fill me up
this space that is empty
nourish my soul
with the food that removes
between us grows further apart
and the grains that sustained
are the strain in our hearts
I got to thinking about an ambient track centered around bubbles and water noise with cold wind blowing, but then it sounded like frogs to me which made me think about frogs in the backyard when we're swimming but that wasn't hottub enough so i thought maybe some beats would spice it up. yep.
a tightly woven thread makes light of the cord between us
holding us to better things as we speak lies and truths ever closer
do not let these threads unravel
bring fast your grip to winding ever tighter
make the way before you certain and firm
save your regrets for another day
for when that last moment arrives
it is the binding of fibers that gives us the greatest strength
mostly this, but not in this order, because.. chaos. or something.
burn burn tear it all down
the smoldering coals of a life left wasted
flame flame and make it hot
set the world on fire and throw it away
smoke and ash rising in the sky
the putrid air choking
heat and tears burnished on your cheeks
turn your back and be consumed by the heat
An excerpt from The Beast in the Cave by HP Lovecraft
Ambience, Kalimba, Vocals: Children of the Monkey Machine
Lyrics, Vocals: Lux Delora
Vocals: Lyra Lillith
Recording live instruments is tricky!
The roots of the willow, drowned in mud.
Feathers of a pillow, too many floods.
Trapped inside, continuously growing.
The mud has dried, the wind still blowing.
Oh! Locked beneath, no escape, I see the teeth, and the open gapes.
No! Hear me! Hear my screams! It has me. Endless dreams! How much longer can this be?
Calling willow, endless floods. Ill never know, what I owe. The wet dirt drawing bugs.
The waters, they washed ashore. Their daughters, screaming out the door.
Claiming houses, claiming land. Their busy spouses, and their empty hand.
Quickly pacing, with the buckets. Endless racing, all their screaming, causing ruckus.
An ultraquick collaboration between Children of the Monkey Machine and his daughter.
Hastily written ambience: CotMM
Words and Vocals: Lux Delora
I close my eyes, just to think. Its basically just a really long blink. Blinking and closing my eyes, as the colors fade, from the skies.
I slowly fall into the blue, and I see the shadows engulfing you. As I cry and scream for help, all they hear is a welp. A welp they deceive as a sound of pain, when really, Im just in vain.
I never should have gone into the blue. I see the shadows, around you. I fear what they will do to you, I never should have gone into the blue.
Help me! Can they not hear my call? Do they just want to tear me until I fall? They tear me from those safe, warm arms, and now I am so far. I write these letters in bold, and now, I am so, so cold.
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