Stone Cold. 2003 AD Psy-Ops.
Lyrics/Music Sean ADamz / BMI

Some times you;re stone cold,
Some days I want to touch you 
but you're stone cold.
You've got your eyes, 
glued to mine, but you're so quite 
and stone cold.

I wanted to make it 
with you
I tried to make it 
right

Some times you're so hot,
some days I want to touch you
but you're stone cold.
You've got your thighs
so, so nice 
but you're so stone cold.

I wanted a break through
and i know I tried / stone cold.
I think Ive tried
to understand your
mind/Stone Cold.

I tried to make it with you
I tried to make it 
right
but your so stone cold.
I tried to make it with you
but your so stone cold
I tried to make it
right
but your so 
stone cold.



Stone Cold

Im feelin nervous
I dont know what to do
I cant tell if Im me
Or if Im you
Im not excitable
I didnt even hear you
I couldnt even feel this
Im not sure
what I should do

A precious moment 
could last a life time
a painted photograph 
seems like a photograph
I wonder if Im painted too,
I could paint me
to look
just like you.

I cant quite stumble 
but Im walking yeah Im
moving
I 'm really moving
Sometimes I wonder
How am I moving?
When I move
you move too.

My arms are tired,
from all of this thinking
Myhands are saying
something completely
different
Im only two dimensions
Im living in visible 
Im indevisable
but Im here
right now.

A precious moment 
could last a life time
a painted photograph
seems like a photograph
I wonder if Im painted too
I could paint me to look 
just like you.

I cant quite stmble ,
but Im walking...
yeah im moving
Im really moving
sometimes I wonder
how am I moving?
when I move,
you move too.

 Im without
expression
its all out on the table
lost in phrases
all about these things
my hands
want to do.


Moving - Psy-Ops.

Psy-Ops. - Album: Robots Don't Feel. - 2004
Lyrics/Music Sean Adamz BMI 2003

Do you ever feel like a hurricane?

Mastodon

Sean Adamz -Le Mer II - This Object Does Not Exist. - Released 2002AD FuckingMachines Studios. 
This object does not exist is a collection of out takes and sound scapes which did not appear on Sean Adamz solo recordings " InsideOutForYou / Sunny Afternoon " a double EP released in tandem. "This Object ..." is primarily a collection from the " InsideOutForYou" recording sessions which ocured in Orange County California over the course of 6 months, while living in a house that had a baby grand piano. Adamz plays all instruments contained within both records, on all songs. ©Sean Adamz BMI 2001 and 2002.

Le Mer 2

Joses '55 appeared on 'This Object Does Not Exist' - Rare tracks and outtakes from "InsideOutForYou / Sunny Afternoon" an album consisting of 2 EP's released en tandem. This track was out take from 'Sunny Afternoon' side of the record and was recorded at FuckingMachines Studios in New Hope Pa using a 4 track tape recorder in one take.

Joses '55

Sean Adamz - Repeater - Album : She Doesn't 
All Lyrics/Music ©1998 Sean Adamz BMI
I repeat myself (repeater)
(ad infinitum)

Repeater

Big Machine appeared on the Psy-Ops. album 'Don't Fall Asleep with the Television On.' released in 2003AD. This is the acoustic demo created in 2001, Recorded on a 4 track tape player in 1 take. These recordings were then used to give to band members and parts were written and rehearsed.

This is a song about a car and life on the American highway. OR  alternately a song about accidentally meeting a tranny in Las Vegas. You decide. 

Big Machine - Demo Acoustic

The song Leaves and Coal appeared on the Sean Adamz solo EP 'InsideOutForYou'. This solo acoustic version was recorded after the record, as a demo. The song was never reworked and remains in its original version recorded in Southern California in 2001. Sean Adamz plays all instruments on the album version. This demo was recorded in a single take on a 4 track tape recorder.  

Leaves and Coal (Acoustic Demo)

Faded-©2001 Sean Adamz BMI / This Object Does Not Exist. 2005
Faded was a song that was written in 2001 and set to be recorded during the 'Robots Dont Feel' sessions, however the song was never re-worked into an electric Psy-Ops. song, and was never played live. This is the only recording of Faded it was done in a single take on a 4 track tape recorder at FuckingMachines Studios in New Hope Pa. in 2002.
Lyrics-
I don't know why 
I feel so faded
Feels like Ive been under the gun.
I don't know why
I'm so jaded
Feel like I'm so God damn faded.

Take my mind away from me
I'm not but blind
But I cant see.

