Just a phase

8000 Miles first album’s lead-off cut, Together We Learn, is a bright example of our willingness to work together early in our partnership to blend our individual styles. 

The journey begins with a complex vibe that opens up many possibilities. 

This song is from the album Aggregate which can be found in its entirety on Bandcamp, as well as other major online retailers. Go to https://8000miles.bandcamp.com to check it out and follow 8000 Miles on Bandcamp to get first notices of new releases.

Video: youtube.com/watch?v=3G8_tS2A8IU

\m/ Love Music and Stay Safe <3

Credits:
Rebecca Williams - bass, percussion, synths, production. 
Andrea Pierantoni - guitars, production. 
Mixing and mastering by Andrea. 
Cover art by Rebecca.
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Aggregate

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Together We Learn

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POST PUNK TYPE X GOTHIC ROCK TYPE X DARKWAVE TYPE X NEW WAVE TYPE X ALTERNATIVE ROCK TYPE X SYNTHWAVE TYPE X RETROWAVE TYPE BEAT 

DREAM ON (darkwave x goth Rock type Beat INSTRUMENTAL)

My first track where I use the f-word😂 It's a demo I singe handedly wrote, recorded, produced and mixed. It's about when you feel like there is no one in this world to match your weirdness and then you meet someone who makes you forget about your bull***t and enjoy life.


PS I made that artwork myself, pretty proud of how it looks. 🤘😝

punk rock love type song [demo]

I like the way
that you tell me
you love me, my dear wife.

You say, 
“Didn’t your mom teach you
how to hold a fork and knife?
You’re making me nervous!”

Love the way that you 
let me go out with my friends 
on Friday night.

You say, 
“When will you be back
because I need you to 
bring that carpet inside.
It’s gonna get ruined if it rains!”

You took me in as your project
much like a lump of inexpensive clay.
When it’s not going well
we’ve learned to fudge it.
And now we’ve mastered
better than okay.

We know now to romance on a budget.
There’s too many 
more important bills we gotta pay.

Jog straight into the firestorm
while others dodge it
and this we do because
we love our way.

I love the way 
you convey your dismay
at my tone, love.

You say, 
“What if I was In a car crash?
You wouldn’t even know
cause you don’t pick up
your phone, love!"

I've eaten the crows
that hide in the throes
of veritable marital bliss.

They’ll think I make fun
but I just make light
cause no-one should carry all this.

When you walk a mile
in those shoes
I think you will find
every turn is old news.

But all will be for naught
if you don’t learn 
to love in your way.

You took me in as your project
like a lump of inexpensive clay.
When it’s not going well
we’ve learned to fudge it.
And now we’ve mastered
a lot better than okay.
(50 shades better than okay!)

We know now
to romance on a budget.
There’s too many more important
bills we gotta pay.
(All these bills, we gotta pay!)

Jog straight into the firestorm
while others dodge it
and this we do cause
now we love our way.

This we do cause
now we love our way.

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Love (Our Way)

Somethin' bout you demo

Written & Performed by Ben George

Somethin' bout you

Fester

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

one of my very first songs I made, I restructured and added more effects as well as redone the lyrics and vocals, bit soft until that chorus hits where the metal vocals drop. A rock/metal album is in the works but is considerably harder to do as I use plugins and not real instruments! Hope you all enjoy!

Break Away

Composed for week 8 of Z-i-v Summer Contest 2021: Onomatopoeia

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/59ANoGSjLEGQwpp4ZAQ9th?si=1e5b3b4d1e6d40b4
Listen on Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/random-scaternal-melmordy-single/1579231615?uo=4&app=apple+music

Random Scaternal Melmordy

Too Fast

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Howl At Nowt

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