I’m haunting television glass, it’s black and then it glows 
My sky is plaster cracked and cigarette sunned 
I trust the thermostats to tell me when it’s close 
My song goes “Shuck Shuck-klack” , I sing it by the window 

The echo rings without a source 
As if it’s been like this all along 
But it means I'm not alone, its not a vacuum after all. 

It was a beast that was hungry for more 
I had to make like I wasn’t home 
But he was beating Moby Dick on my door 
I had to let him in to shut him up 

I reflect in dust and ash, this visage in the smoke 
Refracted light shines back from out of black holes 
It’s staring at me, this ghost without a corpse 
What else gnashes outside this window? 

The doorbell rings out of control, 
My Bolivian heart just sings along. 

It was a beast that was hungry for more 
I had to make like I wasn’t home 
But he was beating Moby Dick on my door 
I had to let him in to shut him up 

The echo brings a stuttered pulse 
fucked up fills, the rhythm horrible 
but it means I'm not alone 

It was a beast that was hungry for more 
I had to make like I wasn’t home 
But he was beating Moby Dick on my door 
I had to let him in to shut him up 

It was a beast that was hungry for more 
I had to make like I wasn’t home 
But he was beating Moby Dick on my door 
I used to love that fucking song.

credits
released 19 September 2013 
Recording/Mixing Engineer - Jon Zanetti

Bonzo

Here's our two song demo. To show that we don't restrict ourselves to one particular sound, we have included a faster, heavier tune as well as a less intense, yet still up-beat type song. Feel free to let us know what you think. We're always excited to hear from our fans! 

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