For this I wanted to create some longing sounding atmosphere. To create the (somewhat annoying) guitar part in the second half I used an ebow. " you stand a long time at the door observe the lighting on the floor you are not welcome anymore no…

To everyone missing. " I found silver in your mouth on a holiday found stories in your eyes beautiful as mould 6000 miles away I finally recalled the secrets on your skin in scars and birthmarks open wounds secret stories of…

I made this simple song to try out playing an acoustic guitar with an ebow. It works, but it's quite quiet. The movement of the fingers on the fretboard is louder than the sounds. I didn't use any effects on the guitar tracks. I recorded my voice…

" At the lake we were crawling around til our knees left bloodstains on the ground licked our wounds and the pain went away fell asleep at the end of a day we dug holes and carved signs into trees made ourselves a bed out of leaves and in the…

" At the lake we were crawling around til our knees left bloodstains on the ground licked our wounds and the pain went away fell asleep at the end of a day we dug holes and carved signs into trees made ourselves a bed out of leaves and in the…

I made a song out of the fable "The Boy and the Schoolmaster" by Jean De La Fontaine, that french writer from the 17th century. And here's the story: " A boy, that frolicked on the banks of Seine, Fell in, and would have found a watery grave…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

For this I wanted to create some longing sounding atmosphere. To create the (somewhat annoying) guitar part in the second half I used an ebow. " you stand a long time at the door observe the lighting on the floor you are not welcome anymore no…

Here she comes in the April sun In her dungarees and she's up for fun Smiling like she's a crazy girl And she makes a face like she owns the place And she does We indulge ourselves in creating A neck of beauty and circumstance Not to mention…