Produced @ House In Motion Studios by Josh Mackey

Beach Trash

So lonesome to me, for my stone will not true,
 unto the falsity of this false city's view,
 for the angles are fangled in fang gill and fever,
 so lonesome to me...an untrued believer,

So lonesome to me, appraising a praising,
 ground into the ground where the herdings are grazing,
 where the dust does't a dalliance, moulded by molded hands
 so lonesome to me that it calls itself man,

So lonesome to me that the apple appalls,
 for the walls they have ears but the ears they have walls,
 though they gorge in the gorge of the irresolute,
 so lonesome to me, they will not taste the fruit,

So lonesome to me, this fork in my tongue,
 but my scales are a-tipsy with what must be sung,
 and my heart is a bell that demands to be rung,
 so lonesome to me that I slither among,

For I peaked from my peak, an heir of the air,
 high on the wind that does layer my lair,
 from these withering heights did I cast you my call,
 but you prayed and you prayed and you preyed that I fall....

Kay Fable

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The band -
Paul  Riley - Guitar, vocals
Chris Grimshaw -  Drums
Slim  - Bass

These songs were made by, and belong to The Clay. Enjoy!

Bad keys, shaky shakers, 
acoustic and tremolo guitars... 
I try to not grill ALL of these ingredients
ALL of the time... but it’s hard.

We are a three piece rock band from Denver.
Walk Out Of Line was recorded by Josh Mackey @ House In Motion Studio - © 2018

Acoustic Versions: https://soundcloud.com/dylbor

Simon Gillis - Drums
Robert Houttuin - Bass / Vocals
Dylan Lipke - Guitar / Vocals

Demos Recorded: @toucon 
Art: @dylanlipke

5 year fathom watches watches,
stillborn every second second,
every biding breath it botches,
every burden bares it's beckon,

"time's the cup that drinks from you,
the carvened starvened quaffing challice,
press it to your lips anew,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom weighs the way,
in 1/16th of ever after,
kindle-clocks counting decay,
in oft regurgitated laughter,

"every thought's a treason plot,
a handle hewn in cares grown callous,
picks you up to smash you down,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rode the road,
it's pressures poured into impostures,
each angle set to explode,
in seamy seams of dream imposters,

"drown your druthers cupid-careful,
find no fears and make no malice,
still you simper for a stareful,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rolls the roles,
the marrow-masks that try to wear him,
tumblings take of tithing  tolls,
their irredeemers
set to scare him,

"dampen drove the bridal bridle,
purity's your pleasure pallace,
phallacy's your idle idol,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

Beach Trash

The Stemkicks