Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

Lyrics: Another morning Such sorry days Long hours working No living wage Oh how I long for The life I crave Sure begs the question When the dam's gonna break Oh watch out Head down Hush your mouth Honey, don't stand…

It takes a lot to get me going anymore Through Trials and Tribulations The needle drops into a dance I don't forget You've got a way of moving I'm twisted I'm twisted I'm twisted Around your finger

Easy to understand Digitakt test!

A single ebow line in G major, copied to new track and reversed, with some reverb and compression; added simple strummed acoustic guitar, recorded twice/doubled; canned drums. Recorded in Ableton. My idea is to record 5 days of ebow stuff like…