I don't know why 
I feel so faded
Feels like Ive been under the gun.
I don't know why
I'm so jaded
I don't know why I feel so 
faded.

Take my mind away from me
I'm not but blind
But I cant see.

She's got me tied to the bedpost
She wont let me sleep at night
She's got me tied to the bedpost
She wont let me sleep at night
She got me tied
She tells me everything is gonna be alright
Shes got me tied to the bedpost
She wont let me sleep at night
she's got me tied
all tied up inside

Take my mind away from me
I'm not but blind
But I cant see.

Take a magic marker 
and X out my eyes
take a magic marker 
while I'm sleeping 
write fuck you on my forehead.
I wont sleep tonight.
Take a magic marker 
color in my eyes.
Take a magic marker
while Im passed out drunk
on the floor take a magic marker
on my forehead write WHORE
take a magic marker 
and write fuck you
on my forehead
take a magic marker and write
DEAD.






Faded-Demo

(Give Me) My Monkey / Mercedes Benz - ©Sean Adamz 2001AD BMI
This is two songs that intersect.
Extended Demo recording of Mercedes Benz from 2002. The song was never finished, recorded in 1 take and practically written on the spot from lyrics and rough music. This is the only recording of the song, although the song has been played live. I wrote alot about cars when I was in LA. 

Lyrics: 
I got a gun (in my) head
I am thinking of some words
to throw out at you
I can see it on your face
just expressions 
discord among disgrace
My exemptions 
are out of place (here)
This masquerade
This world that we have created
On this stage, Jailed in the cage
of affections to the human race.
The attention, the monkeys crave.
(I got a monkey, I got my monkey)
I got a monkey, I got my monkey
I got a monkey, I got my monkey
I got a monkey, I got my monkey

I am not bowing to the flag,
I am not considering myself tagged
with your numbers 
you pass on like candy
from a limousine.
( Mercedes Benz )
[ End Monkey begin Mercedes Benz)
I am not Every thing.
I am not Any thing
I am not Any one.
I am not any fun,
with my friends.
Out on the town 
In someones borrowed 
Mercedes Benz I
don't know what the hell I'm 
doing here right now
here in the back of this 
Mercedes Benz.
I don't know you at all,
You're just that guys friend.

One day I might drown
without a sound
with no one to save me 
as I'm swirling down
to the bottom of the sea,
Wish I could take every one with me,
I'd like it that way, but I guess everybody would.
Some people they just wouldn't say it.
I don't even know what the hell I'm doin here right now 
In the back of this Mercedes Benz
Driving through the streets of LA now
I am riding on the cloud
I am slowly shuffling 
down the street
to the place that 
we'll all meet
I remember now
Where we are.
We're not very far,
from where we were 
Back then
Yesterday
When we were all just 
clay
We were shaping 
Today.

I don't even know you
I'm not gonna act like I like you
I don't even know you
I'm not gonna pretend
I don't even know you
I'm not gonna say that I love you
I don't even know you
In the back of the Mercedes Benz
I'm sitting in the back of a Mercededs Benz
with you, and I don't even know who the hell you are
You're just the friend of the guy over there
with the curly hair, 
Over there in the front seat
over there giving directions.
to the place we'll all meet
I guess I'm walking down the streets
Of La to the place where we might be
there. I don't know where I am 
now.
I don't even know you
I'm sitting in the back of some guys Mercedes Benz,
We're NOT Friends.











Mercedes-Benz

Mama Chicken Lyrics/Music ©Sean Adamz 1996AD BMI 
Recorded on 4track tape at FuckingMachines Studio 2001
Released on 'This Object Does Not Exist' Out Takes and Bsides.

Mama sure like chicken 
That we know for sure
Every time that I come home
You always chewin' on a chiken bone.
Chewin on a chicken bone

Hey now mama ,
where you think you goin?
Hey now mama, 
Where you think you gon go?

Mama sure like chicken 
that we all know
Every time that I come home
You always talkin on the telephone
You talkin on the telephone

Hey now Mama 
Where you think you goin
Hey now mama
where you think you gon go?
Where you going with that
chicken bone

Hey now
Hey now Mama
Where you think you gon go?
Hey now mama where you goin
with that
chicken bone

Mama you sure like chicken
That we know for sure
Mama sure like chicken
more than anything at all
Hey now Mama
Where you think
You gon go?


Mama-Chikin

Velouria - 'Dont Fall Asleep With The Television On.' 2003 Demos
Released : 'This Object Does Not Exist.' 2005AD
Lyrics/Music ©Sean Adamz 2000AD BMI

I wont wait 
for you to 
wait for me
My earth my sun
my stormy sea
My only reason
that I want to be
here with you
is here with me

Velouria Jump into the fire
Jump into the sea
My only one
my unlit candle in the window of
my favorite place to be.

