ambient but not too long...

Tarantella She was pretty, she was lonely, she had been sitting under trees, when a spider, hairy spider, found its way up to her knees. Big, black spider, hairy devil, bit her once and sucked her blood, so she trembled and she shivered…

Frank Miller - words, vocals, keys, bass, drums Chris Vaisvil - guitars Once a Beautiful Planet hark the dark and blackened skies they were the culprits of their own demise they couldn't get along in this earth age the extinction of…

From Bethan Reads

I watch the sun fall into a thousand silent shards. Blinded, I bask where it all comes to pool. Suddenly everything's okay. But they're building right on top of me, and bearing gifts made out of my own bones. I hear the broken waves sing…

The coveting of mystery is not what it used to be. So silent, we sway as if there was nothing wrong. So I keep away from me as you get the best of me. This violent reaction brings longing and painful new poison. This humbling history is…

We're cut off like the burden of branches. And we are all dropped, down the well. The sweetness of not having ventured or ever gained much, down the well. I'm swimming with my old friends. we don't need no rope. We were caught with…

“You don’t want to know…”

One of my first experiments with recording, this old tune has some real sound quality issues. But it’s an alright composition and the lyrics do have something quite valid and urgent to relate. LET IT BE A future unpleasant is foretold…