From the vault, date unknown, sometime 2005-2006. They look like a manic Scribbled words at r a n d o m on blank paper, no structure, s Catte red all. over. Something out of a ransom It’s like I drank ink and spit it, a dark blotchy messBut those words on that page are me at my best Continue reading Manic
A work in progress, putting together the demo for it right now, thought I’d share the lyrics with ya before I share a snippet of what it sounds like. Sold on a dreamYou never had and I didn’t needIs this how you pictured love to be?You can tell me Met on a whim, Out to waste the nightFell for the smileAnd the way the light hit … Continue reading Our First House
Tonight I sit in the loneliest of all roomsIt’s full of colour and pictures of a happy childhoodThe light comes in from three big windowsand I can see kids riding their bikes on the streetSo happy, so naiveWhen I close my eyes I can feel it.I want to feel it.Make me blind. Tonight I stand on the tallest of all bridgesThe cities alive in the … Continue reading Funeral For A Friend
Crooked Forest 