I am just hosting the song for other people to download :D You can hear the song online too , just click the arrow on the Left side of the name.

I am just hosting the song for other people to download :D You can hear the song online too , just click the arrow on the Left side of the name.

Off the Black and White Series coming soon

A snippet off of The Black and White Series

A sonic journey, starting at a weird end-of-the-pier show and ending in a psychotic metal foundry. Or something...

Music is one of the ways I work my shit out... This is an example of that... Someday, if I have a band and a real studio, I'll remake this into a fine tune that resolves musically and sounds pleasant to the ear... Until then, have a beautiful day!

I'd have sun all over my fingertips, If there was nothing left to give. And we'd be happy like parades, You pull it off like lampshades, oh yeah. Close the blinds don't let them in, I'm not ready for it yet. Oohs. You smell like sweet cigars…

Saving grace, is close to last place. Saving face, is understandable. Faking can get you far, But how far is how far. Cause I am negative, I am everything I've ever wanted, Yeah I am, negative, I am black and white. My words, come out in porous…

I have heard the siren call, abandon oars and brother's hulls. Into the oceans voices lure, over the edge, into black midnight blurs. Jump far or abandon all hope on the reef. For, I have heard the siren call, echoing doom to us all. And like…

Don't cut my roots of at the heel, Cause I'm attached to you and your bark. Sand is just giant stones, I've worn down, Mountains torn apart. Follow me, Follow me, Follow me Follow me, Follow me, Follow me What is there in emptiness, If…

You are a mockingbird outside my window, and I like to wake to your stuttering. And your throat sings the sweetest melodies, and imitations leave me, empty. But I know, you have to go. Back to that nest of yours. But I hope, you'll return…

There's a word, I'm sure you've heard it once, Or twice, before. The bible mentions it here, or there. Affection, but we need some correction, On how much it could mean to us. So tell it to your brother, maybe to your mother, Maybe to whoever…

Young men, pick up your arms, And take back your hearts, Pick up your dreams, piece em back together, Give it a start. Oh my oh my, it's tearing me apart. Oh my oh my, aching is my heart. Oh my oh my. Oh my oh my. We're like curious wolves…

Wake up, and smell the roses We’ve piled them, on your coffins And you’ve roamed, and you’ve roamed From first place, to the end of the road Now you know The hearts, no place for a home Cause you linger to long, and get left alone And you…