Composed, recorded, edited, and mixed by:
Olivia Cole-Berry

Wald

Tutulma

Intro song I did for FAWM

Lyrics:

Wake in the morning and 
Shake off the night
Chase off the yawning and
Make it a sigh
Brace for the moment
The brightness of light
Basic atonement
Disciple of sight
Colors unfolding in covers I'm forming
And fall into place in a stasis dissolving
A present dependence, abandon the wait
A present intention to land in the space
Bass I evolve in a cadence of falling
Feet as I creep into paces involving
Steps to the dresser, I plan for the day
Steps to impress a demand to display a
Certain demeanor I feature in fabric
Clothes that enclose all I'm seeking to fashion
Cash in the feeling, a t-shirt and pants,
Passionate breathing, I keep up the dance in
A stance that I plant in the mirror I'm peering
Peeling the layers a prayer appearing
"Let my appearance be just enough"
Level the fearing and focus on trust
Trust in the process and toss out the toxic
Tempting preempting resentment I'm lost in
Hate in behavior I cannot dispel
Break off the anger and anchor the swell
Hold to the moment, the brightness of light
Chosen devotion, disciple of sight
Don't let the groaning result in your strife
Open the exit and enter your life 


First Light

Lyrics:

Packing their bags
With money and jewels
An innocent act
For tricking the youth
A chuckle and laugh
From hiding the truth
Sinister x4
Sinister savage
Choking the average
Better believe 
He’s better than you
Peddling greed
To poison the roots
Benefit x4
Benefit interests
Selling a screen
And streaming the imprints
Into machines
To mellow the instinct
Yelling at me
Medicine x4
Medicine popping
Pill-y and weed
Every option
Just a disease
A symptom of toxins
Entering dreams
Elevate x4
Elevate mental 
Fly on a cloud
See the horizon
That you’re allowed
Demon supplying
Dreaming to crowds
Selling it x4
Selling your info
Into a symbol
Coding a simple
Way to control
Color the inflow
Make it a goal
Sublimate x4
Sublimate culture
Of the occult
A ravenous vulture
Picking your bones
Speaking revolting
Ominous tones
Minister x4
Minister preaching
Nothing but doom
Humanity creeping
Into a tomb
Abandon your meaning
With the bloom
Enervate x4
Enervate magic
Make it a fool
An innocent act
For tricking the youth
A chuckle and laugh 
From hiding the truth
Sinister x4
Sinister actors
Travel in suits
Peddling praxis
Making recruits
And stabbing their backs
To harvest the fruit
Benedict x4
Benedict Arnold
Raising an army
Made up of zombies
Hungry for brain
Feast on the honest
Drive ‘em insane
Denigrate x4
Denigrate anyone
Questioning me
Enemies all of them
Hang ‘em from trees
I’m tired of all of the
Hate that we breed
Tragedy x4
Tragedy everywhere
Dripping in tears
Filling the atmosphere
Sickened with fear
Everyone trembling
Looking at peers
Maddening x4
Maddening ocean
Twisting the mind
A brewing psychosis
Robbing us blind
And making it hopeless
Even to climb
Torturous x4
Torturous sentiments
Make up the day
“You’re an irrelevant
Dot on the page
A minuscule element
In the decay”
Misery x4
Misery dragging us 
Into the dark
But if you imagine it
We can restart
Rising like Lazarus
Open your heart
Resurrect x4
Resurrect conscience
Filling with light
Enter the conflict
Without a fight
Become a constant
Pillar of sight
Reclamate x4

Sinister

Lyrics:

Piece of me is flying out
To outer space and out of bounds
Messages unmeant to send
A signal in the sound,
Waves that play and radiate
In phase and shape in place in
Places tracing out a hidden
Statement taken to the cloud.
Let it bubble, percolate and
Cause some trouble, faces facing
Towards the rubble letting hatred
Make a double impersonate
A person playing hurt and
Angry cursing out in pain
In painting picture of concern
To claim a figment of the crowd.
Crowd repays in affirmation
… Creates an active craving
Anyway you're acclimated
… Enacts an active training
Constant cause of celebration
… A centered ad of admiration
Enter brain and entertain
A state of tacit chasing
Data travel
Data travel
In and out a roundabout of
Patterned chatter chattering
In teeth that speak a beat
To speakers meeting in between
Data travel
Data travel
In and out, an inner now
A counterbalance counting ounce
A wait to weight the vapor bounce
And pay the base amount
Data travel
Data travel
In and out and all around a
Little minnow swimming swimming
Through a stream of fluid dream
Pursuing viewing screens
Select it all and hit delete
… Electric energy
Switches off without a beep
… Undoes the memo memory is
Tweaked to feature valleys where
The peak repeat repeated treating
One as none and none as one to 
Run the sweep to sweep it
Clean until it's all completed.
… Forget the deed, the demons
Sleep relieving me of being
… A fantasy. I see the 
Sequences of strings of people
Peter out in peace appeasing
All the shouting out aloud
In sour pouting grieving grievance.

