TheRoyalrey

put those dreams away before you let them fall for you will break them all

It's a small song about a blurred childhood memory of a night in the woods when a wild boar made us run home in panic. The monster came through the ground Across the glade we ran There was a sense we felt again - never felt again.

Don't go to the streets Where they put you to the ground Where they put you to the wall And they steal your broken heart Don't go to the streets Where they say that it's ok Where they've seen it all before And they put you to the wall The hand…

put those dreams away before you let them fall for you will break them all

Experimenting with asynchronous, layered picking. I thought it would sound really cool. Guess what? It doesn't! ... Well, all of the mistakes aside ... it's growing on me.

This is her second song. Or rather, it's called Her Second Song -- it's probably more like her 99th song. But it's her last song. I swear.... I know I said I would always be there I know I said you would always always always be mine I know…

Helplessly But then sometimes in the colorless light of a hazy windy moonlit night, the feeling haunts you like you've known that you would always be alone. But then sometimes in the sparkling sun, you think of things you should have done…

To everyone missing. " I found silver in your mouth on a holiday found stories in your eyes beautiful as mould 6000 miles away I finally recalled the secrets on your skin in scars and birthmarks open wounds secret stories of…

I made this simple song to try out playing an acoustic guitar with an ebow. It works, but it's quite quiet. The movement of the fingers on the fretboard is louder than the sounds. I didn't use any effects on the guitar tracks. I recorded my voice…

This is my english version of Heysátan by Sigur Rós. It's not a direct translation but it's in principle the same song. I know the guitar is a bit out of tune. The capo messed it up. Sorry for that.

Helplessly But then sometimes in the colorless light of a hazy windy moonlit night, the feeling haunts you like you've known that you would always be alone. But then sometimes in the sparkling sun, you think of things you should have done…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

Don't go to the streets Where they put you to the ground Where they put you to the wall And they steal your broken heart Don't go to the streets Where they say that it's ok Where they've seen it all before And they put you to the wall The hand…

Don't go to the streets Where they put you to the ground Where they put you to the wall And they steal your broken heart Don't go to the streets Where they say that it's ok Where they've seen it all before And they put you to the wall The hand…

put those dreams away before you let them fall for you will break them all