Oh you bitch and moan Complain about the things you have no control Complaining like a little [*gap*] You should look at yourself And to all you [*gap*], going home and doing what is not right at all How do you sleep at all? I can’t believe…

I woke up from this sleep as somebody else like a puppet pulling on my own strings Orbiting around my very head Alive? Undead? What does it matter? We invite you in To our humble abode We invite you in out from the cold We invite…

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Female vocal with cello section in Pythagorean tuning Public Domain poem from T.S. Eliot III You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images…

A short melodic ambient track in the works for a while.

Piano - Soprano in Pythagorean Tuning - poem by TS Eliot (in public domain) I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy…

This was incredibly fun to write record and sing! Far from my best work - it's not a personal story - but recording it was a good time.

[Lyrics] We knights entered a patch, a swath calm but eerily so Spotted a peaceful abode or at least we thought it was so, small castle Greeted by maidens, keeper matrons of the inn converted from a fortress from within Herein we would stay…

In my head All the time Relentless Tieing me down In my room Now and forever on repeat It won't leave me I reject those who help me I'm ashamed: You think me weak It's lasting then Did I mention It destroys me All of the time…

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