Collide

Denim Coat (feat. Azuriah Kennedy)

Posi - Darling

Leather cracks in frozen dusk
Steam from breath, his eyes combust
Dragging hooks through alder bark
Blood leaves trails where nights go dark

He hums like a priest with a drill
The hyacinth blooms after every kill

Hyacinth Lobotomizer walks
Twisting spines and feeding stalks
Unnamed village, nameless dead
Brains leak pink on the riverbed

Rusty scoops in mittened fists
Lobotomy lists, alphabetic twists
Elders nailed to sauna doors
Kids whisper prayers through warped floorboards

“It’s for the flower,” he explains
While scraping marrow from the drains

Hyacinth Lobotomizer feeds
On spleens and twisted local creeds
His leather sack drips cold regret
He waters roots with villagers' sweat

Hockey goals turned autopsy rigs
Torsos posed like pagan pigs
Midnight sun won’t cleanse the stench
Each petal blooms from a severed wench

The village keeps no record books
Just moss, and screams, and lacerated looks

Hyacinth Lobotomizer reigns
Stomping through cerebral plains
No one leaves, no names are spoken
All that grows is split and broken

Blood seeps slow through brittle snow
No roads out, no path to go
The bloom survives, the mind decays
He plants again. Another phase.

Scent of lilac masks the bile
The lobotomy’s done. Now he’ll smile

Hyacinth Lobotomizer grins
As memory withers from within
The village breathes, but not for long
He’s already picked tomorrow’s son

Hyacinth Lobotomizer

Track from the album "Devil In The Detail"
Back to my roots, Alt Country and Indie Americana with influences from Tom Waits to Mazzy Star.

Devil In The Detail

Fool's Gold

Buy at Bandcamp

Track from the ToneBoneMachine album "Rain In Death Valley".

Rain In Death Valley

Mother Mountain

Little Moth
pages in clouds 2025

hide,





the,

tv,





its,



distorting,



her,

mind,


she,,,,
wants,




to,

build,

a,

new,

world,

made,

from,,

metal horses....

She's been,

struggling, 



for,


a while now,



Poor thing,



Poor thing,


hooooooo,

Poor little moth,


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wayyyy,
out,


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time,



its ,
all,
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so dark,

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Little Moth

A Field I’ll Return To

i will be alright

You walk forever guarded
your eyes mistrust the light
Not every sound is danger
not every hug a fight

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone carries hate
Sometimes a silent gesture
holds more than fear or fate

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You breathe like one defending
a blow that won’t return
Stillness can be an answer
though hard for you to learn

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

You hardened from the bruises
but not all hands intend
Some only want to linger
without the need to bend

Not everyone comes to hurt you
not everyone brings despair
Sometimes a hand extended
holds more than harsh repair

Not everyone comes to hurt you
Not everyone stares with hate
Not everyone seeks to bind you
Not everyone tries to break

Lower your guard—just for a breath
let the wind brush past your name
Fear may not leave overnight
but you might see peace... remains

Lower Your Guard

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In case you're wondering: I composed all the music myself. The melody came from my own voice, and I guided the AI to arrange instruments based on it. My goal is collaboration — to inspire real singers and composers to take it further. That’s what creation is truly about. I  see AI as a tool — not a replacement, but an extension of human creativity.

The message matters, the medium too. Truth, regardless of how it's expressed, always finds its way. So instead of complaining, evolve. Adapt. The future doesn’t wait.