ELECTRONIC/TRIP-HOP/DOWNTEMPO
Produced by Du Brae

STEPH SOMETHING & DU BRAE

Invisible

Battle On

Mr Programmer

No Time For That

Electronic
Alternative
w/ Du Brae and John Henderson

Something Different

Martyr

Hemlock

A Soul In Stages

To be honest, I have no idea what genre this is :/ 

w/ Du Brae, Gabro Jazz, Daniele Silvestri, and villanuevadam

Public Service

Intel

Propranolol

Du Brae & Steph Something

spotless, white sheets one-ton doses 
cum filled capsule coffins 
the conversation has been marked as spam 
the eyes, gutted novels. 
cha cha cha cha cherry lips knocking on infinite walls 
kissing the petrified, the faceless faces 
insidious lovers bound by what they exchange 
oh get off your high horse, baby 
come ride the whore instead 
she swears she gone spread her wings

she swears she gonna spread her wings

binge and purge desire caviar tar 
no, just a hangover these streets are now clean 
in the sense of gods and kings 
smiling and satisfied he went to hit the rock 
shit, he was out but he would miss not one beat 
before he finished speaking his profanity 
he changed his mask to a smiling face 
a happy working man just short of a little change 
between the ten-second plan 
and the other five seconds spent asking the mother of two 
if he could have money for food, 
his kingdom of pleasure 
vanished forever 
never rebuilt 
never remembered

Linen Thrown Over the Heaviest of Ghosts

Du Brae & Steph Something

Acrobats

Oh how acrobatic we become when 
Feelin the need for attention and oh how easily we forget 
Just how difficult it is to be an acrobat

Bones and egos break and break 

Lungs, bodies, shake and shake 
Make, then deflate, in and out from the dirt 
Back into the ground 
Shed, end, ceremony

Mourners Sleep - sleep 
Rustle, born again 
Awake, I am awake

Soil loosened by the rake 
Soil loosened by the rake

Alive again to be fake 
Again and again 
Never learning a goddamn 
Lesson

Bones and egos break and break 

We are acrobats Acrobaaaaaaats 
Snapping our necks and backs in half 
Just for your attention

Bones and egos break and break 
Feed the broken ego 
We're acrobats snapping ourselves in half 
To feed the broken ego...

...Oh here we go again

Acrobats

w/ Du Brae

No Words

I loved your hands, strong and worked
When I was in them nothing could do me harm
Within those hands, as vulnerable as I could be
Not for a second did I think they would crush me

I put my faith into your palm
And lay my timid heart down in the other one
I was certain they were safe with you
Never fearing what you were going to do

The moment they were yours, you started to squeeze
Instant agony had me on my knees
You walked away, never said a thing
Hands in tight fists, still wrecking me

I found my heart aside an empty road
Deformed and covered with dirt and stone
But my conviction, within your hands
You clasp quietly, choke until you hear nothing

I did no wrong, I was terrified
So, I clawed and screamed trying to breathe
Your head ached from the noise, my nails grazed your arm
You regarded my state of fear as a call to war

You released your grip, a smile on your face
Opened your mouth wide, swallowed the trust I gave
Now you keep me caged within your darkness
Barred by your silence, my cell, your void

The only way out is by key
Should you speak, I will be set free

No Words

A Relationship

DuBrae, Steph Something, Flodnal, and D Waller

Can I Count On You

Du Brae, SS, Carlos Barrios, John Henderson, and Brian Henry

I Dont Feel Right

Saints

Cursed

A State of Undress

rock, metal, progressive rock, Indie rock, electronic, dance, indie electronic, funk, new wave, ambient rock/metal/electronic... fuck it... 
all the things music 
by Stephanie Gilliard