All I Want For Christmas (Teaser)

I attempt to capture the gritty but laid-back goodness of the queen of indie, Lana del Rey, herself: a walk through New York or London while slightly tipsy – a haze of whisky breath, the grunt of late-night engines buzzing past, a hiding breeze.

Brooklyn Baby (Cover)

Shallow

I wrote this after having watched Mockingjay: Part 1. Consider this as an unofficial, unauthorised spin-off of the Lorde-curated soundtrack (in demo form, of course).

Lyrics:

VERSE 1
Do you hear the horns a-blowing?
Oh the warships
are a-rowing
And the warriors are a-coming
And the darkness, it is falling

PRE-CHORUS
And I'll stand at the threshold
while you wait for the battle
until you see the sign and signal
We know the dust will never settle

CHORUS
When the streams turn to dust
Oh Father preserve us
When the sky burns starless
Oh Father preserve us
When the rain falls as ashes
Oh Father preserve us
When the ground won't bear us
Oh Father, preserve

VERSE 2
Won't you hide with me in the silence of the houses
Let the flames fall down and we'll be shielded by the darkness
Hear it ring in our ears dying down the years
when we lie old and cold wondering what we could have done?

PRE-CHORUS
And I'll stand at the threshold
while you wait for the battle
until you see the sign and signal
We know the dust will never settle

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Who needs a grave of stone
when they'll sing of us forever?
I’ll bury my beating heart
so they’ll sing of us forever …

PRE-CHORUS #2
Let's go beyond the threshold
No we can't run from the battle
Now we've seen the sign and signal
Do you hear the horns a-blowing?

CHORUS
When the streams turn to dust
Oh Father preserve us
When the sky burns starless
Oh Father preserve us
When the rain falls as ashes
Oh Father preserve us
When the ground won't bear us
Oh Father, preserve

OUTRO
There's a battle that's a-coming,
Oh lover, awake (x4)


Battle

We've found ourselves in a Catch-22
We opened up a hole and are trying not to fall through
I hope we don't destroy reality
but the world around us is already falling apart

Let's keep it simple, let's keep it straight
You and I want things and they're not the same 
But we're still talking to each other so my best guess
is that for some reason there's still hope for us just yet

It's either I give in and I lose my head
Or you give you and you forgo my bed
I guess I'll learn to be alone instead
of finding myself somewhere which I know I will regret

But sometimes you just have to listen to the wrong voice
when there's no such thing as the best or the worst choice
I'm not in a place where I can get joy
But better I try than I get lost in this noise

You're all that I hear, you're all that I see
My heart is sinking and I'm in too deep
I've memorised your face and the outlines of your skin
My room is too quiet and my bed too neat

catch twenty two

Was really bored one evening and did not know what to do to be productive and therefore decided to write a spoken-word piece and record it just for shits and giggles.

Enjoy. It's about a moment when my heart was broken. Cheerful stuff.

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There's Something About The Way A Heart Breaks

There’s something about the way a heart breaks
that hushes even the universe.
The planets pause in their orbit
and not even the stars seem to blink.
It’s in that moment that the breath stops.
That the wind and the rain and the sunlight
all hang still in mid-air
neither whole, neither breaking, just
still

I’ve never felt time so deeply in my bones.

Then, when the penny drops,
like a tonne of stone thumping into the dark river
I felt the breath in my lungs begin to stir
but something's wrong.
It doesn’t flow.
Instead, it hurtles, it swirls
it curses and clings and curls uselessly around the deadweight
that plunges ever so defiantly through the surging current
determined as ever to find home in the river-bed
before the escaping tide has a chance to pull it up and take it out
all the way to the boundless promise
of that placid, horizonless 
sea

Deadweight

A cover of Bob Dylan's 'Make You Feel My Love', after Adele. Doing nothing special this New Year's Eve so I thought I'd prepare a little gift to share my love with everyone.

Make You Feel My Love (Bob Dylan/Adele Cover)

Just a cover of Rachel Yamagata's Duet. Unfortunately, I'm singing this duet with myself.

Duet (Rachel Yamagata)

At kindergarten, I once played the blind man who was healed by Jesus after he was told by Him to wash his eyes with mud at the pool of Siloam.

Till this day, I have never stopped being healed from blindness. Music is my mud.

SILOAM

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