So, I'll drink up, beautiful, I'll leave bottles, up and down the coast, When I get to that light house, I'll burn it down, and laugh. Skeletons rise up to meet me, In a place where the waves touch the beach, And hollowed bones, broken…

When I was a bird, Clipped my own wings, so you wouldn't hurt. I figured they'd re-molt, Now the damned things never grow. That's how it goes... When I was a stone, I made it down the hill, but ended up alone. Just inches from my throne…

Rough Take: Recorded on what I had available (Cell Phone) Made of iron, I'm made of blood Raise your arms against me, and you'll feel the flood, “Cause I don't need to run. I won't sleep, til you're gone.” My axe kept eating, wood and flesh…

I struggled to get this thing completed. I've been sat on it for weeks, finished, debating whether I was really prepared to let it go. I loved the song when I wrote it, inspired by a wonderful week at the end of September. But the recording…

Arctostyle Techno

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Dark dreams and long stretches of road separated us from our loved ones. We broke hearts and had our hearts handed to us in fragments. Win or lose it, in the soul, love is long.

And we considered how the grass might be greener somewhere else or with someone else. Should we turn our backs on those who have helped us get this far?