We Bow Down To Our Atomic Overlords

There's a lot going on here, in the middle section I used what's known as a Shepard Risset Tone. This is a sound that appears to constantly rise in pitch. If you were to loop the sound, it would never stop rising! I don't understand the match…

Three Of Five

Theres something I would share with you, if you ever asked me to. Perhaps it is a secret, perhaps you already know. Im not the boy you look for now, but I could change. Im not in love with myself, but I think I am with you. Lets find a road weve…

this is a rock song with a message about the sad state of the world we currently live in.....enjoy silly humans!

Verse One Take my hand and hold me dear Close to heart, closer to death All the words you spoke too soft of love I’ve longed for Awake alone in vainity, it’s a shame we have to die here as the blood on my hands dry, i’ve killed for the…

This was from about 4 yrs ago thru a Guitar Center King of the blues online collaboration. I was using Guitar Rig Jimi Hendrix Octavia on this.....pretty hairy sound right there.

Here's another new one Erwin B - bass Bingsolex - lead guitar KC - guitars, vocals, keys & mix ------------------------------------------------- I don't take no for an answer I want to know what is true Don't be a tightrope dancer…

I'm sill looking for better lyrics for this but i like listening to it. EDIT i found them - see v2 It's been up at the Challenge site for a few days so i thought it ought to be up here too

she does she does

Track 12 on Tarbosaurus Antagonist. Written and recorded from February 2009- January 2010.

I wonder if we'll have redpolls showing up this winter.

short jam

Standing, waiting, shivering, waiting, hoping, waiting, crying - all the while being cruelly mocked by the passage of time, and my analogue watch. It was not a very nice night. Peter Fedofsky plays the piano on this song. If you could…

Sega Master System, delay. YM2413 FM-chip guitars.

Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…