And I once was a ghost
I'd watch but never get close

And wonder why you'd never feel my weight

Like the light from the other room and the clouds I see shapes in. 
What do they mean if they're not for me.
When the ash tray's all snuffed out to fumes. 

So tell me, why do you fear my weight?

Is envy just the fear of losing love?

So tell me, why do you fear my weight?

Are you scared of goodbyes and the lonely arms they provide?

And the light from the other room, 
will push me past the edge.
Not part to the fall, I'm just slow to catch the ledge

Weight of the Ghost

You're feeling like a little bit of nicotine,
Drifts like a ghost between you and me.
Isn't it ironic how it helps us breathe?
Or cope being on the bleachers of society. 

And they say the grass is greener, over the hill. But I don't believe that tale. 

Now we're watching all the cars go by,
cavalcade of egos noosed by their ties
The crowds swamp them as they chugg by.
They'll burn their efergy if they switch sides. 

And they say the grass is greener, over the hill. But I don't believe that tale 

So ask me again: to forget my name.
So ask me again. Are my fingerprints the same?
But even when our homes are gone, at least we'll know the facts.
That trying to replace the old is bound to leave some cracks.

All the crowd, they cried out.
Falling back around.
Holidays they crossed out. 

And so you did it all wrong
You're blaming all your scars
On the ones who stitched them up
How could you screw that up? 

And they say the grass is greener, over the hill. Now I believe that's real. 

And they say the grass is greener, over the hill. Now I believe that's real. 

Hey there, don't you worry about it.
Hold back, it will leave less damage. 
Life's a
Broken, slow motion foreign language.

All the Crowd  - live

Lock up all the doors
Barricade the lines
Hide around the corner till they blow away 

Forget all of the rules
Pain's no longer cruel
Forging all of the bank notes just to win 

And when it comes, you'll be ready, you'll be ready for it. The storm. 

I hear them knocking, uneven beating.
De capo allegro, a broken echo 

like a ballerina with a broken shin
But even the rain can soak into thick skin 

But when it comes, you're ready for it, you're ready for it, the storm. 

And when it comes, you're ready, you're ready for it. The storm. 

Because at the end of the day it's all about watching for yourself, taking what you can until it goes south. 

At the end of the day it's all about fighting for yourself, syphoning the time, committing the crimes running this town 

Flashing lights. Red, blue and wide
No one's turned up so I guess it's alright 

It's a dance with the mind
'Cos temper turns on a dime
hurricane crescendo, I think it's the end so 

Wish I could start again 

No I'm not ready, I'm not ready for it, It's not the storm, it's the lightning that strikes.

Storms  - live

There's 10 coming over. But it feels like they've always been.
I see them wade over, all these concerned teens.

Set the table for 10
Checkered placements again.
Scuffed plates have lost their shine.
From all the years that we dined.
But you don't have stories without time. 

Set the table, I'll set the scene. Just turn off the shouting screens. And tell me all about the things that you've seen.
Am, f, c
Like the strong winds
The cold coves 
The boring exhibitions.
The high tides
The tight winds
Of mountain in Richmond.

The lonely places filled with stars 
Am, f, c
And the lovely things that break your heart


Set the table for 5
A couple kids have left your side
Fighting the food with our knives
Pushing greens far to the side.
Now it's money that we crave. A different green gets us through the day clawing for our monthly pay.


Set the table, I'll set the scene. Just turn off the shouting screens. And tell me all about the people that you've seen.
Like the strong ones
The old sons
The ones you wish you'd married
The no hopes
The ones that smoke
But earn a higher salary 
The people that can make it seem, 
Am,f,c
you don't know nothing, you're only 19

If people come and people go. I hope I'll live long enough to know that life's no recipe it's just a constant story of
swerving past commitments, hard convos in kitchens, half baked superstitious. But these rivers will always lead you to the sea.

So set the table for 1
Walls draped orange from the sun
Can barely hold the fork to eat.
A heartless grim has grinned it's teeth
So when the light begins to skew, when it rearranges your view. There's a constant space here. It's omnipotent and clear. 

Pack the table, I'll find the keys.  The pictures set the scene of all the lives that you leave
The old days
The unique ways
You'd look upon your failures 
The frozen frames of golden days in
1950s fixtures.

Life is a meal, it's not made to last.
So never eat a good thing fast,
Because all old things seemed better in the past. 

Time Tables  - live

Little windows with the fireflies within,
can all but describe the colour of the wind.
Medusa pulls me, my shiny ship smashing to the rocks.

No she's not on the team.
The weather man agrees
...with me.

You've freed me, but you're no good for me, numb comfortably, we are like ash and snow, we float the same but ones born from pain.

Well it's this fact I know, the heat vs the snow. She'll only wish for winter when the streams begin to flow.

They're on the other team. 
They'll fight us with their cleats...
untill our statues bleed.

You've freed me, but you're no good for me, numb comfortably, we are like ash and snow, we float the same but you'll melt away.

Ash & Snow - live

Well I heard what you said,
it's all in my head but that doesn't make it less stranger.
She said, scraping folds off the bed 
"I'm getting impatient." 

Cardigans. Ornaments. Strewn around like you pay the rent.
Fold out bed.
 zines unread.
Fortified for your comfort 

Are we just all
Sea shells
Fighting the swell? 

are we still all
Reaching
Our potential? 

Or is hope contraband? 
When the world gones mad? 

Well time starts to lag when you're alone, a bore of a soap called procrastination
Don't trust the snake with a golden watch, I'm pretty sure it'll slip off. 

Well I heard what you said, I don't think it's right but truth doesn't pay for your bills, yeah. Half baked ideas fueled by coffee and beers, 'till the arguments feel familiar. 

But are we just all 
seeking 
some approval? 

are we still all
Reaching
Our potential? 

Or is hope contraband? 
When the world goes mad? 

Is hope contraband? 
When the world goes mad?

Potential  - live

Imperfections

SAME MISTAKE

This is my very first DEMO,
this song inspired by my first love in Brooklyn. Our love was mixed by  hints of blue, yellow, pink and green. And that's probably Brooklyn Sky.
I'd like to dedicate this song to him.
It's gonna be a NEWSTART of my life of art :) eheheheheh gang gang
All Thanks to my friend Duckhyun!

Composed by Blackeyesfromnature
Lyrics  by Blackeyesfromnature
Arranged by Duckhyun
Mixed by Duckhyun

I feel it for ya
I feel it for ya
I feel it for ya
Everynight I sing sadness for us

I’ve been thinking I’ve tripping and sinking sometime
Love is hurt but I wanna do if it’s you
I care about you, you still with me right

Can’t make it right feel like everything going so wrong
Can’t help watching u getting faded I’m still breathing on you 
Still with me if you are breathe on  me, 
tell me you wait on me I tell you wait on you

This song the reason I live for this is all I’ve got 
can breathe, can’t breathe still all i’ve got
I love you more than forever
My love my love
Humming is like love, We don’t have to say

I feel it for ya
I feel it for ya
I feel it for ya
Everynight I sing sadness for us

Brooklyn Sky

Wither On The Vine - Sean Frayne

Melbourne-based singer songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and producer. Debut album out now 👇👇👇