I wont wait 
for you to 
wait for me
My earth my sun
My Sky , my sea
I am over here
over there
over here
Where 
I don't know
where I'll go
I don't know
(I don't know)
O.

Velouria-Acoustic-Demo

The Trains in the Backyrad is track #5 on InsideOutForYou/Sunny Afternoon a double EP self released album by Sean Adamz. 2001AD All instruments/Lyrics/Music © Sean Adamz 2000AD BMI.
Lyrics
There on the wall is the shadow
I call myself and I listen
to whistling wind 
in the tree in the front yard
lonesome as stars in the night
with the cars driving by
in the blink of an eye.

I don't know why
I think I can fly
Out of my mind,
but I don't know why.

The voice in my head is screaming
at the voice in my head that is grieving
all of these tear stained eyes
looking to the sky's
to open wide.

I don't know 
I think I can fly 
I don't know why
I think I can fly 
Out of mind.

There on the wall is the shadow
I call myself and I listen
to whistling wind 
in the tree in the front yard
lonesome as stars in the night
with the cars driving by
in the blink of an eye
I don't know why.



The Trains In The Back Yard

Sunny Afternoon is the second title track to the 2001 AD release Sunny Afternoon/InsideOutForYou. All instruments, production, lyrics and music ©Sean Adamz 2000AD BMI
Lyrics
I was lazy on a Sunday morning
I was lazy in the afternoon
I was thinking that a new day is dawning
I forgot all about you. 
(all about you)

I remember on the week days
You would come and see me there
I remembered all the times
that we have shared.

I was lazy on a Sunday morning
I was lazy in the afternoon
I was thinking 
There's a new day dawning
I remembered 
All I knew about you

On the weak days
You would come and 
See me there
You would tell me that I'm
"bleeding all over the stereo"
I would look and 
see my shadow
over there
sitting in the chair
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't care.

( I was driving the car, 163 miles...
by the side of the road )

You say 
I only see you 
when I'm looking through you
You say 
I'd meet you there
I'll meet you there
most anywhere... 
But here, where we are
Now.

You say 
I only see you when I'm looking through you.
You say I only believe you when I want to.
You say I see only what I need.
You say I only see you
when I'm looking through you.

I was sitting on a Sunday morning
I was lazy on a Sunny Afternoon
I know that a new day is dawning,
It's dawning there for you.

I know 
I was cruel. I know.
I know I know I was cruel.
When I dream I dream of you
When I see a photograph
I break down I miss you
I don't know why
I only cry for 
you.

( Drive the car, Drive. Through the valley
Into the remote entangled strangers
you'll never find anything in there
I survived a trial by fire
and long to be next to you love
warm within your fire
inside the destruction of your burning
to be resurrected )

[The other morning....
the sun was rising...
I was waking..]









Sunny Afternoon

Aero-Plane.
Psy-Ops. / Robots Don't Feel.
Lyrics,Music © Sean Adamz 2002AD BMI
Lyrics
What is the meaning of this life?
Oh, I cant say, et al
some people are livin'
with their eyes shut
"So long lonely planet"
sometimes I reference that
I'm not sure I think 
I've heard this one before

I'm moving around 
just like static
keep movin' keep movin'
I'm not even attached to my own planet
I'm somewhere else now
We're moving quickly towards our landing
(we're somewhere around here)
I'll proudly step out to
the platform (keep movin')

Where are the ppl when they're gone
Oh I cant say, et al
some ppl are tryin' to call
this payphone
the robot thanks them
then hangs up.
Just say s long lonely planet
oh I couldn't agree more
what is the meaning of this
oh I cant say
at all.

I'm moving around 
just like static
keep movin' keep movin'
I'm not even attached to my own planet
I'm somewhere else now
We're moving quickly towards our landing
(we're somewhere around here)
I'll proudly step out to
the platform (keep movin')

How do we remember all of these numbers
Oh I cant say at all
Some ppl are actin just like computers
Graduating toasters
learn their chores
Where are the ppl when they're dead
Oh I can't say.
possibly boarding the airo-plane
in their head,
the robots thanks them
then hangs up.

I'm moving around 
just like static
keep movin' keep movin'
I'm not even attached to my own planet
I'm somewhere else now
We're moving quickly towards our landing
(we're somewhere around here)
I'll proudly step out to
the platform (keep movin')

What is the meaning of this life?
Oh, I cant say et al
some people are livin'
with their eyes shut,
So long lonely planet.



