april showers

bedroom

June 2019

"cloudsong" ep out now 🌀

bandcamp: https://fraternaltwin.bandcamp.com/album/cloudsong  
spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2Z3T5acBAS3gPdXq4TdOvn

the air was getting dry
my cloud was low
i couldn't find a face
you know: some wet to blow on

cloudsong

Crream

you’re so free you can choose to turn your room into a prison
the spots of the cell’s ceiling, have burned into vision
it’s like a blunt scalpel for incision, for a blemish with precision 
or the surgeon’s proposition, to call it quits on your living
well she’s busy, leading the leaving at intermission
anaesthetised or a willing submission
violence isn’t always a decision, it's just, the human condition
a thirst for blood is just as much a religion
as it is atavism, as it [religion] is atavism

violence

leaving this behind

KILL PELL

stopped at the gate
but I’m just on my way
swab the suitcase for a trace
of a bad day
and genetic mental fray 

please, please hurry, I’m late
and I’m sore from the tape
for the gear around my waist
no, I wouldn’t dare drug traffic via air freight!
well okay, now I want a fair case!

but I would never hurt anyone
but I would…

hell, Pell, I’ve seen your face
you helped perpetuate
the suicide rate
and the pig state
sounds like today, is your delayed, court date

as the the tall man falls
strongly stand, the four walls around him
how I’d swim, to drown him
in the cardinal’s own, cardinal sin

and he will never love anyone
and he has never loved anyone

cardinal sin

u werent that nice

Higher Ground

All The Red by HunBjørn

All The Red

I see you found yourself in there
When moving all the layers from your body

I see you found your truth in there
Something hidden mostly like a maybe

All the red, is softened by your mouth
And all the tenderness, slowly peaking out

I hear a different tone in you
A comprehension of the inner workings

Like something set you right again
You walk, you smile, you breath in different light

And all your rage is softened by the day
Waving back at you with hands of melting grey

It’s not at all
A silent stop
A vast space
To be filled with love

All the red, is softened by the day
And all the tenderness, slowly peaking out

It’s not at all
A silent stop
A vast space
To be filled with love

It’s not at all
A silent stop
A vast space
To be filled with love


Music by HunBjørn
Produced by HunBjørn & Brian Batz
Mixed by Brian Batz
Master by Brian Mørk

All The Red

in my head

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- Music by Mars Motel 
- Lyrics by Sarik Kumar 
- Produced by Sarik Kumar

- Mixed & Engineered by Rocky Gallo 
- Recorded @ Virtue & Vice Studios in Brooklyn, NY
- Mastered by Dave McNair

- Single Art: Matthew Vidalis

Coming Up For Air

gone

Written by Thomas James.

Performed by Lupine.

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Nick Herrera.

1800-MUM-DAD

The Night Chorus 1

Spectres

you walk aside the Californian fault line
the earth is a bomb and it works just fine
the most perfectly violent service design
is how the buildings fold as your love leaves you behind
when your love leaves you behind
oh when you love

it's california's fault

you’ll get dirty feet if you walk a dirt road
it’s not what you think you know, no, it’s what you don’t!
the kid is reading the history that he wrote
it’s bad business
it’s madness

he stays alive trying to die a legend
so only breathes to teach himself a lesson
in masochism
even then he’s slacking 

no one comes for free, but it’s cheaper to pretend
and good head is currency where he’s livin!
it’s dollars and cents
it’s paper payment

at the clap of his hands!
he will because he can!
there’s a poison in man
under the veil of romance

billy the kid was a punk!

to be

Barb’s prize fighter’s cape
is but a flag of her state
… or a towel for her bloodied face
when throwing at him in second place

and Sharon was in my dad’s grade
now she’s in leather and lace
and for the right rate
it’s her sweet embrace

and he’s on the forklift at an eighth of the pay
5 of 7 days
and mum is less than the same
it’s a real dog fight, this horse race

gambling is a steal
the elderly are kicking up their heels
later life’s likened to a roulette wheel
and any win is like a good pub meal

old dollar don may have died in disgrace
but fate’s fate
it’s a pint at a wake
and the inheritance on black 28
we’re willing to put it to waste
all for the story, the stakes
oh the glory, the grace

brooklyn, 3012 and the former yugoslavia

safe on the couch
you know you gotta let me out
wake to a sound
and check it out
scraping the ground
look what I found

just don’t care anymore 
tear a hole through the screen door
it doesn’t matter if you love me or not
because I’m not gonna stop
you’ll have to chase me
won’t even give me what you’re tasting 
dragging my feet around 
you know you gotta put me down

u werent that nice

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