songs from different times and with different people. sometimes. on some of these tracks you can hear an honesty that is not intended. all i ever have done is try to make music so people will think im cool. so far it hasnt worked. and now here i am, 26, working as a waiter. fuck this, writing in little electronic boxes about the music i write. what happened to me?

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Porcelian dolls

an older song i wrote in a cave while huffing gasoline and thinking of you

Moonlite dogs

dark days on the slow train and day time visits from the shaman

dead in the willows

its sounds kinda like a weird religious song or something, maybe it is, i dont know. i wrote with someone else singing it in mind.

I dont want no fake redemption

i wrote this for my friends the parmesans to sing i hope they like it

tony eastus