A single vocal take, freestyle. Went for an garage rock sound.

Lead Foot

Eyes

I kicked a single take improvisational vocal over a track. Produced by my old pal, Cory Cumming.

Push

Done after a long drag on a funny cigarette. Completely improvised.

Fisticuffs

Eyes of our innocence
faint sight of concrete elephants
dreams died along with the day
repeat elements
nightmares on blood stained canvas
lack of self consciousness washed away

Hey Mister Culture Killer
with your badge and your gun
You know, it's a modern day holocaust

Death of a difference
sun fades a life so meaningless
the past is red, the future's gray
light of the resonance is complacency
fuck it - our lives decay

Hey Mister Culture Killer
with your badge and your gun
You know, it's a holocaust

Fear and ignorance is played out
upon the stages of the pages that we ripped out
and now prize is the catalyst
what we see - we lie to ourselves
to buy and try and be it

No victims among us
No victims among us
No victims among us

Cries of the innocence
call out for concrete elephants
screaming revenge on the Gods
they say
"You lead us, you lead us"
"we live life lost, we live life lost"

We're all victims of the modern day
We're all victims of the modern day holocaust.

Unknown Album (27/01/2007 5:45:26 PM)

Concrete Elephant (Modern Day Holocaust)

Z Beside the Y Dec 16

The OC (Live)

The Improvised One Take Laptop Demonstration

Condensing Properties (demo)

Oh Bill

so this is what it's like to die
when you're living a lie
reflect on my tomb
may i lay forever among
those who i've wronged
in the service of love

I lay awake beneath the streetlights,
over the engine roar, they streak like
dreams across streams of consciousness
I believe the obvious,
is not the opulent
bizarre, czar? 
This oculus
star in stark war with notions of more

i remain, still with a motion blur
float through the open All 
now and forever occurs
whenever the ocean stirs
rest assured its her's, its her's

this

my All is fraction-All  

we
she's All, im after All, after all
after All, after All, after All,

VOID

when you're living a lie
reflect on my tomb
may i lay forever among
those who i've wronged
in the service of love

Check on my pulse I'm tied to these heart strings
yet try to release eyes deprived when the purse sings
carry me shapeless colors, O journeymen of silence
by my ears alone, free me through morose code
fuck cell phones, ill die when i want to
fuck cell phones, ill fly cuz i ought to
clap true, Reaper,
brought to you by this pie eatin' figure
get money, my bleeding heart painters,
get money, mother,
fuck her, i got get - what i wanna
i'll die when i want to

The Wolf Johnson

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