They'll rry to take every last bit of me working those fingers to their bone. I don't have much more to give. I don't have much of a will to live.

Love Me-or Kill Me: My Hungry Ego

Created for Tenacious Tunesday prompt #ttm4d2y24

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Lyrics:
What was your last meal?
Cheers to you choking on it.
Hear the clock strike midnight
Where's your pumpkin, where's your ride?

Standing on pins and needles.
Eating nothing but nettles.
Whittle your life down to a toothpick.
Standing up for noone, not even yourself.

Hear the clock strike midnight
Where's your pumpkin, where's your ride?

Tunesdays

Midnight on a Toothpick

TenaciousTunesday.com prompt - "Always Somebody Sometimes"

Lyrics:
When you dream
What do you see?
Could it be?
That it’s me?

Im somebody
Sometimes always
Could I try now
To fill your days

When you blink
What do you see?
Nanoseconds
In your mind?

Could it be?
I’m somebody
You wish to see?
On the daily

When you sleep?
What do you think?
Is it thoughts
Of our harmony?

Is there someone
You find kindly
You’ve attached to
Your own heart stings?

I’m somebody
Sometimes always
Will I be yours
One of these days?

Will we dream
As a team
Late night sleep
Our hearts meet

Then I wake
Alone today
Not somebody
Always always

Always Always Always
NOBODY!
I'm Always Always Always
NOBODY!

TenaciousTunesday

Always (Sometimes Somebody) Nobody

Always (Somebody Sometimes) Nobody

This week's prompt was Swaying Palms. I made an ambient track that starts off as a peaceful day and turns to a dangerous, windy nightscape.

Tenacious Tunesday

Swaying Palms

For TenaciousTunesday.com 's prompt "Not A Fan". I hope this song helps you ease away some of the hate you come across. Just drift off and away from it.

Lyrics:

I’m a fridge in outer space
Don’t want some hot breath atmosphere
Floating off from a spacecraft explosion
You can not reach me way out here
Can’t hear you shout
Can’t hear you scream
Blinded to all threats
Violence solving problems which you don’t believe
You can keep your hate
Throw out all the garbage of me
I’ll change my fate
And keep my peace
You words of poison
Some thoughts pointlessly strewn
Lightyears behind me, and slower they travel
Without sound you have no power. I’ve become immune
Drifting out here in a beautiful cold
Vocabularic venom can not ruin my fun
Watching the new stars pull me closer in
Fighting over my mass, and my worth
I contain and I produce love of value to those who wish to see the good in me that I know is truly there.

I’m Floating out here 
with new horizons, vertices, diagonals, vertexes and vortexes.
An infinite possibility, minus you.
No words. No breath. No hate.
Because you’re gone and now there’s none left

Not A Fan (of hate)

This Love in Ruin

Possibly Maybe (Bjork)

This is one of my favorite songs. I wrote it back in 2017 and played a lot live, because it's fun, shocking and educational. This is the first release of a recording I've done. 

Lyrics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aEJ8V7P12SjsOxoD_7BtiQ-5xU_WKz2H7wlxEMgwX6s/edit?usp=sharing

10/27/2019

Pollutents EP

Pollutants - Oct 2019 Draft

This is a rough-cut song from the works of my next album, estimated to release early 2021.

2021 future release

Unrelenting Accidental Shadows - demo

Unrelenting Accidental Shadows

Sometimes we have to shut off our minds and put our heads in the clouds.

Holiday Songs That Make You Think, "Hey, At Least Family Isn't THIS Bad."

I N The Clouds These Days

Experimental Visual/Sound Artist
I am not a musician, lyricist, nor instrumentalist. I am blissfully ignorant to musical theory. This started as an experiment but has become a necessity. So onward I go. Aware of my decent into oblivion as everyone swims safely to shore. 


Pre July 2016
I am not a musician, I am just a poet. I can't write music, stay on beat or even carry a note on or off instrument. I try to portray human emotion through sound. Do not think of these as songs, experience them as pieces of a moment. Moments of life. Imperfect as life is; my pieces reflect that with my lack of musical talent and use of instruments. I only use what is laying around on my desk at the moment, the few guitars in my home which I don't quite know how to play and the recordings I take when I'm outside; interacting and experiencing what this world is offering. From this I create what I deem: Astral Ambience. 

To me, this is my expression. My love for music has pushed me to not properly learning it. I love hearing raw and passionate artists that do what they love, not what they've learned. Experimenting is the only true form of growth. Poetry is free flowing, yet structured in it's own right. Each poem holds it's own flow; it's own nature; it's own life; it's own sound. This is what I am attempting to portray with these pieces. I wish to tell a story. I want to move you and provoke you to think for your own. I want you to break from the conformity they've instilled in you. Do not become a ghost of industry.

I am highly inspired by the works of Akira Yamaoka. Other inspirations are Felix Laband, Sibot, Grizzly Bear, The Album Leaf, Radiohead, Bjork, Tom Waits, Modest Mouse and all of your wonderful workings on SoundCloud. If you've followed me, I've gone and listened to just about everything you've put up. Perhaps you've inspired my latest ambient piece.

Roman Numeral Orange

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