Name: Going Nowhere (Acoustic Demo) by Joel Martin from Toledo
Duration: 3 min 31 s
Description: Loser/bummer anthem. Always wanted to write one. Here it is.

A song that will be on a future record in much refined form.

Cereal Box(demo)

The biro on the postcard
So we could spot which one was ours
Lined up and surrounded
In the middle, at the side of a mountain

Our caravan
Our caravan
Our caravan where we stayed

The biro made the water flow
Out from eyes, into your side
I hid my face two feed above your waist
I couldn’t see the people standing there around us

In our caravan
Our caravan
Our caravan where we lay

Take me back to Martin
Take me back to Wales
Take me back to Manchester
I’m hiding in my trails

Cause I can feel it changing
But I know that it’s for good
Cause we’re no longer sleeping 
But I wish that we still could 

In our caravan
Our caravan
Our caravan where we made

Promises, flew away
Like time did with us that day
The seconds never would stay
Fearlessness, in the face
Of the mirror that was two way
Reflections always would change

In our caravan
Our caravan
Our caravan, now we stray

Take me back to Martin
Take me back to Wales
Take me back to Manchester
I’m hiding in my trails

Cause I can feel it changing
But I know that it’s for good
Cause we’re no longer sleeping 
But I wish that we still could 

In our caravan
Our caravan
Our caravan

Our Caravan (demo)

crushing tins cans neath my feet
missing places I’ve never been
don’t smoke but I miss cigarettes
missing people I never met.
even though these cars aren’t crashing
I look away from the ashes
can’t stomach all the blood
a waste that I can’t fathom

every word’s emphatic
selling melodramatics
keys to hell while you’re at it
I’m a mellow addict
it’s a strange phenomenon
to board the plane and feel it take off
think of the days an the things I lost
home at a sickly polluted pond

walking slow in the wind storm
when and how was the wind born?
from the womb of the sky it has been torn
and taken on a violent form

and nothing keeps it away,
nothing keeps it away
when we sleep it stays awake
when we sleep it stays awake
all the faces look distant
all the scenery mythic
slap me, am i still with it?
and drag me over the finish

i dreamed when I’d fly, of a plane wreck
things start to die, when you save them. 

plastic bombs are going off
craters in family restaurants
swept off the way, by a swept off,
desperate flame, drawn to the moth
caves are bright, sun’s dimming
chain of life extending
anchored on the sea, ascending
blood and debris unending
it covers all the mind can reach
the streams, mountains, and every beach
DNA of everything
on a freighter heading for the reef

every joy is ordered
every ill co-morbid
heads collapsing in the vice
steel and concrete fills their minds 
slow and anxious we rotate
self aware of the charade
peeling proudly every bell
no onion to pull us from hell.

and nothing keeps it away
and nothing keeps it away
when we weep it doesn’t wait
when we weep it doesn’t wait
on the distant horizon,
there’s a slow bending skyline
there’s a foreboding timeline
we’re an eroding island

Days are cloudy and far behind
still shadows proudly dwell in my mind
there are doors that must stay locked
sad voices that must trail off
something’s cut through the deep cloth
electric brain just repeats songs
pathways like a tracked metro
through the dark and back it goes

ghosts in luminous grey dawns
places thinner than tarot cards
leafless maples in gold fog
skeletons of forgotten gods
and I cannot make out what they’ve said  
as the smoke fills our dizzy heads
northern forest burned again
and screened the weary sun dark red
and in the melancholia
as the smoke filled our hollow lungs
the wind was ripping out the seams
and we burst into everythings
and every atom whispered
there are no static pictures
melting arctics, acid rain
all catharsis is the same

nothing keeps it away
nothing keeps it away
what we keep it will still take
what we keep it will still take.
nothing keeps it away

Live at Empire Theatre

Ghosts - Live at Empire Theatre

Probably the first happy song I have ever written!

You’re So Tall (demo)

when every eye is dry I cry, when every eye cries I’m dry
my emotions release like a biblical fleece
at odds with the ground and the morning light
When every eye is dry I cry when every eye cries I’m dry
my emotions release like Gideon’s fleece
and I don’t know how to get them back in line

but she’s on another night flight over this choking poor planet
she’s taken more red eyes than a disposable camera
she’s descending from the sky like fresh quail and manna
hoping to keep me alive as I crawl to the savannah 
she’s a remnant of an older, unassailable truth 
a vagabond’s shoe, a megalodon’s tooth
some ancient prey in the cold dark blue
had her stuck in its frame and pulled her loose
from that antediluvian brutal jaw
before the beast’s slow funeral by the future’s claw
but the prey escaped and the single tooth lived on
defying chains of language and delusions of clocks
primordial liquid, fire and dust, she contains what’s been lost in the rest of us

