Cerebral Cataclysmic

Lyrics:

There are trophies for the athletes
Handsome offspring for good old ma and pa
All the cringing children scared of some native-American boogeyman
And a writer's getting kicks from his own song
With an old friend
While naked nymphomaniacs dance behind curtains made of silk
Silver light casts silhouettes off their backs
It gets my blood pumping so I'm gonna have a heart attack
And once I start there's no looking back
Death confronts some junkie, he's in cardiac arrest
A yahoo's watching flunkies from the back porch
An old hippie's bachelor pad
The boys and girls at home say they're feeling sad
But it's not so bad
I can count my so-called blessings and easily see that
And feel the air like blankets of foam
I'm on a new path now and it'll never get old
I'll surely not be evil, my stories yet to be told...

Silver Light

Lyrics:
I'm mixed up on my medications
Shorthanded by my expectations
No drive to sleep, no means to bathe
Nor pay my way home, but I'd rather stay anyway

Neurotoxic rhymes with nootropics
Smart drugs aren't so smart anymore
If anything I decide is just a side of a penny
I don't want to live anymore
Live life, take life, I've had an easy life
I don't know how to have fun anymore
So I'm spilling ink on trees backed by cotton
I don't want to live anymore

I'm mixed up on my medications
Blindsided by my expectations
No chance for sleep or being sane
I'd rather be at home, but I have to stay far away

Neurotoxic rhymes with nootropics
Smart drugs aren't so smart anymore
If anything I decide is just a side of a penny
I don't want to live anymore
Live life, take life, I've had an easy life
I don't know how to have fun anymore
So I'm dragging lead on trees backed by nothing
I don't want to live anymore

Neurotoxic Rhymes with Nootropics

lyrics:
I saw a pale matted-hair homeless man sitting on the beach
Soaked in sweat from head to feet
I said "The antidote"
He said his legs were broke
No letters for their envelopes 
Take me to the hospital!

I saw a pale Vietnam veteran sitting on the beach
Soaked in blood from head to feet
I said "This ship's a go"
He said "The answer's 'no'"
No compensation for their woes
Take me to the hospital!


Take me to the Hospital

lyrics:
Killing idle time with parasuicide
"Parasuicide" It is not quite as violent
I'd like to go outside and be wild but I'm flightless
Caught in a circle of static cognitive
Spastic dissonance
I was laughing when

I thought I found my way
But this new one's a keeper
The high is just a whole lot steeper

Don't want to miss my sideways twisted misadventures
But I won't miss my unfermented temper
So if I work on building my potential
Will it solve the puzzle in the back of my skull?
For now I'm bleeding

Thoughts as ink onto this page
Counting all the innumerable ways
That I could live my life
Hard work lets mind take flight
Yeah, I could change a life
And create something bright
But even that's a subjective speculation
Based on my mindset and my observations
I can cower in fear over what is or isn't near
I could be evil and like it
Shit, sometimes I'd rather try it
But I have learned helplessness
So I will give peace a chance

Killing Idle Time (With Parasuicide)

lyrics: 
The blues, the groovy
The cool, the fun
As my memory comes and goes
I remember one word from before
Mind you, that's a new one I've learned
A reminisce reminds me that I mustn't forget the plot
But there's no compound words in a dictionary
To think that something that I wrote could not escape the page is scary

I want to live and laugh and learn and love and have an apple after hours
Brooding can make an artist tired
Dark days don't await me, no need to sleep it away
It'll pass, and without gas it still has momentum
Moving fast, second grade class
Velocities all mine at last
Like blades of grass
They grow so slowly all the time

But no one's watching
Even when they're watching
Flowers blossom after dark
At a certain point he asked:
"How pretentious"
"Oh, this art?"
That laughable fart
I almost gave up trying

I want to live and laugh and learn and love and have an apple after hours
Brooding can make an artist tired
Dark days don't await me, no need to sleep it away
It'll pass, and without gas it still has momentum
Moving fast, second grade class
Velocities all mine at last
Like blades of grass
They grow so slowly all the time
But no one's watching

Title

Memo

I am simply an audiophile with a taste for all kinds of stuff. I've written a lot of stuff already that I am just now bringing to life, working on some new sounds too. 

Instruments used to create music: guitar, bass, effects pedals, vocals, audacity sampling and effects, electric organ

Stylistic inspirations: experimental music, experimental rock, neo-psychedelia, noise, noise rock, no wave, punk, post-punk, gotchic rock, new wave, shoegaze, dream-pop, noise pop, freak-folk, psych folk, ambient, dark ambient, harsh-noise, post-hardcore

Memo

Sonus Artifex