RottenLikePlacenta_mixdown.mp3

Horrible name, wonderful song. I loved making this one. Song four for day four.

(mind the first 8 seconds of silence, it'll get you.)

hold me in your hands

your sweet salve from the golden light

hold me high in the eye sight

just once more

with this ill lay on the grass bedding

the dew from the morning

sticking my shirt to my skin

or is that the eyes

dripping down to my cheeks

grieving over the sandy hairs

of a lover that could have been

caught up in the looks of the idols

self indulgent chaos

swift cleaving of the generals

down by the hatchet

warfare of the blind chasing the blind

chasing the blind

half a face in the sun

beaming down on the wretched

glimmering that eye sparkling hope

cast down like hail from a Nebraska storm

all this mystery for a hope gone

breezy in the distance is your own shoulder

caught left laying in the road

take it back

take it back

its your own life

once in a great while

turn and face me with something more

than a solemn look

your words fall so superficial

onto the ears of the hopeful

it is enough for them

it is enough for them

is it enough for them

is it enough for them

is it enough for them

is it enough for them

is it enough for them

is it enough for them

is it enough for them

is it enough for them

Cant be any more a loner

you misunderstand your objectives

NoOneAtTheYourDoor_mixdownV5.mp3

Hey guys! And Gals! After being in the studio for most of the month trying to put on a live show with limited resources we are back to the starting point! And clearly screaming out of the gate with a few really fun songs!

This is the first of a few we are working on. This is a rough draft of a new song called: No one at Your Door. The badman has not yet gotten all of his words on the song, mostly due to my broken vocal cords the past few days. But I think the structure is pretty much complete. There may be slight changes later, but what Ehk'olite/Following Satellites song have I not changed slightly (or over eagerly) from the original.

We are still trying to find a good way to get HTML5 players made up. I know those on iPhones are having a few issues with our flash based players so we are working on it. Additionally we are working with the FollowingSatellites.com site.

The element of clean is what we are working for and I think we established that. However with a brand new unpackaged version of Dreamweaver from my archives that I thought lost; We can have HTML functionality in a WYSIWYG format again.

Here are the lyrics:

Delicate and complicated

this system of intricate parts

wired together and winding

down the steps into the traffic

the sidewalk glistens with the sweat on the

brows

nodding heads

systematically digest the wreckage

In nightmares

and in homes

across the circuitry

these games played on the

faces of children

like the words across a book

these lives run parallel to each other

distorted as the eyes shift perception

There's no one at your door tonight

You sit awash in the vaporous light in the

shadows

Unconsumed by the system of satisfaction

Just another town

just another boat on the horizon

Simplistic once again

destructive and soothing

energy spent to gather the memories

human in its finest suit

today is not the day they wished

by the hands of the living

these days no one wishes

so desired

So feared

Can you please excuse the paper doll clothing

like a drag queen facing the sun

Held in gods arms

burying the hatchet with 80 proof cylinders

The shine on your face could use a dash of

powder

Seemingly so proud

Ill never be in your shoes

To see the world as you do

characteristic of you to show such passion

In suffering

we learn that the real pace cannot be measured

by our own hands

Time scatters sands to the screaming air

Lost and unraveling in the skylines

Confusing the short sighted

Envisioning the plots revered

ever softly found in the eyes of these lives

Captivated by this lecture

My life for hers

You whittle away at my tension

Dreaming so lost in this turmoil

You do not know the collapse

A vacuum of condensing pain

no understanding for a life lost

only my selfish confusion

Is this the defeat I am poised for

How can you bleed me to make up for her

Ive pushed the envelope some more

Tensing at the sound of her name

as such a man could fail this way

I claim the wreckage as mine

Ill take it all with me

Or Ill give it to you

theSun_mixdown.mp3

Brought to you by instep cadence. Drop C I believe. or half step, I forget. I make a lot of things... hahaha... I hope you like this one, it was fun to make.