Just an old track I dug out while searching for instrumentals for something. This was an exercise messing with the idea from the equal interval system that repeating sets of intervals tend to be "accepted" by the ear even if they're in wildly different keys, and then it started to sound so circussy and so creepy that I just ran with it.

About fifteen years ago when we were hanging out in Austin, it came out that Disparition and I had both independently had the idea of writing musicals or concept albums about war from the perspective of those who were not fighting but were caught up in the middle of it. I don't know if anything ever came of his version, but mine has sort of languished in the back of my mind and in my "someday" projects folder since then.

For mine I wanted to capture the feeling of helplessly watching the tide of it come for you, the heroic and awful things regular people do to survive in those circumstances, and the consequences that war leaves behind - scars on the landscape, scars on bodies, and the creeping realization that we are irreversibly changed by having lived through those events and what we did, or didn't do, to survive them. I think it might be pretty good, if I ever finish it.

Anyway, this song was meant to be fairly early on in that story, when people are just trying to cling to those last few days or weeks of happiness before events overtake them. Just trying to burn into their brains the most vivid possible memory of what life is like when it is simple and good, knowing that it might not be either for a long time. I recorded this rough draft to see if I could shoehorn it into another project, but ultimately felt like it didn't fit. So for now it's an orphan from that war story, just sort of stuck out here on its own.

Lyrics:

Let us dream a while

Here at the door to an uncertain future

Let us dream a while

Not knowing what tomorrow might bring

There may come a day when we find ourselves looking back

Grabbing this moment, and clutching it tight

Let us dream a while, here on the edge of the night

While the stars one by one come alight

Let us dream a while

Here on the shore of this angry ocean

Let us dream a while

Enjoying each other for all that we are

There may come a day when we find ourselves looking back

And count this the last time that we truly laughed

Let us dream a while

Let us dream a while

Let us dream a while

Oh, let us dream

This is a set of tracks that were initially intended as part of the soundtrack for a project that is now on indefinite hiatus. I liked the tracks enough that I decided to put them together and release them as their own thing.

This is a set of tracks that were initially intended as part of the soundtrack for a project that is now on indefinite hiatus. I liked the tracks enough that I decided to put them together and release them as their own thing.

This is a set of tracks that were initially intended as part of the soundtrack for a project that is now on indefinite hiatus. I liked the tracks enough that I decided to put them together and release them as their own thing.

This is a set of tracks that were initially intended as part of the soundtrack for a project that is now on indefinite hiatus. I liked the tracks enough that I decided to put them together and release them as their own thing.

This is a set of tracks that were initially intended as part of the soundtrack for a project that is now on indefinite hiatus. I liked the tracks enough that I decided to put them together and release them as their own thing.

This is a set of tracks that were initially intended as part of the soundtrack for a project that is now on indefinite hiatus. I liked the tracks enough that I decided to put them together and release them as their own thing.

Just a nice little droney thing I threw together a few weeks ago.

Just a demo of something super melodramatic and depressing I've been working on.

Lyrics:

Some trivial mistake

is keeping you awake

mired in your feelings

staring at the ceiling

in the deep end of the night

til finally you'd kill

to have some kind of pill

to break the circle that you walk in

fidgeting and talkin'

to yourself, all the time

you keep saying that it's over

over and over again

you keep saying that it's over

over and over again

Turn off your TV

Wade into the sea

and beg the plankton to consume you

you wait all afternoon to

just melt into the waves

but all you ever get

is frustrated and wet

so you wade back to the shore

lay on the sand and start to snore

until the cops chase you away

why's it keep feeling like it's over

over and over again

why's it keep feeling like it's over

over and over again

it happens over and over and you're geting older

and time's running out for you to get sober

it's something inside you that just isn't right

and you can't drown it out although god knows you've tried

and why can't you just feel okay?

maybe all you really need

is someone to watch you bleed

to worship and adore you

and always reassure you

that your pain isn't just in your mind

but if you can sleep tonight

maybe that will make it right

and you can start evolving into

the kind of person you pretend to

already be online

you keep hoping that it's over

over and over again

keep insisting that it's over

over and over again