A very rough demo, in more ways that one.

38 Hours

Pretty Hard

New demo.

You found the music that won't let you sing,
Songs that held you alone in hours of a morning
That you didn't know were there
But you woke up to them
And now you'll never sleep

And the sun will rise in a new friend's apartment
And you'll walk past the shadows on the neighbouring pavement
They'll still be sleeping, you don't want to wake them
And you're hungry for flights of fancies a-fading 
You know they're empty dreams

And somehow the clothes that you're wearing aren't smelling
Of everything you did back when you were singing
While the sun keeps on rising, and your sleeves going with it
You realise your heart has slipped to the tips of your fingers
You need to leave it be

And your feet start fighting for wars that they can't win
Not while you don't know where you're even going
And you might never stop, wear out holes in your soles
Will you ever cross paths with a similar soul
Who will bring you both peace?

But you lost that glint of peace once you left home
You took a hint from your heart above clouds
You knew those songs but now they ground you
With your branches in the bitumen

Branches In The Bitumen

YARDOFBLONDEGIRLS

ON THE FIRST CORNER TO THE LEFT
PAST THE VIEW FROM THE TERRACE
IN A HOUSE BEHIND A GREEN CHICKEN WIRE FENCE
IS THE WOMAN WITH THE WARMEST FACE
WHERE EVERYTHING ONLY MAKES SENSE

THERE'S A HEATER IN THE FIREPLACE
AND EVERY SINGLE FLOORBOARD ACHES
THE COLD WATER ONLY HEATS UP IN THE SUMMER
AND THE WINDOWS ALWAYS SHAKE
'CAUSE EVERY CAR IS A TECTONIC PLATE

EVERY DOOR SHUTS BUT COULDN'T KEEP IN
HEAVY BREATHING
THE DROP OF A PIN

THERE'S PERMS AND LYCRA ON REPEAT
IN A HOUSEMATE'S ROOM DOWN THE HALL
IF HE HAS A NAME IT'S NOT ON THE LEASE
AND HIS SMALL TALK IS WAY TOO SMALL
WITH HIS 5CD SET HITS OF ROCK & ROLL

EVERY DOOR SHUTS BUT COULDN'T KEEP IN
HEAVY BREATHING
THE DROP OF A PIN
EVERY WALL KEEPS UP THE CEILING
BUT THERE'S THIS FEELING
THEY'RE GOING TO FALL

BUT I DON'T FEEL IT WHEN SHE'S THERE
I DON'T COME HERE FOR THE WALLS
I DON'T WANT TO SEE THE CEILING
WHEN SHE ALWAYS STANDS SO TALL

SO I LIVE ON THE SMALL OF HER BACK
AND SHE LIVES IN THE RIDGE OF MY RIBS
AND I SLEEP ON THE SLOPES OF HER HIPS
WE BREATHE ON THE KISS IN OUR LIPS

The Drop Of A Pin

Drop Of A Pin

Spoilt For Choice

The Other Side (demo)

So Smart, So Clever

Here you'll find demos for songs I write. 

For now it will be strictly demos.

They will not sound perfect

They are as they stand as soon as I figure out their musical foundations and capture them.



Damien.
The Baron of Sentiment