this reminds me of pink flyod, nice and relaxing

Wow, this sounds beautiful. Really like the drums in this one. Well done!

@drakulahigh: Thanks! Always trying to find that balance🚀

The interminably long hypnotic voyage of the Spanish galleons across the ocean, which is often frozen, and which sometimes can be traversed through the air when the galleon opens its peacock wings. 

The aurora australis, the wafting of the song of the captain's daughter wondering if he loves her, since he's been gone so long and now he's gone again, for so long, so long. He's on the harrowing, death defying trip to support his daughter, though she hasn't developed the maturity to fully understand that. But will he bring her a crystal replica of the galleon as a token of his affection, so she can believe he loves her?

The men all nearly die, embedded in ice on their trip for unspeakable purposes. 

When the tattered fleet pulls into the marina, the daughter waits for the crystal galleon. When she sees he has it, she believes he loves her after all.
Lyrics that are distinguishable:

Ah ooo 
Papa's little girl loves crystal galleons,
Vases and plates and chandeliers.
Papa, can you bring me a crystal galleon,
Or otherwise I'll break down in tears.

How do I know if you love me?
Because you were gone for years.

Papa's little girl loves crystal galleons,
Vases and plates and chandeliers.
Papa, can you bring me a crystal galleon,
Or otherwise I'll break down in tears.
Ah


XAW ambient drone guitar
SA bass, voice, keyboard synth, lyrics, production

The Crystal Galleon

Crystal Galleon

New Beat 221

Enchantress (Demo)

ifnotnowwhen

Fate Rolls The Dice

After yet another friend posted pictures of her bruises I was beyond angry and found myself writing. I wanted to show these women's experiences. The loneliness, the shame and the desperation are common threads to their stories. They made it out, but not all do. Thank you for listening.

Sidewalk pavement after midnight
The only friend left to hear me cry
Black and blue patches show the ugly truth
You were headstone carving when I left you
And your handiwork

(Chorus)
Expertly you pulled the strings
Hide your flaws, then make me bleed
Your sleight of hand looked so grand
But then I saw what comes of your 
Handiwork

Mona Lisa smiled for da Vinci
But you had me cower as you painted me
It’s not safe to be your masterpiece
Draped in your shame that covers me
When I’m your handiwork
I’m a showcase. Take a look

(Chorus)

Train whistle screams on jumpers bridge
“How many times will you fall for it?”
Desperate thoughts pounding in my head
I’d feel more comfort on that river bed
Than be your handiwork

(Chorus)


Church bell calling from across the street
“Child, come and rest. You're set free.”
They say idle hands are the devil’s work
I guess they’ve never seen your
Guess it’s time they see your 
Someone needs to see your
Handiwork

Handiwork

Bento Boxes'

Indie Summer.

I never thought I'd say it
Like a brick through our window
That let our house start shaking

I didn't think I had it in me
To break what I've known
And let these walls be forsaken

But I'm not sure I ever knew you
Like you needed me to
But I swear I could taste it

I tried my best to ignore it
But the seed it took root
And shed the fruit that's now wasted

Why did I waste my time
Falling down hills to climb?
All who knew me saw right through me
What did I hear you say
This is a hollow play?
Not much to doubt while bleeding out

Sometimes I cannot see me
So I'll pull a sheet over
To give me some shape now

I hope I'll be able to find me
In the void it creates
There's a beauty in the breakdown

Who are you to say
I'm better off to stay
What don't kill me, might just heal me
What did I hear you say
This is a hollow play?
Not much to doubt while bleeding out

I'm holding out for hope now
That when the bottom drops out
They'll be something to catch me

But sometimes it's nice to fall
At such great heights
You can see it all completely

There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out
There's not much to doubt
While bleeding out

Bleeding Out

melon/coly

A storm threatens her as she leaves, but she fights back against it and finds her way to happiness

A Passing Storm in Her Eyes

Retro inspired fantasy in modern texture, conceptual solo project. 
Inspire to Inspire.

These tracks serve as a journal entries, a snapshot into what I was feeling/processing at the time to help jog my meds induced foggy memory and transport back for reflection.

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