I wanna be a soul, and I wanna be an ornament
I wanna grow old, I wanna be Jim Morrison
in a manowar in a storm rounding cape horn again
every bit of chaos, and I want it in order, man
and I’ve pitched all my ideas down through the ages
in hieroglyphs, cuneiform, and notebooks full of satchel paiges
But I’m still a wretch who sure as hell deserves the hell that he gets
every second I’m afraid and I’m feeling like macbeth
all these c section babies got me holding my breath
but I’m still betting she can save me from this tea leaf death
at least I’m hoping she can save me yet

when every eye is dry I cry when every eye cries I’m dry
my emotions release like a biblical fleece
at odds with the ground and the morning light
when every eye is dry I cry, when every eye cries I’m dry
my emotions release like Gideon’s fleece
and I don’t know how to get them back in line

the promethean fire on the day i was born 
was a bright sailor’s sky that covered the morning
made of crimsons and whites and godfather oranges
I’m just now hitting the height of that prophesied storm
sometimes I think it’s dream, and that I’m tired of enduring this
I feel like a machine that can’t pass the fucking Turing test
just poison leaking outward in this concrete that contains me
thrown under yucca mountain by the nuclear crazies

she brings no arguments of language that i can survive on
over manuscript dating, over piercings or lions 
its something bigger than a multiverse and smaller than ions
it swallows me up in the earth, like Lemuria island
no she doesn’t come in peace, she breaks open my skull
she flows like a waterfall, or not at all
I keep her in the pocket of my mind, like Sinatra’s sad dimes, 
i don’t wanna miss it if she ever calls
to tells this Moses bastard boy, 
this woo paced two faced Castor Troy
another defector bastard from a basket boy,
falsely adopted by in a selfish master’s ploy
that she’s here to help me back to my begetter whom he’d been trying to destroy

when every eye is dry I cry
when every eye cries I’m dry
my emotions release like a biblical fleece
at odds with the ground and the morning light

because I’ve still got good intentions that I want to show you
I can still get redemption if she’ll let me through
I can still get redemption if she’ll get me through
I can still get redemption if she’ll get me back to you
she sings for the living in the hard times and easy
plucks strings for apparitions like the bard blind Hoichi 
I can still get redemption if she’ll come down to meet me
I can still get redemption, if she’ll come down to free me
I’ve still got good intentions that i wanna show you
I can still get redemption any second I choose
if I’m after redemption she will let me through
I will get redemption and she will get me back to you,
she’s on another night flight over this choking poor planet
taken more red eyes than a disposable camera
she’d descending from the sky like fresh quail and manna
hoping to keep me alive while I crawl to the savannah

Big Megalodon Tooth (demo)

if it’s so clear, if you’re so sure of the justice of
who’s owed their severance package in the open air
then you won’t fear when your home cheers 
as heads start rolling down
so dear, honorable Robespierre, are your robes pure
are your hopes here, your bros near, your foes near?
are your ropes learned, do you know for sure
that these walls don’t a load bear?
in case you don’t hear, this is cochlear for your broke ears, 
there are a million other Robespierres running around

monsieur, you didn’t want there to be so many monsters
in lawn chairs, that flaunt their obscene wealth like peacocks there,
while the commoners are impoverished here and locked out from the coffers,
you said it’s not fair, you’re right it’s not fair, you went and made your thoughts clear, 
(and soon you’d have your thoughts smeared,) in the city block square
 your great alter stood its ground

you were so principled, indispensable, but this is indefensible 
this is incommensurable and it won’t make you invincible 
to think back then, you thought it an evil sin
to kill men; then became your own villain
listen, Maximilien.. is your max a million? would you stop at a million?
there are en masse a million of you now
a million little Robespierres running round.
a million little Robsepierres running round.

but the problem sir, with the mob verdict is that it’s stronger
than the very ideals it fought for, the very ideals it chopped for,
before long, be sure, it’s not about right and wrong no more
you see the ones who always talk most turn the movement from a cause for hope
into a cannibal pot roast, licking every drop fallen
from the severed chopped bones, and now no one can stop them, 
the smallest act could cross them, they are hoping that you cross them, 
so they can drink your blood, man, you were dragged across the block, man, 
put up in the stocks, man, the rope pulled and the chop, man, 
by another Robespierre, just hanging around
with a million other Robespierres cheering loud,
a million robes-pure Robespierres chowing down
there’s a million other Robespierres running around

Robespierre (demo)

Sweeps

Birds (demo)

Loser/bummer anthem. Always wanted to write one. Here it is.

Going Nowhere (Acoustic Demo)

New album coming soon, called Transcontinental Tracks: Central Pacific. Stay tuned! I am now out of space on here, so I'll be removing all official releases that can be found on other streaming services such as spotify, apple music, etc, and soundcloud will be exclusively home to demos and b-sides that will otherwise not be published elsewhere. If you want to keep listening to the Between Suns tracks, they can be found on my bandcamp or spotify or anywhere else you might listen to music. 
Cover photo by Nan Young Lee

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Going Nowhere (Acoustic Demo)

Joel Martin from Toledo

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