Pilotless Drone

Pillow head and eyelid skies, no dark thoughts beneath the shallow water. But further out and deeper down sink the stories that you taught me. Of horsemen and a dying land, and both of them become my masters. Life was filled with guns and war…

I wrote it down for you, telling you exactly how I felt. But you couldn't take the time, Couldn't stand to lower yourself, And if I didn't care, why would I be standing here today in this nowhere town? A voice without a sound.. Your type…

You go and I stay. Almost like before, I think. Don't you notice now? Always I lag behind you. Stutter-step to notice me. Shyness looks at tennis shoes, Studies things you'll never see. Will you ever see me?

The piano track is a mangled version of the already-mangled piano from the previous song ("The Saucers Arrive"). The plan was to try to improvise in a way that was somehow rhythmically compatible with the skittering piano track. The guitar track…

Recorded this as an affirmation that no matter what may transpire I will still want the love of those dear to me. Even in my darkest hour I still recognize that there is a light within all that reminds us of love!

View the footage with music [at youtube](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQZDRKD8oSA&hd=1) After watching the video of the tsunami devastating the shores of Japan, I couldn't work anymore. So instead I sat down to dedicate a few hours of…

Ghosts do not speak.

Open up both eyes now. A mirror cannot kill. Your fight is on the inside, not with this reflection here. And if I were another, would you see my like I do? These eyes show me everything from insects to the milky way. Promise me perfection…

Pillow head and eyelid skies, no dark thoughts beneath the shallow water. But further out and deeper down sink the stories that you taught me. Of horsemen and a dying land, and both of them become my masters. Life was filled with guns and war…

Pillow head and eyelid skies, no dark thoughts beneath the shallow water. But further out and deeper down sink the stories that you taught me. Of horsemen and a dying land, and both of them become my masters. Life was filled with guns and war…

Pillow head and eyelid skies, no dark thoughts beneath the shallow water. But further out and deeper down sink the stories that you taught me. Of horsemen and a dying land, and both of them become my masters. Life was filled with guns and war…