InWithMovementFour.wav.mp3

TheBuckle.wav.mp3

My -a song a day- started yesterday with this little diddy.

Isolated

dreamer

Stuck in a world

devoid of this reality

Sucked into the dimension of justice

Seeking the secreted coldness

of a murders view

Such intensity

found in the silent

Consuming the blinking of an eye

a breath off center

These hands do not under stock vivid expressions

A knife in each eye

so you fancy yourself a pragmatic

gift those senses my way

like a sin wrapped in gold

your ways entice me

so subversive

but so wonderful

like a warmth to steal my soul

Your world trapped in this so called isolation

you seem so at the ready

but you fail to run

Where is the selfish conquest

Soooooooo ghastly

soooooooo beautiful

these butterflies will not go away

its the pull of your gravity

circles me round

a moth to a flame

open the door for this withered beast

ooooooooo your face

ooooooooo your questioning looks even give me the chills

Can I be the one to dream in your isolation

Can I be the light to your vacuum

Burning brightly in the cold

I know you are in there aching to see how the times have changed

The words you speak

damage the pestilent

To fall into this lust

begs to render this complete house to shatters of glass

How can you love what has no flame

How can you find craving in the nightmare

Your ways disturb my eternity

My hate cleans up this world

Its time to grow.

RubberNeck.wav.mp3

Unsure if this song is going badmanJ lyrics or Ehkolite lyrics, so I wrote some of my own for now. We will see how it pans out.

Sit back and enjoy the collab work from this past weekend with Muzz, Mac, and me.

touched aren't we all

by your tiresome hands

Over all the flesh and sweat

Your need to taste

Everything you see

Sitting alone dispossessed is your kin

noted that your ways are turning the loved

into orphans of sexual thrashing

Your fire is spreading

like a disease

The ones you care about taking a back seat

Your hands spreading the fantasies

wide open

in your head

Pull your self together man

You're all over the place

Your focus is far from what you are living

You had those times

its over and done

but you're locked into disaster

One life is not enough to live

the way you are cutting up

into bits

the people around you

Indulge no more

Or risk

even more the love

even more the pain

and even more the monster inside you

coming to an even uglier head

These words are lost in hopeless space

inside the man is unchallenged

and the victims still live

very much aware

very much ashamed

To your personal hell

let your feet lead you

and bring the orbitals along

sing this all the way home

Drape yourself in the scents of the women you'll never love

consume more poison and quench more thirsts

close eyed and undisturbed

these paths all point home

home to your hell

self devised

self contained

another piece of wood for the fire

quietly we will watch

for the nitroglycerin

cannot be moved

LightAtTheEndOfItAll.wav.mp3

This song is wildly unfinished, but as per the name of this site, it is just for unfinished fun! I love this song!

I have never seen

The light in it all

always there is something

occluding the brilliance

this best stance

left laying on the ground

so far from the light

rooting

shouldering the glimmering seasons

awakened for a prayer

off these lip

claiming the reward for himself

Save us all will you?

what gives you the right

what gives me the right

Climbing back into the dirt

your clothes are glowing

I cannot stand

the light at the end of it all

leaving me shouting inside

reticent to allow intrusion

I cannot bleed for this atrocity

I am a vessel of an entity

that breathes for your life

I am choking it to bits

I hate the world it lives in

Cannot see past its own skin

I'm a deficit of rewards

Your life reflect a failure

when applied to this carriage

I do not deserve this

I do not deserve this

I do not deserve this

I cannot find the will

to keep on this path

To keep on this path

To keep on this path

forever

Your glory

your friendship

I resigned

I am a barren wasteland

to this foreign soil

I once called home

Come claim me if you dare

I am not sure I am prepared

I am not sure I am prepared

to give it all up for you

I m digging down

And rooting inside myself

Where is our life together

I'm way down in a bottle

and I'm seeing no end to this rift

PLeeeeeeeeeease just another sip

pleeeease just save me

I cannot beg you anymore

in languages I cannot use

in the format I don't understand

these words have lost all meaning

Crushed

under foot

Saved by the words long lost

remembered by the rotten and followed by the same

I'm in rags in this plane

and I'm sitting in filth

I never thought to cling to

I need you now

I need you now

and I keep finding nothing clutched in my hands

you're not even disappearing

you've just never been

but have you

but have you

but have you

but have you been there

but have you

but have you

but have you been there...

NoOneAtTheYourDoor_mixdownV8.mp3

An Updated Version of No One At Your Door. We are working on some visual aids to go along with this song. BadmanJ got his rap on for the end of the song. Enjoy it!

(Mixdown reveals a +7 dbs on BadmanJs vocals. Whoops)

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

Insolvent.mp3

Insolvent masters of misery

called in like a favor to the blind

"see me"

For the love of god

can we please just shine this spot light

on the seas of innocents

innocents?

can we bring out the dead

Trolleys full of half breathing

lacerated

half burned shrapnel laden

souls in the great green lawn

lush and wonderful

nothing like the swamp in the hearts

of the high eyed boiling rooms

Insolvent toleration stemmed with glass

flowing flowing over the hands of the weary

great theories of the dissent

gratitude fallen on jealous mouths

Time spent wondering at the walls

fingers grown heavy with tattered flesh at the ends

boney lines drawn in the ivy

gestures on glass once more

still there is nothing in spot light

but the vacancy remembered by your heavy weight

Insolvent are these mentions of your name

The gravely pills of your presence

taking me one step backwards again

driving me ever further into the shade

clean up the vanity so I can escape