India and Abu Dhabi

Impermanence

Palace in the Sky

Instruments used:  Mandolin, Banjo, Native American Flute, Angklungs, Tablas, Violin, Bass Guitar, Guitar, and other miscellaneous percussion.

Panacea

That moment in time when a moth gets zapped by a lightning bolt and turns into a chinese paper lantern

GreyMoth

Black and White

LYRICS:
the king of straws
the kids of cause 
ill pinch your skin with castanets 
my pickled kin want half as less
as they deserve 
as white milk turns like crusty piss 
and who the hell is this crummy caped crusader stumbling deaf  and dead  through alleyways 
that pave the way of circle life and picks the pockets of panacea strife 
 now you know ants don’t plead for life they are it and u-r-i-n-e  waterfalls
and kills the hopeless pilgrims from the sky
no ever asks why 
welcome to the circle life

I only got 24 hours to live 
before this beginning begins an end
and its apparent that saints do sin 
and paints do blend when black and white are too close
this schism will never end im dying to see you live
 to see you give a moment of exoneration of appreciation 
that life is  something worth a damn 
these senses sense a certain death
but books may give eternal breath 
and beats will beat in heart til death
kills us all, seaweed eyes and butter crust will melt through knives and love and lust
takes what’s just and leave the rest

Theres enough fog in the city to melt metal monoliths 
I pelt peddlers honest jest with stones til my arm just cant throw anymore 
til the score is even til evils weavings are leaving through a hole in the ground
I dug with my sound I kept goin down til I got to the core and I found maybe the center of it all aint good aint bad its just a changeable ore

Silence
we never get enough of it
our minds are full of unsaid shit 
that eels its evil endtrails into roots and rots the only shots we gots at happiness
so say it all preach your love and anger at these walls 
so they can break down into people who feel feelings 
and this maze weve made wont be so hard to solve 

Im still standing in sand 
got my lips in my hand
so I can spit on the man 
when I go to shake his hand


I hide my compass in my chest  
boiled blood in pots and pans
this fog is comin in thick n damp
the end begins again
an end the end begins


Rexamander