Data Travel

Water flows, steadily
In a stream, readily
Til it slows, settling
In a lake, centering
Soaking up, energy
From the sun, animate
Heating up, elevate
Temperature, levitate
Floating in the sky and abide by the melody
Make an inner vibe and divide by the pedigree
Particles imply a colliding kaleidoscope
Benefit and binding alignment of enemies
Anything to bump up above in abundance
Anything to jump all the junk at the junction
Generate a punk that'll pump at the puncture
Penetrate the sum and become a spelunker
Syncopated pace that fills the space
Scatter data
Sentiments erased in states that stay 
Static at a
Situated change exchanging rate
Rattled at a
Visually faint but plain array
Fatter as the
Wind in the breeze enter spin,
Enter season
Cyclic simmering in the stew
That we season
Flavors of the vapors that palaver
As they steaming
Clouds billow out in a shroud
Of the teeming
Dust and the spores as they 
Clutch at the forms of the
Water covering the clutter
Stuck at the core, and they
Steer into clear atmospheric
Conditions
Mixing up the pillow fluff
Enough to make a mission
Shoot for the stars and depart
My depiction
Freeze into beads anesthesiatic
Glisten
-ing that brings a sting of
Splintering in singlet
Singing things that
Stop on top of
Thought that dots all the
'I's that shine inside
Swiftly
Floating in the sky and abide by the melody
Make an inner vibe and divide by the pedigree
Particles imply a colliding kaleidoscope
Benefit and binding alignment of enemies
Anything to blow down below a demotion
Everything to motor the moan of the motion
Motivate a molten tumult of emulsion
Anything to pull at the poles of propulsion
Density of seeds that seize the scene
Brittle little
Entities on teams of tethering
Fit and fiddle
Feathering of wings to fling the wind
Fit to riddle
Everything in sinking ink that springs
Spit and drizzle
Water drops, pattering
On the earth, splattering
Leaf and rock, lathering 
In a gloss, gathering
Into pools, into drains
As a charge, is attained
Ions pull, in a chain
All is dark, til the strain

From Drift To Drip

In collaboration with Rowan Kingsbury (Vocals & lyrics for the beach narc) and Alanis Hamblin (Production).

Had a lot of fun recording this with Rowan, unfortunately failed to save our first version of her vocals and our shared screams at the end but I think the end result is still pretty great. Look out for the Beach Narc!!

PS we forgot to bump up the master on the initial post, it should be much louder now

Lyrics:

{level}
At the beach were having fun
Splashing waves and doin drugs 
Intoxicated causing ruckus
Making noise like they can't touch us
Slapping ass, tossing trash
On the sand and in the grass
Bottles crashing spraying glass and
Dancing round the fire flashing
In the water cousin Finn
Fucking with a pod of dolphins
Underneath the undercurrent
Something stirring undercover
Power vroom, in the distance
Out of view of all the miscreants 
Sand is pluming, engine hissing
This man has a single mission 

{Rowan}
Hey you
If you don’t stop I’ll arrest you
No this is not a test you
Better stop what you’re doing
I’ll be back to check ya, you betcha

{Level}
Fuck that shit we call his bluff
Toss that gas and make it puff
Hotbox ain't got nothing on the
Smoke erupting like a thunder
Open orgie, ass and tits
Cousin Finn in full offense
Back he comes, no fire quenched
His veins are popping, skin is drenched

{Rowan}
I-I am obliged to tell you
I am carrying a lethal weapon
I’m not at all afraid to use it
Quit your fun, I’ve got a gun

{Level}
Laugh and yell “An idle threat.
You can't shoot us, make a bet. 
Either lead will crown and down us
Or your bed is six feet down bud.
We won't stop, a little bit.
We the top you little man.
Make your move you cannot break up
All this groove and pretty makeup.”
Back to dancing, smokin, fuckin
Acting like his gun is nothin
Hula hoopin cummin buckets
Cousin Finn is up to something
There he stands, fizzling
Skin aflame, sizzling
Gun in hand, he points it skyward
Pulling trigger gun is fired 

{Rowan}
I didn’t mean to shoot those seagulls
But that’ll be you if you don’t quit your
Very illegal actions
That’s a threat, for your infractions

{Level}
We all start by taking stock
Two gulls killed, a single shot
This man means a lotta business
But this ain't an isle prison
“We won't stop so give it up.
Take a lap or grab a cup. 
Only thing that kills the party
Is a shooting spree safari

{rowan}
ALL RIGHT! THAT’S IT!

Beach Narc (with Rowan Kingsbury)

Razor Scooter

I’m an evergreen
wear-out-your-welcome type
this self destructive shit
was cool for a second, right?

Or at least it served it function
heavy hands to carry the bludgeon.
that’s something.

The songs will continue
until morale improves
there is nothing constructive
left to do
I meander and falter and fall apart
trying to get to exactly where you are
that’s art. 

I hope you understand by now
we don’t use that word in this house
I swear to god I won’t raise a son
with a song in his heart. 
I’m so done. 

don’t say that part
you’ll embarrass yourself
caring for thinking
more than your health. Oh well.

Capital A, Hard T

This is a track written, recorded, mixed and mastered between 2-8 pm on 2/16/2020. It was written in the stars that this song would be made and it is a feat for man and beast to hear this song. Sam Duvet works with Twin StepSister.on this track.
lyrics
I wanna get a tattoo on my leg
That says "you're not as cool as you think"
I wanna see it during inappropriate time

When were making out
When you're tongue is in my throat
And I start Crying
And you ask me why
And I just say I don't know
It hit's me every time

Please don't cry
I'm just trying to be a better guy

I wanna do some new things everyday
I really don't want my world to change
But I think a little something new
Is better than being alone all the time

And I hope I fell better tomorrow
I'll be fine
I love you and I'm sorry

Please don't cry
I'm just trying to be a better guy

Please don't cry
I'm just trying to be a better guy
But i find I won't be fine
Alright

I'll be alright
credits
released February 16, 2020
Artwork by Tera Mason
Mixed and Mastered by Twin Stepsister
Guitar/Vocals: Sam Duvet
Synth: Twin Stepsister

Purple And Playful [Demo]

Vocals: Hana Aisling Nitkowski, Zoe Loveless, Ellie Greenway, Brandi Dupere
Engineered by: Olivia Cole-Berry
Mixed by: Olivia Cole-Berry
Poetry from "Vinegar Tom" by Caryl Churchill