Collected Recordings (1994-1999)

Strictly Ballroom - I Love...

backsteps - pictures of june

I flew to florida

1000009470 - demowt$

Bass-Elijah Figgers
Drums-Aden Walker
Guitars-Liam Rita and Jude Rita
Keyboard-Matthew Bartley
Vocals-Liam Rita, Jude Rita, Aden walker, and Matthew Bartley


Recorded Mixed and Mastered by Jonas Vece
(@secondbornsound on IG)

Sick Like a Dog

oh i might hate you now seven

I dunno the lyrics don’t ask me

Say it never ever mattered 
Just breathe in out loud 
Say it never even mattered 
Just breathe in out loud 

I got you cigarettes 
and something for your head
I hope everything that happens is enough
To gun press it too hard
Crash into a tree

Come back to me 
Say it once 
Said it twice 
I got you in my mind 
“I tried” “you never gave me a chance”
I tried to find me 
I gave you more of me

Come back to me 
Love I am just so afraid 
Wait for you to come back 
Come back 
What can you do? 
Heart to the door

head trauma car crash demo

motel 6 room 217 or something like that demo

Stumik Bug-We Wanna Be Like I Hate Myself So Here's a Long Name for a Stupid Song

Into the Eye of the Storm

[LYRICS]

surprise!
i'm still alive?
and designated: 
"a problem."
[ IF YOU DON'T REPLY- I'M JUMPING. TONIGHT. ]
i guess-
the time i've spent?
all seven years were just rotten...
[ LEAVE ME ON READ TO FIND ME DEAD. ]

i seek sleep...
[ I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS. I DON'T MAKE PLANS. ]
to numb my pain
[ AND HONESTLY? ANY DAY COULD BE MY LAST. ]
when i don't eat...
 
i just bleed...
[ SMOKING TOO MUCH. NICOTINE AGAIN FOR LUNCH. ]
and still-
[ WHY CAN'T LOVE TASTE LIKE A LUCKY STRIKE? ]
i scream in every dream...

tonight-
these words hit just right...
like every lyric was:
"locked-in."
[ I SAID I WAS FINE-BUT, MAYBE... I LIED? ]
duress-
can't bless this mess...
my talent's being forgotten.
[ HEY,  DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS ON SUICIDE? ]

no one has ever seen an authentic version of me
truth is:
i'm disconnected...
your world is just some hell i've slept in for years...



i hate it here...



WE ARE THE VISIONS OF YOUR LUCID DREAMS 
FRAYED DISTORTED EDGES 
DEATH 
REBARBATIVE THINGS
[ so long... ]
ANOTHER YEAR
[ darling... ]
PLEASE-
LET THE END BE NEAR

WE ARE THE FOOTNOTES ON YOUR SUICIDE NOTE 
SCRATCHED IN DESPERATE AFTERTHOUGHT 
SUCCINCT AND REMOTE
[ melancholy... ]
I ONLY HOPE
I ONLY COPE

what am i still doing here?

[ I LIKE THE TASTE OF MY NOSE BLEED 
IT'S SANGUINE IRONY ]

why do i still linger here?

[ HERE'S DEMO II
ALL I'LL LEAVE FOR YOU-
OF MY SUICIDE DIARY ]

the light inside is broken
but i still work...

AUGAUXIA

head trauma car crash demo

seahorsechoke