You’re my honey from the carcass of a lion
I’ve longed for you since I had blood in my teeth 

You brought me sugar, honey, sugar’s what I really wanted
It gives my blood a boost

There’s a reason that I’m solid when I’m near you
And wobble when I’m too far away
I’ll raze the ground to such sinister waste without your
Gentle correction in me

Here’s the thing, everything alive wants to eat you
even the soil implores of your flesh
“Just lay here and be still and delicious;
I’m opening up to you”

When the skin around my ribs begins to loosen
Ridges and valleys form
I pray to god that I can know you in the biblical sense
And certain valleys rise

When I wander too far for too long, I feel a shake in my legs
When I start to feel the distance between, well 
Not so steady now

I’ll eat you up I love you so

Honey from the carcass of a lion

Analog View

Strangers (Kenya Grace Cover)

demo track #goth #electronic #noise #poet

Noah See - Dont You Forget

Noah See - No Song Remains The Same

Noah See - Lost To Dead Time

Blissful Biscuit

Wren's Way

This is a slightly different mix of the same song released by Fraenk and I on his page: https://soundcloud.com/frankdarko/fraenk-darko-hank-sola-morphosis

This one has no post-production at all and is a raw GarageBand on iOS export to SoundCloud.  

Credits:
vocals & lyrics: Fraenk Darko
drums & percussion: Hank Sola
electric guitars: Hank Sola
slide bass: Fraenk Darko
bass: Hank Sola
mastering: Fraenk Darko & Hank Sola
artwork: Fraenk Darko

Many thanks to @frankdarko for being so creatively honest and easy to work with.  We will do it again soon!

Morphosis (with Fraenk Darko)

Lyrics are 100% improvised (you tell me what it means!) in my pickup truck, outside a Five Guys Burger joint, on an iPhone headset, so I guess this is still Lo-Fi ;-)

== CREDITS ==

100% me + GarageBand



== LYRICS ==

I can't feel my face 
Something takes a hold of me
And I'm too weak to even run away 

I can't see in your head
Take my pain away
Don't dare you throw it all away 

Gonna focus on the pain
Gonna pay you back another day

I can't see what's in my head
Gonna show you now - teach you how
I'll take you back to school
right

So I beat my head against the wall
And I cling so tight because
you know - Worst of all I don't want to fall 

I'm going down again and I can't stand the pain
So I open up my head
I let the feelings out
I let the demons in

I ..  can't .. breath (x 4)

Focus on the pain
Like a runaway you throw me out again
Find another way
To make the pain
Just go away go away

I can bleed for Days 
I can bleed for Days 
But I see something growing
In your face again
I feel the rage again
And now

I ..  can't .. breath (x 4)

Right

Bleed For Days

15 Snakes

We write songs about mental illness and the horrors of end-stage capitalism couched vaguely behind metaphors culled from childish conceptions of being haunted and/or allusions to obscure passages from classic literature or cultural mythologies. Our music has zero commercial viability, but it is a labor of love and necessity. It is also an outlet for thoughts best not kept inside, but that should probably be whispered rather than shouted.

The sound should be that of engaging in a small, jarring, but well-intentioned conversation on the subject of the various things that can eat you alive from the bottom-most link of the top of the food chain. 

We should sound like two introverts on the verge of killing themselves but who made a handful of quiet, desperate songs instead (and if only for now). The listener should suspect there used to be a drummer and a guitarist but those two jumped from the building rather than burning alive inside it. 

Most music written for two basses and two voices, but found objects are rarely excluded.

Honey from the carcass of a lion

knock-kneed