Cease fire now.m4a

Moon The

Added chorus to the vocal and it's sounding very MBV :o

Shallow Hypocricy Is Just A Commodity. Your Freedom Is An Illusion

A song about cult devotion. Check out the music video on youtube, which was filmed in the underground tunnel system in Victoria BC. Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Com6pYQG04&ab_channel=AmyCasper

Spinning Ballerinas

Just Enough

Little Piece of Heaven

Painting by Andrea Kowch.
https://www.facebook.com/andrea.kowch.artist/?fref=nf
Lyrics:
They, they do not know how the sun shines upon me.
They, they do not know how the shines upon me.
They'll make you, they'll break you, do the things no one should do.
You've got it, they've bought it, no one can take care of you.
They, they do not know how the sun shines upon me.
They, they do not know how the sun shines upon me.
They'll ride you, beside you, taking it all on their own.
They love you, above you, open the door to their home.
They, they do not know how the sun shines upon me.
They, they do not know how the sun shines upon me.
You're escaping through my arms, lest those demons still terrorize you.
You're escaping from yourself in a maze you've thrown yourself into.
You're escaping what you've got.  You trade money and pride for a hit.  You're escaping and I know what you want and I'm sure I'm not it.


They Do Not Know

Circa 1974, my mother, 16, in her Rotorua Girls High uniform, photo probably taken by my grandfather

For West. April 07th 2004 - April 07th 2017
Beloved

Lyrics: 

I set a fire in your heart
But you wouldn't tell me which part 
You just tried to be cool 
So I made a fool out of you 
Oh I made a fool out of you

I had some places in mind 
But you wouldn't try to be kind 
You just used me like a tool 
So I made a fool out of you 
I made a fool out of you 

But you're in my
Dark heart

So light it up 
Light it up

Morphine

Baby The Wind Blows

I would get moving but I don't know where to go
The box is getting smaller as it closes
I'm suffocating, I have less and less air
Oh Amy, Amy, it's not enough. I need you. I'm gonna die without you. You don't want to kill me, do you?
Getting too used to being mistaken for a drug
I try to tell you that the pressure is too much
But I'm afraid that I'm gonna be swallowed whole
But I'm afraid that I'm gonna be swallowd up.

Morphine

Sinatra Frank