The corn is heavy As you pack for the city And you, you feed the fire As they burn out the seed You work so hard Like the oil is your own Keep it slick so we get all the best So look around And listen to the sound Of a nation's heart…

I sent a message Have you read it? One more refresh, I'll be fretting free I've been ghosted like a dead man Haunted and cursed I didn't get affection Don't know why Has it vanished in the ether? It should be something that I crave…

I used a few Minilogue xd patches (Pizza Time, Adagio Strings, Brass Hero) to lay down the main parts over a basic metronome kick. I recorded the sequences in live into the Deluge and then edited them as needed. I started with the plucks, using…

Feeling that something's looming Why, I feel low sounds in my head that shouldn't be there And when the storm it breaks O'er the hill, 'bove the tree high Crack and spark now to fade Get inside Leave home, keep dry All around you is…

This is a collaboration with fatboyjamz - hear more of his material at [@fatboyjamz] on Soundcloud Lyrics and vox: fatboyjamz Music and vocal synths: richaux *Lyrics* [Non existat] I’ve been hoping to show you All that you’ve been…

Build an impression Straight brush, curving round Claude's subtle gestures Light touch, hence no sound Heart never opened Hardly dented Not a great state To leave your pillow or your soul When you ignore me Then final warnings sound…

Now then I can't listen As it offends my sensibility, yep I hold the truth high Those bears, they need a-baiting And there's a loom to weave Show me your intention Deny the next idea Show me your intention Deny the next idea Check…

This will be about grief This will be about love This will be about missing you Will be about love This will be 'bout you being gone I've sung this before This will be 'bout me moving on I've clung tight to this before I don't need release…

I think that I'm Incapable of thought I craft and work As that's what I've been taught But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse Their brushstrokes leave me cold A value you can't teach Teach me to feel pain Teach me how to love I think that…

I place a dust sheet over chairs Where we would sit, hold each other tenderly No need to dwell on it No need to dwell here for long It feels like time has moved Where we spilt wine and paint all on carpet tessellations Conversations empty…