So I have a list of names,
scribbled fast in the half-light.
People who left cracks in the room,
words that still buzz in my spine.

I don’t keep them to hate,
I keep them so I know what I survived.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

The air tastes like salt and old paper,
my heart beats like a drum in a basement.
I strike a match, the flame licks blue,
every letter curls like it’s telling the truth.

This is my exorcism,
but it’s for me, not them.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

No prayers, no perfect words,
just the hiss of the match and the sound of letting go.
I watch the dark turn soft and gold,
and I feel lighter than I’ve ever known.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

Spells to cast this October

Names in Smoke

Instrumental edgy rock with layered guitar and pulsing drums

Don't Lie To Me

Song about older, white men, who are yelling at their TVs while spewing hate on social media, and claiming they're being denied their rights and personal freedoms 

Lyrics:
You say you don’t want ‘em 
- this shits gotta change
You say you’ve had it up to here 
- you’re feeling betrayed
You say you don’t need ‘em 
- you stare through the haze
You say you’ll stand your ground 
- cock your gun and take aim

Well go ahead on then 
- put your boots on then
You climb up that high hill 
- and deal with those made men
Go get what you came for 
- they got more than you got
Try as you might they don’t give a damn what you want 

You say you don’t want ‘em 
- this shits gotta change
You say you’ll fight the good fight 
- enough of this craze 
You say you want freedom 
- as you stand there unchained
You say you’ve had it up to here 
- you’re feeling betrayed

Well go ahead on then 
- put your boots on then
You climb up that high hill 
- and deal with those made men
Go get what you came for 
- they got more than you got
Try as you might they don’t give a damn what you want
Yeah, Yeah!

Go get ‘em man, 
show them what you’re made of
Go get ‘em man, 
stand your ground, plant your flag
Go get ‘em man, 
show them what you’re made of
Go tell those sunsa bitches 
- that this shits gotta end

Well go ahead on then 
- strap your boots on then
You climb up that high hill 
- and deal with those made men
Go get what you came for 
- they got more than you got
Try as you might they don’t give a damn what you want 
- Yeah! Go get ‘em!

Freedom Denied (Get What You Came For)

Instrumental groove with layered bass guitar and simple guitar, inspired by West African music 

Any Good Pum Pum

Symptoms

This is my first recording using my Nektar Impact 49+

Big Boat, No Captain

I knew The Flaming Lips were my kind of band when I heard the song 'A Spoonful Weighs a Ton'. This is a tribute to that song, the musical stylings and incredible drumming of Steve Drozd

Loving Spoonful, Ton of Drozd

My first recording using live drums, MIDI Keyboard and MIDI Turntables (DJ Controller)

Watch His Right Hand

FREEDOM

Everything on this track is a built-in voice from my Alesis Strike Multipad

Topeka

funky instrumental with drums, upright bass, rhythm guitar and hand percussion

Free-Thinker, Right Blinker

Drummer who has the occasional moment of creativity

Freedom Denied (Get What You Came For)

J. Fitz Kennedy

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