Some riffs that feel good on the hands and voice.

An instrumental interlude for the upcoming album.

tjw: electric guitar, hand drum, vocals

to the hills

All That Is In God

Bodies lying in the desert sun
The sequel to evil if there ever was one
In the land of an eye for an eye
They call that "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
The children of darkness, the children of light
Hey man, they're your words, they ain't mine
I see children on both sides
Not some tragedy to monopolize
For some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
Fast forward to a week gone by
The body count is no longer tied
Two things true at one time
A righteous army commits war crimes
In some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
I know I got no leg to stand
Just a white man on stolen land
In America, we worship the kill
We'll put your face on a twenty dollar bill
For some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide
I fear every coffin you lay in the sand
Is just the seed to some poison plant
Maybe you reap what you sow
Maybe just another lawn to mow
In some "justified" genocide
"Justified" genocide

Justified Genocide

Stuck

Breaking Bones   (Alternative-Indie-Rock)

steppin

The bloody humans by the lake;
They bring the picnic and the swat.
How’s a wasp supposed to take in the sun,
When there’s a bloody murderous human?
Hoarding the jam upon their laps,
You never heard of sharing, you twats?
A crumb to you’s a meal to me.
I wish I was a ‘oh don’t hurt it’ bumble bee!

Wasps, wasps, wasps
Wasps, wasps, wasps
Wasps, wasps, wasps
Wasps, wasps, wasps

You killed several of my mates.
Having mates means you don’t have to masturbate
You finish eating and leave your shit;
Even your disposable barbecue and that’s an impressive piece of kit.
You leave behind a fallen feast, 
And I’ll eat it but I’ll still call you a beast.
Each life is a beacon in the dark.
See more than just a picnic at the park. 
We may fade but light goes on;
Just be glad we ever shone.

A philosophising wasp, 
Don’t think about the messenger,
Just care about the cost.
You may think it justice,
To see me legs up on the ground,
But the world would be the worse,
If the web of life unwound.

But don’t get me started on spiders;
You can flush those pricks.
I never said I was consistent.

Wasps

This track was composed in AUM using apps such as Hida (going through a Rymdigae effect) and Hillman (going through a Nembrini Delay effect). Notes/MIDI came from Chordjam with additional sounds coming from Fluss Recorder (going via a Speaker effect), All mastered in Grand Finale.

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I perform as a solo singer-songwriter with a guitar, but also like playing with other sounds. I tend to sing about love, loss, transcendence, and the passage of time, but I like songs with humor and "show don't tell." I like (to make and hear) recordings that feel organic but not sloppy, complex but clear, intentional but serendipitous. Finished albums and some singles are for sale on Bandcamp, and available for streaming on Spotify, Apple, Amazon, etc.

to the hills

timothy john weber

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