Recorded in June 2021 using a Marshall MG 100 HDFX, a Mockinbird and a Les Paul copy.

when you just can´t forget about someone,,,

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/its-always-wrong-to-tell-them-how-you-feel

It´s Always Wrong to tell them how you feel

Young $moggy - Sleepy Joe

Dust Bunny - VelenoxTopi feat. Adro The Toxic Waste

All my dreams...
Are wrapped up in the wildest schemes.
A couple of ecstasy and a bottle of rum.
And, oh my days.
I'm never gonna leave this place.
Not even in lost disgrace.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
With many a prying spy.
The awkwardest of evil eyes.
But, the knives are out blunt.
Oh, I decry your sanity.
I missed out on all of the gravity.
I couldn't stand your rabbiting on.

All my dreams...
Contain the briefest glance at things.
The drabbest colours you could think of conjuring up.
And all the ways are blocked by blockers. 
People chase. 
The loudest knockers always win.
They won't let you in.

This town floats by...
The smack rats outside of the cafe cry,
and join the seaguls.
In the night, the noise carries on.
Oh, I despise your brevity.
Fake eye spy.
What was left for me?
A bitter lonely walk.
Towards your home.

All my dreams...
Will not amount to hills of beans.
The scales are tipping toward the mean.
Seems gravity won.
And, oh my days 
Can't even think of trying to place.
A donkey in a first-class race.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
The summer wards off evil eyes.
A vestibule, in which resides.
This place we belong.
Oh, I despise your currency.
Take away all of your love for me.
All that's left is...
This bottle of rum.

This bottle of rum.

All My Dreams

Sedative (prod. nxname)

Nasty Ahh

MELT

Stereophonic

Grieving

Praha

Is it a mystery to you
When the Fates collude?
When they step out of the shadows
And you're pursued?

Three sisters from on high
Light up your sky, you want to fly
But now you are the apple
Of their eye

Like waking from a dream
And floating down a stream
A moment without warning
Oh unforseen

Gone the anonymity
The sweet obscurity, you plead
But for now the Fates are calling
For now it feels like falling

It's a mystery and more
Three sisters at the door
Is that your destiny crawling
Across the floor?

And where are you now?
Under a cloud?
Is it a shroud?
Oh now, you are their apple
Yes now, you must grapple
With what is coming

Image from The Art Institute of Chicago

Three Sisters

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





All My Dreams

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