Name: eb (etchude) by woodwork
Duration: 2 min 39 s
Description: they walk through the woods and scratch memories into their favourite trees

Naturonica

MARLEY DEL PRETE - TRUMPET
DECLAN PEEL - GUITAR
LEDI ART - ARTWORK 
EBI PARSONS - PRODUCTION/VOICE /WRITING

MINE SILENCE

INFINITY DISC PLUS

D.S.@.M

Sevenfold Halo  [ Cause of Death version ]

This track is about the after images that people live in. the outdated or distorted worlds people live in. Finding yourself living a skewed life or heavily at the whims of those living in their own. its about being sick and tired.

ghostworld

A Kleptic Production

Produced By Samuel Seafarer (DJ Crimewave)
Arranged and Curated by Rough and Samuel Seafarer
Artwork by Alkali Geographics

Radio Klepto No.2 (prod. Samuel Seafarer)

Absent Mindedness 
music and lyrics by Akenya.

featuring...

Akenya (lead vocals)
Tara Kannangara (trumpet)
Brad Linde (tenor sax)
Guy Mintus (piano)
Kavita Shah (background vocals)
Immanuel Shuford (tuba)
Alexa Tarantino (alto sax)
Carole Turcotte (flute)
Joe Vilardi (guitar)
Lindsay Woolgar (bass)
Ian Wright (drums)


Recorded at the
2013 Banff Centre Workshop for Jazz and 
Creative Music 
located in
Banff, AB, CAN.


Ensemble Coached by 
Esperanza Spalding. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUgOhjGLlIA

-Lyrics-

-Intro-

Chorus: If I could just remember the words I said
I would be alright
If I could just remember the words I said tonight
Then my intentions never would be misread
We wouldn’t have to fight
If I could just remember the words, my love…

Verse 1: But abstract eruptions 
of emotions manifest and congest
my inner vision when I try to recollect.
And my breath is getting heavy, 
I bereave the hidden phrases that just
can’t seem to make their way into the forefront
of my blunt mind. I’m running out of time.
I’ve gotta find my way back
to a linguistic type of tongue that’s in tact.
And in fact, if I’m not on track, 
My rhythmic dialect will disturb
our overture of love and words…

(Chorus)

Bridge: But they always leave me. Why?
Say that you believe me!

Verse 2: It’s like every single time I begin, it’s the end.
No more sentencing. I’m slowly losing touch with what’s within.
My meaning is slipping, I mean there’s no definition,
I’m falling into submission, I black out and fade in.
Now I’m closer to knowing the words I was going for 
then out of nowhere I’m stumbling and muttering
nonsense. Can’t seem to clear my subconscious 
mind, I sound obnoxious, the worst part about it is
you and I falling apart in the dark pit that stirs
all of my forgotten words…

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

-Outro-

eb (etchude)

woodwork

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