A near future something or other. Synth pads, muffled drums, lap steel with an ebow, big fog bass, etc. All analog instruments recorded direct in for now. Gotta finish writing it before I drag out amps and whatnot. Thanks for checking in…

Son of the Queen Isolating the cross-hatched memories of those starless nights when we searched for light to pour through the wounds we carry around, fashioned after and fawning, we, now downward, fall. A cast-iron bodice over the whimsical has…

Push the Blood Back in When the last bit of light that shines through is dead and we are all matching shadows with the same blank reflection, distracted and withered and bound to the ceiling, can you not even then, feel it move on your skin…

Mania for Breaking With my mouth full of birds, and having taken just the tonic, I find the sky filled with my words; painted in distances hobbled and haunted. The way out is hidden from my view, and my hands are soiled with my birth. Spiralling…

When the Night Fell in Pt. 2 I’m watched from on high, and the skyline is my skin. I cannot wait to find out what your gallows weigh. I’m washed and given insides of the finest leather trim. I cannot stay to find out if the gallows sway. Oh…

That’s How They Get You Bleeding trails, a map to everywhere you’ve ever been. Seeping in from beyond the boundless fringe, you cannot be sustained, and won’t be washed away. You light an abandoned fire in someone else’s yard. That’s how they…

Son of the Queen Isolating the cross-hatched memories of those starless nights when we searched for light to pour through the wounds we carry around, fashioned after and fawning, we, now downward, fall. A cast-iron bodice over the whimsical has…

That’s How They Get You Bleeding trails, a map to everywhere you’ve ever been. Seeping in from beyond the boundless fringe, you cannot be sustained, and won’t be washed away. You light an abandoned fire in someone else’s yard. That’s how they…

When the Night Fell in Pt. 2 I’m watched from on high, and the skyline is my skin. I cannot wait to find out what your gallows weigh. I’m washed and given insides of the finest leather trim. I cannot stay to find out if the gallows sway. Oh…

Mania for Breaking With my mouth full of birds, and having taken just the tonic, I find the sky filled with my words; painted in distances hobbled and haunted. The way out is hidden from my view, and my hands are soiled with my birth. Spiralling…