flec•tion [flek-shuh n]
-noun

1. the act of bending.
2. the state of being bent.

origin: < Latin flexiōn - (stem of flexiō) a bending, turning, change.

flection

i couldn't see the light
& every time they opened
the wind burned my eyes
secluded 
in snowblind

Blizzard

caution lights fill the sky
but i don't mind
i feel the storm
in your eyes
push me back inside

when all that glitters 
turns to stone
where will this go?
'cos it could be cold
or it could be
the warmest we've ever known

i am not alarmed
when i hear sirens
i am far
from harm
but i feel the storm
and it's getting dark
and even darker in your arms

as silver fades to grey
where will we go?
'cos it could be sweet
or it could be 
the worst thing we've ever known

Sirens (demo)

A soft rendition of the Deftones' song 'Be Quiet & Drive'. Recorded circa 2009/2010 just for fun during one practice night. 

Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)

the most beautiful things come from such dark places

Carousel

lyrics below the history...

westin of @desillusion, & guitarist of thrill kill cult & i wrote this song together circa 2009/early 2010. he gave me a disk with five or so songs on it that he had written for possible collaborations. this one immediately stood out to me. serendipitously, i had been working on a spindle song in the same key but i was having a difficult time with cadence & song structure. it just took a few play through's of wes' track to know that everything would fit perfectly. so, i recorded these scratch vocals to give him. i had so much fun interweaving discordant & melodic choir style background vocals & ghetto tracking them in my old home studio. unfortunately we never got to work on it further. westin wrote & programmed the music & Spindle contributed the lyrics & vocals. this is our first time sharing it, hope you enjoy <3

[destruct]
...
on  the run
always on the hunt
looking for love
in the darkest corners
time is up
and we come back
empty handed
and didn't expect it
so it's down the rabbit's hole again
addiction leads the way
for the next chase

between the tears in the seams
beneath these paper dreams
i find peace
in the blood, in the pain
in the pleasure and the shame
i find a place
in these tangible forms of escape

i know.
i know
that what i hold is just an illusion of permanence
but what do you do
if you just can't accept
how long can i pretend
before i run again

well, what do you do?
when the love grows colder
when...
when the rush is over?
with the guilt of wasted years
my only thought is to escape
but i keep running
to just feel something

[destruct]

closure comes at it's own pace
until then i'll feel  a little lost
this kind of thing can't be forced
until it's right, i'll let it be gone

your face shows signs of your mistakes
a broken heart
is not easily repaired
and all this time can never be replaced
i am reminded everyday

i'm reminded everyday

demons stray while the ghosts remain
the closet is full of monsters
the blood is sour
i know you wake to this everyday

as your head hits the pillow when late night comes
i know you're haunted with visions
of your wrongs
well, i can't help but to forgive you
for what you have
and haven't ever done

I'm reminded everyday
demons stray 
while the ghosts remain
under the bed they cower
the blood runs sour
i know you wake to this
everyday

as your head hits the pillow when late night comes
i know you're haunted 
with visions
of your wrongs
well, i can't help but to forgive you
for what you have
and haven't ever done

Pillow Talk (band practice demo)

currently:
-the song is being remixed for our new ep
-the music video is still in editing

I'm Just Wild About Harry-demo

white pills
and daffodils
well,
it must be springtime
i've traded in all
my youthful pastimes
for big boy white
legal smite
it's opiate-like
send in the clowns, now
we could all come down

since the accident
i haven't been the same
it's funny
how an act of god
can really give the devil a day
good or bad
does anyone just know a right way?

drained by day
i can't escape
choices i've made
time moves like sand
now i understand
why i left the sea
i always want more
but it's never enough for me

since the moment
i came to
(17)
i've been locked 
in a prison of patterns
and telephone icecream
can anyone out there
get me out of this bad dream?

Chances of Rain

there's a slight breeze
swaying my trapeze
and like a porcelain clown
holding invisible string

i swing low
steady, as i'm free
hastening below
where nothing can harm me

but there's a hitch in the string
of my flying trapeze
and like a blue little clown
in a happy make believe

i ascend
spinning as i go
all to make my descent
where nothing can follow


Written by Spindle. Guitars written and performed by Tory Fiterre, courtesy of cartoon monster. Mixed by Bill Simpkins at Alpenglow Studios. © Spindle Records 2013.

Pirouette - with cartoon monster

a cute & simple rendition of this oldie. 

guitar : @billsimpkins

Snowball

we all start
from a seed
then 
piece by piece
we are shaped
by the hands
of dreams

it's not easy to believe
in the places
that exist outside of me
but I have to wonder
where I wander
when 
I
fall
when I fall asleep

whenever I step
outside
of me
I find myself
on Fiddler's Green
I'm never alone
when I fall
when 
I
fall
asleep

Sand and Stories

constantly tripping over lines ∴ subsequently flirting with boundaries ∴ inadvertently blurring stereotypes between genres ∴ spindle

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