Airo-Plane

Track 1 Leaves and Coal / Sunny Afternoon / InsideOutForYou
Lyrics/Music ©Sean Adamz 2001AD BMI

I've been writing explanations for expectations
I've been replaced and I've been replacin'
I notice the raoches, in the high dollar groceries
Left out to breathe
like the potions
and oceans.

Turn me on to
Turn me up
Leaves and coal
for gasoline
keep it burning clean
like a love machine.

We've been riding bikes 
with broken chains
leaving our paintings
out in the rain
burning boats 
instead of bridges today

Turn me on to
Turn me up
Leaves and coal
for gasoline
keep it burning clean
like a love machine.

We cant bury the dog there
the dyslexia might set in very soon
The way that the metal tubes gleam
on the freeway really freaks me out man
I dont understand why
all of these wires 
cant lead in to one machine
Instead they all attach themselves
to you and me (me and you)

I've been remembering 
the things that you dream
(before you even told me)
I've been buying
all of your old dreams
(before you even sold em to me)
I've been remembering
the things that you dream
(before you even told me)
I've been buying all of your old dreams
before you even 
sold em to me.


Leaves and Coal (Album Version)

Belladonna - Track 4 - Unholy Apparatus - Curses
Lyrics ©Sean Adamz Music ©A. Bovone / Curses 2005
This is only the beginning
I need a minute to drink myself to sleep
It all comes to timing
It all comes down to timing

Too many 
Too many minutes to drink away
Too many hours to think away
Too many lights that fade away
Am I driving with the brakes on?

Give me , More.
Gimme Gimme Gimme, 
More.

All of these whores
leading on to... nothing
She said "Im only a whore for you, baby.."
I say " I leased my soul to the devil."
Too many nights to drink away.
Too many lights that fade away

Give me , more.
Gimme , Gimme , Gimme, 
Gimme , Gimme , Gimme, 
Gimme , Gimme , Gimme, 
Gimme , Gimme , Gimme, 
I need more, Give me..
More 
I need, give me,
I need give me, I need more
I need more
I need more
I need more
I need more
give me 
I need more
I need more
I need
I need more
Gimme gimme 
give me.
more.






Belladonna

Psy-Ops. - Album: Robots Don't Feel - 2004
Lyrics/Music Sean Adamz BMI 1999

They're putting some secrets in our minds,
invisible ringing of the telephones,
some people can never return at all.
"I'm taking down names, for the list I write"
We want real answers to the ring in our ears.
The pressure is building,
buildings and buildings
they climb their way to the atmosphere.

Sometimes I wear nothing at all.

And this computer is computing
and this pen is my computer
informing this age of disinformation
disinforming this age of information
bianary binding - exo skeletal
this television eye this television terminal
this message in our minds
keeps us lazy to the lies.

Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin
Im not wearing anything under these clothes.

Some people wear their minds on their nametag
"Hello my name is"
Sometimes I dont wear my name at all,
I just dont look back.

Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.
Sometimes I wear nothin at all.




N.S.A. (No Such Agency)

Psy-Ops. | BMI | ©2001 
Lyrics/Music Sean Adamz

Solidify some idea
corogate with little pig needs
please  , please
please please me.

Take it to the post man
put the money in the mailbox
put the dirt in the basket
dont got time
for no little fish.

Im goin away
Im turnin invisible
I cant see myself at all
Im goin away
theres a space between light and dark
its transparent
I think Im there to stay.
Im goin away.

I wanna see ya 
when your naked
put the money 
in the basket
dirty/clean is the medicine
I dont clique with the
govern mental
mental bloom in a serial number
adress unknown
return to whom sent
we got holograms 
jumpin real hoops.

Im goin away
Im turning invisible 
I can't see myself at all
Im goin away
theres a sace between 
light/dark
its volcanic
I think Im there to stay.
Away.

Put the honey in the hive
I'll lick the honey from your mind
put the dirt in the basket
take it down to the office
its as solid as an idea
I was 
clippin wings from a fruit fly 
Ill take it down to the mailbox
and send it out to the government.

Im going away
theres a space between 
light/dark
Im goin away

solidify some idea.
we got holograms 
we got holograms 
we got holograms

Im goin away.



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I make music for long time. Here are some demos and album cuts, some you can have for free..some are linked to a place to buy the digital download of the full records. Thanks for listening. If there's anything specific you'd like to hear just message me.
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Sean Adamz

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